That Bathroom Update...

*Jedi hand wave* "This is not the reveal you've been waiting for."

I would love to act like this is a preconceived teaser to get you all hot and bothered over our guest bathroom. Unfortunately, this is more of an apology and an explanation to why a simple update is taking so long. I had no intention of doing a preview since this was supposed to be a quick and easy job. It's still easy, just not so quick.

I told you a week and a half ago that I was tackling our guest bathroom. The good news is everything is coming along nicely. The bad news is there's a minor hiccup: the cabinet hardware. I decided to switch out our dark, ORB knobs with light, brighter glass and nickel pulls. Unfortunately, our drill is currently protesting. It looks like me on a treadmill: barely moving and wishing it were anywhere else.

Before you cry yourself to sleep (I know, my bathroom makeover is the shining beacon of your day) there is a way to stay up-to-date pre-reveal. I've been sharing updates on my Instagram; if you're not following, you need to be. 

I hope you like navy blue as much as I do. Either way, I hope to have this drill sitch fixed by this weekend. Fingers crossed.

Some Sad News of the Avian Variety

Throughout this spring, I have been sharing the story of a family of birds that made their nest on our front door's wreath There was lots of anticipation, excitement, and speculation. We even named the little eggs, literally counting them before they hatched.

Then things slowed down. The parent birds visited the nest less frequently, then not at all. Hoping that I had just missed sightings for days, then weeks, we left the eggs alone. I even googled what variety of bird it may have been and how long it would take for the eggs to hatch. Eventually, I became more comfortable admitting our eggs were never hatching. I'm not sure what stage of grieving this it, but in my experience the bird-grief scale is different from the human one.

We made plans to bury our little nest, complete with the five eggs, in our yard. I became quite attached to the little guys and figured it was a courtesy I'd give to any of our other pets and it's the least I could do. It was also the only method of disposing of a nest full of eggs that didn't make me tear up. When the time came to bury the nest, we discovered it to be completely empty.

Burying it was no longer necessary, but I still laid the nest to rest under a tree in our yard. It's in the same pine needle it was built of and eventually it will resemble the haphazard needles more and a nest less.

RIP 

Easter, Bunny, Twitter, Mama's Boy, and Ugly Duckling

Early Spring 2014 - Late Spring 2014

A Tale of Two Planters

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. It was the age of two ceramic planters getting blown over by the wind repeatedly and how their owner became a master of super gluing stuff back together.

I for one did not believe that an average wind would be enough to knock over heavy pottery with a low center of gravity. I would still be skeptical if it had not happened to me on three separate occasions.

The aforementioned planters are the ones selected to hold our topiaries by the door; the topiaries are there to prevent peeping Toms from the sidewalk being able to see into our living room. You've seen them before:

Maybe only one of them looks broken, but they've both been broken at least once.

That's its best side.

This story has several morals:

• Never underestimate Mother Nature. She ain't playing around.
• Never underestimate Gorilla Glue. Each time a planter broke, it had new fissures; the old glued ones were holding strong.
• The key to rebuilding something that has broken into a million pieces is washi tape.
• You will cut yourself. 

Last and most importantly:

•  Fill the planter with something heavy. We chose pea gravel after longer than I care to admit. Since adding the extra weight, these bad boys haven't gone anywhere.