Fresh Awnings

Fresh Awnings

Finally! We got some nice fresh clean awnings hung on the breezeway the other day. The old ones had gotten sooooo dirty. We need to take better care of our awnings this time around. Terry, of Terry’s Awnings & Canvas in Havana, the man who 

Christmas Decorating 2013

Christmas Decorating 2013

On Sunday Rob and I put up our Christmas tree. It was so much fun. We listened to Christmas songs and heated up some cider in a pot on the stove. The house smelled wonderfully cinnamon-y and was a big, festive mess of boxes and 

Good Progress

Good Progress

This weekend was very satisfying, one of the best I’ve had in a while. I got to do all the dorky things I love, like playing with my cats and making cat videos and drinking too much Coke, but I also moved ahead on some 

July Home Improvements

July Home Improvements

Every weekend Rob and I try to make some small improvement to our house or yard. To me, that’s one of the requirements of a good weekend: it ought to involve a beautification project (no matter how tiny). I always want to make things better. 

Breezeway Touchup

Breezeway Touchup

On Saturday Rob and I touched up the paint on the breezeway and repainted the door that leads from the breezeway to the Little House. The breezeway gets lots of wear and tear because it’s open to the elements–and because it’s our cats’ very favorite 

A Sweet Sunday

A Sweet Sunday

Rob was out of town on Sunday, so I got to have one of my little “Leslie days.” It was extremely pleasant. I started it with a delicious breakfast of popcorn popped on the stove. There’s nothing better than eating popcorn at dawn. As I ate, I read a cookbook …

Clean as a Whistle

Clean as a Whistle

Rob and I did nothing but clean our house this weekend. We cleaned it from top to bottom. We washed all the baseboards and mopped all the floors and brushed all the furniture and cleaned the windows and the windowsills and all the moldings. Of 

Then and Now

Then and Now

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, Rob and I live in an old house, built before the Civil War. You can tell it’s well aged, that it’s been around a long time, by its wavy windows and its smell, inside, like an old trunk—a cedar 

On My Own

On My Own

Rob was out of town this weekend, so I lived for two days in my weird Leslie way—getting up too early and eating funny things. I enjoyed delicious, salty popcorn suppers and spent most of my time happily puttering and rearranging things—I love to rearrange. …