Adios Summer, you were amazing. We loved, we laughed, we made some awesome memories, but it is time to move on. Our relationship became smothering.
Is it weird that we name everything…? I have wondered what it must say about us who give EVERYTHING a name – it seems we are breathing life into objects. I am not sure about the psychological aspect of naming objects or rooms, or that it really matters to me – it is just what we do. We are still good people.
Sometimes there can be entire conversations heard between me and the various objects in the house – Like that time the full size mirror warned me not to go out in those leather pants. After seeing the videos – I apologized to it for not listening and promised never to wear them again.
Or that time my oven cried, “I told you so”, and I spent an entire afternoon going to town to buy a replacement cake…
I can’t even begin to tell you about the private conversations that are held in my closet.
So with that confession – Welcome to the Moonshine Guest Bath. It is a companion to the Moonshine Guest Room.
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Play along with me for a minute… I will be Teresa and You be You…
Ding dong……
Teresa opening the front door: “Oh my gosh – We are so happy you’re here!!! You look amazing in that color!!” Hug – Hug “Welcome! Come inside. What can I get you? We have some hot cider, some wine or ….”
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We wanted our exterior doors to be steel for all the usual reasons, the strength, warping wouldn’t be a problem and better insulation. The problem with a steel door when your home is supposed to have a rustic feel: it is white steel! There is nothing rustic about it.
So begins my challenge. Giving a cold, white, steel door the appearance of warm, rustic wood. After weeks of experimenting and hair twirling, I think I NAILED IT… not the door… I didn’t nail the door. But all that hair twirling helped me come up with a process that looks pretty good.
You remember how you felt when had your first baby? – You were insane with happiness and you were absolutely certain there was never a more beautiful baby EVER born in the history of the universe. You were so out of control you began to question your own sanity as you found yourself showing off those beautiful baby pictures to a lady in aisle 4 by the jars of pickles.
Yep, been there… Read More »»»