'tis fall
Goat in Bonsall, CA
Disneyland, December 2008
Outside of the "aquarium" in Seaside, OR
Seaside, OR
So it seems my beloved and I have finally found a place for all of our things (or at least a corner of a closet) and trucked the rest off to Goodwill &/or a storage closet. Which means I have finally started to think about the pretty rather than the practical, which means adding Apartment Therapy to my Google Reader subscriptions.
Holy Time Suck Batman.
I have often been led to AT by Google (please forgive the abbreviation, I doubt it is accurate, but I am new to this lovely site and don’t know the lingo) but never have I subscribed to the feeds. Which are numerous. Like two a minute. Fortunately, the titles are descriptive enough to enable me to skip past the irrelevant (Graphic Concrete) and the heartbreakingly out of reach (A Secluded Cabin to Get Away From It All) to the zzzzomg yes please (Floor to Ceiling Collection at Home). But still. IsssaLOT.
One project will be framing a rather eclectic collection of photos from the past year. Some of which might be these …
Sleigh doggie
Preppin' for the family shot
Infinity at Novelty Hill Januik Winery
Self portrait @ Laurel Hill B&B
I’m hungrily awaiting the boy’s return home so that we can go out for a proper dinner (it’s been a tuna melt and leftover take out kind of week). Hopefully this weekend will be one of local bakeries and farmer’s markets & healthy, yummy dinners … to be packed and refrigerated for next week’s leftovers no doubt.
That last post was more of a downer than I meant it to be, although I do not think it was a misrepresentation of my current state of mind. I’ve been listening to some serious chick lit books on tape at work while number crunching, chick lit that is filled with stories of high powered career ladies who find new lives and happiness in tiny houses in the country. It’s given me this overwhelming urge to flee for serious acreage, towns with Main Streets, and work that is creative. This has not been helped by a quick search of “Woodinville” and “acres” on Craigslist, especially since it revealed a 1930s log cabin that sits on 1.7-something acres, has beautiful modern finishes on the inside, and is LESS THAN 300K. Well, barely. But that’s unheard of these days.
Anyway.
I’m sure this too shall pass, or at least shall go on hiatus once I complete an anxiety inducing project at work, start enjoying lovely, late, wine-filled winter evenings in Bellevue at one of the posh new restaurants … and *walked* home, and taken in a couple hundred more sunsets from my living room window. In the meantime, here’s to old farmhouses, crystal dooknobs and wrap around porches. Someday, my friends. Someday.
Atlanta History Center
Detail at Laurel Hill B&BRoswell, GA
Bulloch Hall, Roswell, GA
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