Relaxing at Brookside

So my parents have been in France for the past two weeks. I assume they're having a ball because I haven't heard from them. Anyways, I had hopes of going over everyday to hang out on the deck, use the grill & drink from the endless fountain of wine that sits in a box in the fridge. I was so excited about it, I felt bad for them to have to go on vacation. 

But given this heat wave, pretty much everyday I've just gone to my own home to sit in front of the fan, watch Andy Griffith and act like a curmudgeonly old man who dreams of frozen margaritas, but only dreams because Tequila is expensive. 

I finally just did it. And I'm so glad I did. You all know how much I crave dirt, that stuff is therapy! The old man is gone, and that's good because I have a whole load of vintage aprons to list. I don't know that old guys really care about those things. 

Scottie the guard cat

So here's a question for you dolls, Do you wear an apron? Cooking? Crafting? Gardening? & does your Mister?

Mr. Acorns wears one when he cooks & I think it's just too cute...& he insists on calling it a "Manprin"

Happy Thursday!

An Evening in June

Antique lace, sunset and a Hitchcock cat. That is all.

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Pruning

My favorite thing about having plants, is to prune them. Seriously. It's so relaxing.

Also, a few fun advantages (I'll elaborate later on):

• They look nice and some smell pretty
• Some Prevent mold or remove toxins from air
• So Many Craft Projects!
• Increase humidity & air quality
• Talent-free Shadow Puppets
• Stress Reducing! 
• And, as Jersey demonstrates, excellent for games of hide and seek!

Until next time,

Go bury an acorn!

Old movies and snowfall

Nothing quite like a Saturday snowfall filled with old movies and a fire. Oh, and three furry beasts :)

Here's hoping you are just as cozy on this blustery evening.

So here we are, Hello & Welcome!

I guess we'll just dive in!

This wicker love seat was rescued by yours truly from the scariest of places for unwanted/ no longer used things: Grandma's Barn Attic. It's a place of wonder for sure.

As the story goes, sometime in the late '40's my grandparents were driving around on a back road when they noticed this Victorian beauty. Dumped on the side of the road. DUMPED. Curlicues and all.

So being the young couple with dreams in their hearts and love in their heads they picked it up.

I'm not sure how long it was in the attic, I do remember it being on the porch in the summer, but it was surely in need of some love. So into the bath it went! 

Jersey is on the left, Cali on the right.

And here's Cali lounging once it reached it's home in the bay window. You can barely see the greenery that makes up the bay window garden, those are worthy of their own post entirely.