She is my new life now. My sister's puppy, bought right before her cancer morphed into something deadly.
Being a dog mom is a lot more work than a cat mom.
Renovating/restoring my vernacular gothic revival cottage in a neighborhood of mostly late-19th-century homes on a narrow, steep little street.
About Me
- Durf
- When I'm not working on my c. 1875 Victorian, I've got my nose in a book, magazine or my netbook. If the weather's warm I'm outside gardening (or reading).
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Every so often I like to go through my magazines, mostly House Beautiful, This Old House, Country Living, Better Homes and Gardens, and Mart... -
I realized I've never shown before and afters, or really, any pictures of my rooms in total. So since my spring cleaning is nearly comp... -
How could I possibly forget her as a style mentor ? Maybe because HGTV prefers to show endless reruns of that fake House Hunters. Or Disne...
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This room gets good light. It faces west. I'll be painting it Benjamin Moore Salisbury Green hopefully this winter, if my shoulder hol... -
I never really understood the hoopla over container gardening. I thought it was for those city folk who have no land on which to garden. ... -
This project took a long time to complete, like maybe two years? That's my ADD, inability to finish projects, kicking in. But then I g... -
I thought I would list what I've done to the house in the last five and a half years, then what is left to be done in order to get my bu... -
After nine months Davey finally emerged. Be careful what you pray for. He became enthralled with the Christmas tree. I finally got a... -
This room is supposed to be the formal parlor; I originally used it as my dining room. It's painted Behr Pale Daffodil. I'll event... -
With all the rain that we had the Vanilla Strawberry hydrangea grew to about six feet by six feet. It was gorgeous, until it flopped when...
