August 2013 - Victoria Elizabeth Barnes

Kitchen Design Inspiration… The ninth ring of hell.

This weekend, I commenced my favorite coping skill: avoidance.
I like to call it research.

Since I have absolutely no idea what to do about our kitchen layout. Or the crazy addition. Or the massive pile of brick crouching outside our back door… I started back up with the inspiration photos.

By Sunday afternoon, I had been flattened by the avalanche of irritation that comes from mindless hours at the computer.

My hair had turned white and I was sending death threats to Christopher Peacock.
That man is ruining my life and must be stopped.

Planning our DIY old-house kitchen remodel… a collection of kitchen inspiration and design details.

Classic kitchen by Christopher Peacock

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Vacation… Stone Harbor & Cape May NJ.

Vacation was great.  Coming home and getting back to real life?  Not so great.

We were at the beach for a week and if you saw the photo of the car on Facebook,  you were amazed to discover yet another way Paul is the luckiest guy on the planet.

It’s not every man whose wife takes a rice cooker on vacation.
I can only imagine the depths of your envy.

We were in Stone Harbor, at the Jersey shore.  If you’re not from the area, that might make you think I was with some frighteningly-spray-tanned, overly-muscled drunk people…  I’m pretty sure that show has singlehandedly crushed tourism in the entire state of New Jersey.

But Stone Harbor is south, near Cape May… they pretty much don’t let you in without searching your car for Tory Burch and chevron beach coverups.  I fail this inspection every time, but I just act extra snooty and claim that I forgot it at home.  This seems to fool them.

Cape May, NJ Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Nine years of wedded bliss… AND a video.

Paul and I are on vacation this week… We’re celebrating nine years of being married.

Nine years of being amazed at how lucky I got.
Nine years of wondering if he listens to a word I say.
Nine years of Paul failing to appreciate my talent for micromanagement.

Nine years of me having 1,237,894% more to say about any given topic than Paul is actually interested in hearing.

Dancing at our wedding reception... at the Hotel DuPont, Gold ballroom—gorgeous wedding venue. Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.