Preparing for a hurricane is different now.

The last few days we have been preparing for Hurricane Matthew. Having lived in Florida for 99% of my life, hurricane preparedness is not new. I am so incredibly blessed to not have ever been directly impacted by a Hurricane. However that does not mean that I haven’t put in my time getting ready because you just never know. You CANNOT be under prepared. During this time also makes me think back to being married to a First Responder.

For 25 years Steve was a Firefighter in Sarasota County Florida. 24 hour shifts – double shifts sometimes (thank goodness because that was overtime pay) and the potential of extra work due to emergencies. Hurricanes were one of those emergencies. There was never a question as to whether Steve would be home for the hurricane. No. Nope. No way. Never. It was just a gimmee that he would be out in the county evacuating people and providing his first responder duties. Did I worry? If I say yes, I’m a worrying wife. If I say no, then I don’t care. My truthful answer would be no.

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Steve was the best at his job and I knew that he never took chances that were not necessary. There were also times that I didn’t find out about a scary situation because it was not necessary for me to know until it was over. His firefighter days were some of the best and some of the worst.

Both times I went into labor, Steve was on duty. I can’t begin to tell you the times in our lives that happened, Steve was on duty. To make it even better? My dad was also a firefighter, my brother was also a firefighter and my brother in law was a firefighter. There were years that we had a family member on each shift at different stations. Just think of the logistics during the holidays trying to figure out how and when we would gather together. There were many years that there would be 12-15 of us opening Christmas gifts in the common room at one of the stations. It’s what you do as a firefighter family.

Our house was always the place where displaced hurricane people gathered. Mom and Dad lived in a mobile home so we would open up the house to the mobile home park. One year, I will never forget, we had an elderly couple at the house. The woman was very ill and dying of cancer. It however was the most precious of times. When you are stuck in the house with nothing to do, you make the most of your situation. You talk to people. You allow yourself to slow down. I will never forget that day.

Steve has been retired now for 6 years. As we prepared for Hurricane Matthew it still seems weird that he’s here. I always feel safer when he is here.

If you are in the path of the storm and your enjoy your day off, don’t forget about the First Responders who will be out in the weather working. Steve’s heart was and forever will be a First Responder. That I know.

We still have many friends who are First Responders. This is going to be a long weekend for them. Thank you for your service.

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Love,

the girl grateful that her husband is home.

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Now. it’s a dining room

The first day we looked at the old house, January 2015, not knowing that one day we would actually own the nasty, disgusting crack house, we stepped into this room.

It was a small room. The windows were covered with dark blue sheets. There was a red couch sitting up again the windows and a woman smoking a cigarette glared at us as we entered. Intimidated would be an understatement. Maybe even scared.  However we keep walking.

There are not a lot of pre-purchase pictures of the downstairs, because truthfully we were fearful and I didn’t want to hang out there for long periods of time.

This room is immediately inside the front door.

Prior to renovation, there was wall which you will see below which held the fireplace. To the left of the fireplace was a doorway and to the right a blank wall. This room has 3 windows.

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This pictures shows the lovely tile that was covering up my be-u-tiful brick fireplace. It also shows the giant hole I made when I discovered the brick chimney behind the wall. This was a happy day. I definitely did a happy dance.

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The ceiling was covered with at least an inch of plaster. Steve climbed up on a ladder and for DAYS and DAYS and DAYS stripped the plaster off the ceiling. He pulled 1000 nails and exposed the most amazing beadboard ceilings.

 

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There were holes in the floor which will be repaired with new wood and where the new air conditioner vents will soon live.

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From the porch, these windows look into the new dining room.

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Plaster walls were removed, lathe pulled off piece by piece. All that was left was the wood structure. Bible verses were written on the walls by our small group. This house, as bad as it was is now encased with love. Insulation was installed and drywall hung, walls textured and painted.

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Prior reno, the staircase ran the opposite way and there was a wall on either side of the stairs. This wall was in the old Living room/now dining room. There is no longer a wall.

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The fireplace was exposed and is one of the best surprises during the whole renovation. Look at the space opening up that wall created? Good grief Charlie Brown. Check out the recessed lighting that will shine on the fireplace!

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The big wall covering the stairs was removed.

The stairs were relocated to go the other way

Wait until you see the stairs done. Oh my word, they are beautiful.

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My cute chandelier sat on a box for months. I didn’t care because I needed to see it put together and she did not disappoint.

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The floors. Oh the floors. One board at a time. My poor back. Totally worth it.

