~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
Forgive me for bragging about one of my own kids, but I think she's pretty. She's also thirteen as of Sunday. This makes three teenage girls in the Bonny Blue House.
Saints preserve us!
The little ones thought this was heeeelarioussss. There was much disappointment that the popcorn did not keep popping up to the ceiling.
I find it hard too think there is such a thing as too much popcorn when you pop it in bacon fat.
A reluctant reader is drawn out by Fin McCool and Jamie O'Rourke. This makes mama happy.
These are my newly painted doors. Painting is not my superpower so they are not perfectly painted, and neither is the trim but they are fresh and clean and that counts for much. Slowly but surely the entire downstairs will painted over the spring. I hope.
Should I paint that french door (to our home office) white to match the other doors? My husband has palpitations every time I mention it. He thinks painting over nice wood is sinful somehow. Along with putting nails in walls and tape on anything.
What do you think?
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