Seasons of change
A few months ago, we got a new couch and bookshelf. And I gave a tour of my first floor.
The beauty of the couch, it really can’t go anywhere other than where it is. Which is fine with me. I love that couch. Even more than my compulsive ways of constantly needing to rearrange.
During the spring, we had bought this tropical plant, and I’ve somehow managed not to kill it yet. I know! I’m amazed, too. I’m great at keeping humans alive, but plants? Not so much.
But last night we had a frost warning, so I had to bring “Aladar” inside. (The kids named it.) But it didn’t fit. So I had to do some slight maneuvering. Nothing too exciting, but now it feels homey again once more.
For the first time in the six years we’ve lived in this house, the living room finally feels like home.
The kids love the new stools I put together last week.
Friday I hung up my newest art piece, a Katie Ett Original.
Luca insisted on having his photo taken next to the flowers I bought myself yesterday.
The iLuv phone dock speaker set.
I plan on eating the bread, while listening to Pandora really loud and clear (those speakers are the shit,) and bake the Strawberry Pineapple Crumble tonight.
Oh, and eat a ton of ice cream.
Also. Today I baked two different kinds of cookies for my RPM class tonight. This one. And also a buttermilk chocolate chocolate chip cookie, which the recipe will post tomorrow.
So go be an overachiever like me and bake those up. And eat bread. And listen to music. And enjoy a slightly organized homey home.