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I give you…….our dining room. She is not finished but it’s a great start.

I bought this farm table at a consignment store at least 9 months ago. It sat in storage waiting for its spot in the old house. It’s perfect.

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The stairs are still in progress too. Check out the blue tape!!!

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The front door makes me smile every time.

I was able to get curtain rods and curtains at Ikea a couple of weekends ago. The windows are being painted as I write and curtains will soon be hung.

My dining chairs were hand me downs from somewhere. White denim was purchased. Mom helped (mostly did) recovered them and put those nail heads in one by one. She is amazing. They sat in her house for a year covered up with sheets. Who has white dining chairs…….me I guess 🙂

I have so many plans for this room.

We have already had many friends and family sit around this table eating and playing cards or games, laughing and making memories. It will be a favorite room.

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2 rooms down, many to go. Stay tuned.

Thanks for checking in!

Love,

Charma Dawn

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30 minutes and a $1.99

There once was a cute little white cabinet. Nothing too fancy pants about it.

It sat in storage for a while knowing that it would someday find a home in the old house. Maybe a bathroom, maybe a laundry room. Much potential but a little plain Jane.

The day comes. The plain little cabinet with hang in the powder room. However plain just won’t work

Not knowing exactly what I wanted it to look like. It was clean. It was painted fresh.  I let it sit empty. It would come to me.

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Walking through Walmart. A glance down down fabric aisle. Can’t hurt to look right?

And there it is. You know when you know it. The right color. The right print. It was  like the lightbulb moment right?

Pick it up

Get it cut.

Look at the sticker

$1.99!!! Go me!!!

Perfect and cheap. My kind of purchase.

I need  something to wrap the fabric around so I think about foam board. Gotta love Walmart, one stop shop. $2.50 for a piece of foam board. Don’t think so. It a $1.00 at dollar tree. No time for  Dollar Tree today.

Now that I have the fabric, I just want to get it done. No time for the Dollar Tree so the next best thing is to hunt through the hoard. Bam, cardboard. Free. Yes.

Measure.     Cut.     Repeat x 3.

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So pretty.

Now all I need is to put stuff in it.

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So find yourself something that just needs a little pick me up and get busy. Easy Peasey.

Love,

the girl who is ready to finish painting the windows in her bedroom so she can have curtains. YES PLEASE!!!!!!

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1 year RENOVERSARY!!

Can you believe it?

It’s been a year since we purchased the old house.

September 22,2015 we signed on the dotted line after a long wait. If you want to catch up on the story you can read here Day 1

Our friends and family joined us on Day 1 and took a scary tour of the old house. Masks were worn and gloves provided for all.

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The renovation has probably been the hardest thing I have ever done. But it’s also been the most rewarding. To  watch something so gross, so unloved, so dilapidated in so many ways and watch it transform into our home is truly a miracle.

There are so many improvements that I want to show that one post would be 1 mile long. Instead I am going to break it down into pieces and spread it out over a couple of weeks. Some disgusting before and glorious afters.

Now don’t get all like “I bet it will look like an HGTV home and should be in a magazine.” Cause it ain’t. There are so many things not yet done and won’t be done for a long time. There is window trim not yet installed, floors not yet completed, paint that needs to be finished and so on and so on and so on some more. For goodness sake I have barely started to decorate. I did make a good dent at Ikea this weekend and CAN’T WAIT to start with the pretty stuff.

However what you will see is blood, sweat and tears that have turned the nasty old crack house into the old house we are proud to call home.

Today I want to start with the porch. One of my very favorite parts of the house. Even when it was n.a.s.t.y. I still loved the porch. I am so very excited to welcome trick or treaters in a few week as we sit on the porch. There isn’t any furniture yet but just wait friends, it’s going to be the prettiest porch on the block. This girl doesn’t play when it comes to design.

So the porch was quite ugly.

The porch was the entry to 3 different apartments.

The door to the right in the below picture was the entry door to Apartment 1

The middle door led to the stairway that led to apartment 2 and 3

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and the door to the left led into apartment 4.

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We removed all doors and reframed the entry door to be one door with 2 sidelights and a transom. The aluminum siding was removed, siding repaired or replaced and painted a beautiful creamy white.

This is our friend the inspector. Yes the inspector, not really our friend.

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The flooring was in pretty bad shape so it needed to go. Thankful for friends who love demo. Timing was imperative since we were hosting a wedding on this porch just weeks from the day this floor was removed.

