ladies and nick,
i finished up the house at kiawah island yesterday, and as mentioned before, it's going to be a doozy. this is what kept me going in the sweaty rainforest of coastal decorating:
see what's happening there? krispy kremers going through the glaze machine. yes.
the dining room of mixed pattern delight (ignore the cheese chair standing alone in the corner)
we were torn on the way home when we passed club nu voe. alas, we continued without stop.
i was in a rush because rowdy's birthday preparations needed tending to.
i made him a peanut butter pie, and a t-bone. don't judge - he's a good dog.
i sat down to enjoy my new house beautiful after my baking...ahem, i mean mixing. (no bake peanut butter pie), and i saw this crazytrain. i have never seen such.
did i tell you we grassclothed the ceiling?
we did. i still don't know what to do with that donkey angled piece. is it ceiling? is it wall? i don't want it red. i don't want it grasscloth. what do i want?
remember that mess i was making in the kitchen? here's how he turned out
i put on my crafting helmet for a bit and worked on tags for the new store.
and then this morning, a box full of donkeys showed up, and that filled me with hope and audacity.