Lost grill en route to Virginia so we Texas-fied our new one
For him, that was a happy problem, because he just used that grill on roadside stops to grill his dinners…better than truck stop fare! Hey, a kindred spirit!
18th Century Virginia Musings
For him, that was a happy problem, because he just used that grill on roadside stops to grill his dinners…better than truck stop fare! Hey, a kindred spirit!
Sadly leaving behind perfect furniture in Texas, I was elated to find some lovely French Country options that we needed.
Wanting to replicate my garden themed powder room from Texas, I anticpated the French Country birdhouses and wrought iron for the room.
Since purple is her favorite color, I pulled out a remnant from her Regency gown to create a sheer, sparkly window treatment for her.
Bemoaning the paint can we found in the garage declaring the walls of his room and the basement as pink mocha, my son couldn’t wait to remedy that travesty.
After five days of unpacking, I was overcome by dreadful paint colors on dirty walls.
Tackling the worst room first, I walked into the basement with a shudder.
Missing the house we left in Texas, we want to do many of the same projects in this house. Although it has good bones, it has awful paint colors.
Our real estate agent surprised us with a gift basket that contained Virginia goodies, including from Colonial Williamsburg!
Mom, I hope we move to a house on a street named after Lafayette. If not Lafayette, then George Washington. If not George Washington, then Patrick Henry.