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You can see the finished front door in the below picture as well as the haint blue ceiling. Do you know the story of hainte blue ceilings? Painting the ceiling blue is supposed to keep away evil spirits and bugs. I am not so sure about the evil spirits but it really works on the bugs and it’s pretty too.

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Days before the wedding, the floors was painted.

I think we did good.

This is our daughter Courtney and her new husband Justin. Our son Kyle officiated the ceremony. It was a great day. The porch was not the star of the show but she showed off perfectly.

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And now a view of the beautiful porch

 

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Close your eyes…can’t you see the hanging porch bed to the right? And the wicker chairs with the pretty cushions to the left? A rug. A table? Yes I see it all.

Soon. Very Very soon.

Stay tuned the old living room/new dining room is next.

Love,

the girl who has really big bruises on her arms from the lockers who fell on her.

 

 

 

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It all started in dads garage

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My dad has had these lockers for as long as I can remember. Long before I cared about old stuff. Long before I loved to save things from the landfill, make them pretty and add them to my home decor.

Dad kept these lockers in his many garages. They were usually filled with rags, sandpaper and other very important things. Most would walk into dads garage and cringe. It was a hoarders dream garage.

As a child I hated dads garage. It was dirty and smelly. It was filed with junk cars, other stuff and always a dog.  I had no interest for cause you know I was a little of a princess growing up. I never wanted to be dirty, always had to look “just so.” I would never have gone to a yard sale or EVER stepped foot into a thrift store. As long as Mom had the VISA card handy, I was happy. What in the world???

Just a few years later, I am dirty more than I am clean, I love a garage full of old stuff just about more than anything and I only shop yard sales and thrift stores. They are my happy place.

Back to the lockers……I have admired them for a long time, now that I’m not a snooty teenager anymore and I see the value of something incredibly cool! While moving……again, I asked……..again, “I have the perfect place for these lockers in the old house.” He said yes. He said YES!!! YES!! YES!!!! YYyYEeEeSSsSsS!!!!!

Fast forward a few weeks and the parents are away. Dad might change his mind so I better get busy.

Currently  there are 187 rags living on my laundry room counter. They need a home along with some other valuable items. The lockers, yea the lockers.

I’m home alone and the lockers are currently living in the hoard outside in the carport. How heavy can lockers be? So I strap on my sneakers and head to the hoard. Of course they are in the back behind the portable lift, 14 chairs and some outdoor furniture. I could wait for Steve to get home but that means I would have to wait. Just move some stuff around and they will slide right out.

I maneuver my way around the glorious hoard and already have plans for about 6 other projects. Yes I have a sickness.

The lockers aren’t even wedged in, glorious day!  Slide here, wiggle there, they are moving! Uh oh they are falling. Crap get out of the way!

So nothing is damaged and the lockers are still intact. However I think they might have bumped me on the way down.

Worth it. Totally worth it. Wait till you see!!

love,

the non princess, however I never said I wasn’t a queen.

 

 

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A few funnies

The life of a home renovator while living in the home can be challenging. While I have recently whined about the challenges I have chosen to embrace them instead. There will be NO MORE WHINING!

This week has brought laughter instead and what’s better than laughing.

I have been preparing the upstairs bedroom for an actual bed. Guest, here they come!!  The headboard and footboard needed to be spruced up a little. It has been moved a lot since we sold our home. To the carport it goes. Spray paint in hand. The finished product is now on the back deck ready to be hailed upstairs.

As you see it was almost dark when I finished. Straight to the shower I go.

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Maybe painting in flip floors is not the best choice. I now have permanent flip flop marks on my feet until the paint wears off

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I have quite the hoard. The hoard is located in many rooms of the old house. Until rooms are completed, I can’t sort through the hoard to use items so the hoard remains intact. Sometimes when I walk by the parlor to go into our room, I feel like I should be on the TV show Hoarders. However instantly I know there are no dead rodents or feces hiding in my hoard. My hoard is glorious and I will not retreat.

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I have for weeks searched for white cotton 24″ cafe curtains for our Master Bathroom.This currently is the window minus curtains. Now it’s kind of imperative to have window coverings on the bathroom. However I will not SETTLE! We currently use our bathroom in the dark. We gather our belongings for a shower, turn the light off, step into the lighted shower where no one from the outside world can see, finish up and come out clean and dressed. So maybe not the best of situations but we make it work and it’s better than waving at the neighbors as you step out of the shower.

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Another fun thing in our bathroom has been lack of storage.  We really need a place to put our towels. I have a really cute idea running around in my head but until then, the towels live in the claw foot tub.

