While my container garden on my deck seems to be thriving, I miss my big ol’ flower garden at my parents’ house in Boston. To make matters worse, my dad sent me pictures (which I requested) of my old garden. … Continue reading
While my container garden on my deck seems to be thriving, I miss my big ol’ flower garden at my parents’ house in Boston. To make matters worse, my dad sent me pictures (which I requested) of my old garden. … Continue reading
Thank you to Elisa Cashiola at http://elisacashiola.com/ for nominating me for the Sunshine Award! I am just tickled. 🙂 As a designer myself, I have a great appreciation for what you do and share. Your posts offer wonderful lessons on making … Continue reading
Happy Father’s Day to my marvelous daddy, the man who I look up to most, who has taught me how to build things and inspired in me a curiosity of how things work.
Thank you for always entertaining my fanciful whims and helping me make my ideas reality. I couldn’t have done it without you.
And thank you for teaching me that, when all else fails, you need to reboot your computer.
You’re one cool dude.
Love you, Daddy.
Sugarlump
Earlier this evening, I took this picture in the parking lot of Home Depot, my go-to spot for a great sky shot. Yes, I’m serious. I walked through the garden center entrance and the young man working there must have … Continue reading
I’ve been compiling my sky photos and I have a few sunsets that I would like to share because I’m in a sunset kind of mood. I don’t really know what that is exactly, but I’m going with it. Neat-o … Continue reading
This is all I can muster today.
I ‘ve been working for the past 12 hours and can’t breathe through my snout.
That description of my nose is about as lovely as I feel.
I can hardly taste my black bean soup to tell if I seasoned it properly.
Man, am I cantankerous!
I feel better now that I got to use one of my favorite words.
Thank you for that.
Hopefully I will get up on the right side of the bed tomorrow.
Y’all come back,
Sugarlump
When I visited Kentucky in the summer as a child, I spent my time between Granny and Papa’s house and Grandmother’s house. Because I didn’t have any cousins on my Mom’s side of the family at the time, I often requested that my cousin Lauren come with me to play at Grandmother’s house.
Naturally, we spent a lot of time playing with barbies and babydolls. Occasionally, however, I took it upon myself to tell my poor cousin Lauren a story about Grandmother’s old house.
One day, I made up some absurd story that there was a clown trapped in this door. I told Lauren that the clown died in there, which made the glass wavy, and that its spirit haunted the house.
I really don’t understand what my logic (if any) was in crafting this highly plausible tale, but cousin Lauren seemed to eat it right up.
I think it is relevant that the telling of this story coincided with my Nancy Drew phase.
Although it seems my goal here was to freak out my cousin, I was most successful in freaking myself out.
That darn door still gives me the creeps to this day.
I guess it serves me right.
Y’all play nice,
Sugarlump
I was in Chicago yesterday and today for the ASID Design Awards and NeoCon, one of the biggest interior design trade shows. I spent several hours yesterday wandering around the hundreds of thousands of square feet of showrooms in the … Continue reading
This past weekend, my sister came down for CMA fest. We missed my cousins who weren’t able to come, but there’s always next year! Eugene and I pinky-promised that we would make attending CMA fest a tradition. Here we are in … Continue reading
Scarlett is infatuated with Q-tips. I don’t know why she finds them so great, but she is for sure a Q-tip addict. I often find dismembered Q-tips throughout the house courtesy of my dear Scarlett. I found this one the … Continue reading