It’s tough to blog in the summertime. Heck, it’s tough to blog no matter the season. We’ve been burning the candle at both ends. We are in the process of expanding our design studio and I’m starting to wonder if we should put in a bunk room in the new found square footage. Leigh Ann comes in early, Paula and Allison stay late. I do a mixture of overtime. Actually, I never turn it off. I’m starting to think they don’t either. So very grateful for them and their dedication to their jobs.
I know it’s rough work, but someone’s got to do it. Leigh Ann on a jobsite visit earlier this week.
On the homefront my husband, the engineer, has been building a dock. I think he did a fantastic job and I have been thoroughly enjoying my new coffee spot. I think the terriers love it too. I have also been riding my bike in the wee hours of the morning. I’ve decided that waking at 5am, laying in bed, repeating a to do list over and over in my head, is not nearly as fun as a bike ride.
This morning I rode to the office to pick up fabric for a table skirt. I’m doing a little party prep on the side, there’s a girl in our house about to celebrate TWO years of life.
It has felt so good to start my days this way. My vegetables are done for the summer, but I have been tracking the progress of a mid-summer adder, a flower box… pardon the shampoo bottles, swimsuits, etc.
Sometimes we eat cereal for dinner.
Last weekend we had an exciting visitor.
It finally dawned on me. Perhaps the plate was throwing him off. Notice, he ducked deeper into his shell, he had no interest in my offerings.
Before we let him go Sloane insisted he needed a bath, so if you see an unusually clean turtle, he came from our house.
Victoria Hagan’s Marie’s Field fabric looks pretty darn good with this trim, also thinking it would look great with that gray pompom trim I’m considering for Sloaney’s updates.
In the last issue of House Beautiful I was reminded, once again, why I love Stephen Gambrel so much.
Earlier in the week I was searching around for a large tray for a client’s coffee table and that night when I got home I glanced at my own coffee table. It used to be loaded down with beautiful design books and pretty little things. I don’t miss those pretty little things. I see pretty little things all day long and when I come home it delights me to see Sloane has stacked her things (with care) on our coffee table.
It also does my heart good to see Sloane in her daddy’s car. This ’65 Mustang (my mother-in-law’s first car) was passed down to Chance when he turned 16. He drove it (as his main form of transportation) up until a few years ago. I think she likes it.
I’m running out of words… I think most of you come here for pictures anyway.