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The floors upstairs all need another coat of paint. I finished the front bedroom or at least I thought they were finished until Kyles dog decided to visit upstairs without anyone knowing. I’ve had a few people tell me to keep the dog prints. Yeah……..no.

Gotta go.  It’s Friday and the coffee awaits. Lots of Reno work to be accomplished today. Since I can’t find curtains the next best thing to do is make them. However my sewing machine is lost in the hoard somewhere.

Make it a great day!

love,

the girl who will soon not have to hide in the shower

 

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not a coincidence

There is usually a reason why things happen. It usually happens  because a person wants it too or there is a circumstance that makes it happen.

One day about a year ago Jennifer came by the old house. It was very early on in the renovation. People were always stopping by. We were new to the neighborhood, making a a lot of racket  and causing quite a stir in the neighborhood. So I assumed it was just a neighbor stopping by to introduce themselves and hopefully bring me food.

Jenn was neither of those. Instead she introduces herself as a past tenant who lived in the old house. Her and her son lived in Apartment 1 prior to smoker lady moving in with her band of lovelies. Absolutely no sarcasm.

Jenn knew exactly the issues with the prior tenants we had. She understood the disgusting nature of the beast we called our home. We became instant friends. I shared my blog with her and hoped that she would follow along and come by anytime.

We became facebook friends and continued to chat often. She called herself one of my blog stalkers and would admit to driving by to stare at the old house. Made me laugh. Knock on the door silly!!!

It has been a few months since we had spoken so it was time for a revisit. It would be the first time she had come over since we have lived here. Yes we live here but I always disclaimer that it’s still a long long LONG way from done.

We plan a visit.

The visit was today.

She comes to the door and I give her a hug. She has a gift.

Not just any gift but a homemade gift. My favorite kind. But there’s more. This gift was thought about in detail.

Jenn knew that I had saved some of the lathe from the walls. Don’t ask me why! I just wanted it. Jenn waited until we weren’t home driving by often looking for cars.  One day we were gone and she spoke to the 2 men building our decks in the back. “I need some of those little strips of wood that were behind the plaster walls. I don’t know what they are called but Charma told me she kept them!” Yes Charma did and there were bundles of them in the carport.

This is what she made from strips of wood that were built in the walls of our old house.

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I unwrap it.

I don’t want to cry however I am blown away by the kindness of this person  who barely knows me.

Old wood – yes

Scripture – yes please

She tells me about gathering the wood. She tells me how she is a baby Christian. She writes in my card about how God has a plan and that my words and my outward expression of faith helps her be stronger in her walk with Jesus every day.

Jenn, no better gift can I receive than for someone to tell me I overflow with Jesus’ love.

I’m grateful for my new friend.

I really don’t think her stopping by that day was  coincidence.

Not at all.

 

 

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The walk

imageI woke way too early with thoughts of the day running through my head.

I grab my phone off the nightstand. I’m waiting on an important email and maybe if it comes, I can return to the ever important sleep.

No email.

Let’s flip through Facebook instead because that will lull you back into slumber: Yeah  right!

This picure is at the top of my feed. The tears immediately fall. This is a picure of my Father-in-Law Bill.

He is the epitomy of a dog owner.

He cares for, He loves, He provides. For as long as I can remember he has walked his dog two times a day. He takes different routes because he doesn’t want the dog to get bored. Each dog he has had is loved  just the same. Fully and with his whole heart. Bill has fallen and gotten hurt many times while walking his dog. Neighbors and people who  travel the road he walks on see him everyday. They will mention to the family living in Bradenton “I see your dad every day!”

My FIL has lived alone since my MIL passed away many years ago.  Never has there been talk of another spouse but always a dog . A companion. This picture is so perfect. I can’t even explain it. What does he think about while walking his dog? Does he think of the past? The future? What are his hopes and wishes?

He is quiet and stately. I can’t say that our relationship has ever blossomed. I actually think he might think I’m a little crazy. however I believe he loves me and I love him.

When we are together as a family, he sits quietly. I think he listens because he sure doesn’t say much .  He is the patriarch.  He comes late and he leaves early. He must tend to his dog.

While I look at this picture, I realize that time goes ways too fast. The man in this picure with his dog  makes me smile.

As you start  your day, remember the small things matter. Tell people you love them,  don’t sweat the small stuff,  walk slowly through the crowd because people matter, call someone you haven’t spoken to in a while, maybe an old friend or maybe your dad just because.

