No shortage of photos this week, bah! There are book reviews coming – I promise! Moving has taken the reading out of me, but I’m back on the couch with a blanket and some tea. Plus, come on, you have to spend majority of your day watching the Olympics.
There’s a cat that seems to have adopted our stoop as its new home. My dad has been secretly giving it treats for about a week and when my mom gets the newspaper in the dark of the early-morning, the cat is still there purring.
This was my first U-Haul so we thought we needed to document. An hour later all we here is, “Can I put this dresser in yet?” because he so badly wanted to help.
Jack Johnson needs to write a song about this.
Rolling the regal raspberry room a fourth time. So much paint on one sock, so little on the other. Either way, my mother is adorable. There’s a dwarf somewhere named after her.
Excuse my disgusting hair-do, but DO remember to be happy.
The bay window is now Jas’ honey spot.
My bush beau watching us rake and plant. My dad called me a “water baby” all week because I was in charge of power-washing the spiders back into the woods.
Every bookish girl needs a library room. Even if it’s just a closet. (This is not a closet, but I am all for taking every closet in your house and removing the coats and old socks and adding books and poetry).
This room has so much of my family in it, and my mother and I moved that couch by ourselves. It was heavy and we had to flip it over. Afterwards, we did a double hug-high-five. We really just need our own handshake.
Jasper is completely smitten. He is in love with this little cheese.
Fro doesn’t think that he’s her type. Jasper is a cat that grows on ya though.
Baby’s First PhotoBooth. Ah, Mac kitty.
We’ve been calling her “little bit” and “fro” so she really has no idea what her name is.
I will be back in full-force with reviews this week folks. Get ready to read!