Love,

the girl who also loves her dog.

 

 

 

 

 

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Riding the ride

Hey middle of the nighters.

whats on your mind?

Who else rides the emotional rollercoaster? You know the ride where all goes well for a couple of months, you are calm and confident, feeling stable and in control and then WHAM!!!! Your brain turns into a spiraling out of control hurricane of unsettledness. The worst part is knowing that it’s going to happen. Feeling the waves beginning to swell.

I’m just being real.

The rollercoaater ride is real.

Who sits on the same ride? What is it? Is it women stuff? You know how I feel about this aging process. Is it the calendar being incredibly overloaded? Is it lack of fun? You know that old saying “all work and no play makes Jack  or Jill or whomever mean and hateful?” Yes I know that’s not correct but work with me here. I’m not sure what it is however I’ve  pondered on the word “Settled” recently.

This would be my “want to be” word.

I think when you finally get to live in the place you have dreamed of for the last year, you have expectations that float around in her head is what that will look like. The grandeur of a new house. Stepping through the door each day and gazing upon all that has been accomplished. Allowing yourself to relax a little. To enjoy the ability to be on your home and take a breath. Even if it’s a small one.

Screech to a halt.

I guess that would be someone else’s life.

This girl can’t seem to enjoy this ride. Everytime I’m home all I see is unfinished. So much mess. I’m a little tired of feeling this way. Stop with the glass has empty already. Look at what has been completed, not what still remains

So here is the plan.

One room at a time. Start to finish. Maybe not all the decorating but at least the shell. Finish paining, finish the floor, finish the woodwork, set up the furniture and then move on. This way at least somethings feels complete.

Our poor newlyweds came home from their honeymoon to a not yet finished bedroom and bathroom, so their rooms are first.

We have many bathrooms but none of them, besides our master bathroom are big. They lack storage   so when you lack, you create.

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Seeing a problem, designing a solution and seeing it complete makes my heart happy. Steve built these beauties  over the toilet to hold towels and cute baskets. One day I will also pick out toilet paper holders. Oh the decisions.

Hopefully the bathroom will be functionally completed this week. By functionally I mean I still need rugs and towels and all the things that make a bathroom cute. I am then moving on to the front bedroom upstairs. It needs the floor finished, the walls painted again and the trim painted. We can then put up a bed and invite guests! Oh a door would be good…….they have ordered as well. Yippee!!!

As I sign off for the night at 2:33am leave with this scripture.

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. John 14v1

I believe it.

Love,

the girl who will either be sleeping or ordering toilet paper holders for her many bathrooms

 

 

 

 

 

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What’s been happening

I’m a blog slacker.

I have started and stopped. Started and stopped. Started and stopped again.

What do the 2.5 people that read my blog want to know? Pre-wedding? Wedding? Post wedding? Moving? Whose moving? Courtney and Justin? Mom and Dad? Our friends who moved into mom and dad’s house? Work? Church? So many options.

Here ‘s a snapshot.

2 days prior to the wedding we were finishing up the front porch. I can’t seem to find one picture showing it’s beauty however if we back up just a little bit you will get to see the porch.

The bride comes down the road in a 1951 Crestliner. Her Papa is the chauffeur.

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She arrives! I think she might be a little anxious. Look at her hands.

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Her Dad was so proud. She is “Daddy’s girl.”

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The ceremony

The Family sat on the porch on pews…how cute is that?

And the porch. Yes the porch.

The bride was beautiful, but we look pretty dang cute too.

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Post wedding festivities has included:

Long overdue shoulder surgery for the Mr. He told me no pictures….I don’t listen.

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The house is still a work in progress. I am looking forward to decorating instead of painting.  This is the parlor/storage room located in the very front of the house.

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The laundry room is useable and  the rolling rack you see has only fallen over a few times.

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This pile of lovely has been waiting patiently for a pantry.

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Look! It’s a pantry being put in by a guy whose supposed to be wearing a sling.

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And then there is all this. The receipts for a year long home renovation is staggering. So many warranties and manuals, rebates and returns. I’m trying to be organized but COME ON!!!

My beautiful white chairs are hiding under the towels.

Mom and Dad moved in last weekend. It’s been quite an experience getting everyone under the roof. Many truck loads, lots of friends who we could not have done it without them, many trips through the drive thru and not much sleep. We are however all living under one big historic house roof, finally.

I promise to stop being a blog slacker. I will get my act together.

Love,

C-Dawn

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