Victoria Elizabeth Barnes

Video of the first floor & Paul doing standup.

Normally I decline sponsored-content… Not because we do not need the money, but because we do not need free cereal, the prestige inherent in writing 3,000 words about miniblinds, or the glory related to being a spokesperson for lightbulbs.

But Trulia’s theme fits: the moment when you realize you are now responsible for ALL of the projects. Plus, I use their site to stalk the mansion for sale around the corner that I think we should buy, and Paul thinks no one should buy… so if I do enough sponsored posts, maybe I can save up by the year 5014.

I was supposed to choose one of six universal homebuying moments and use the accompanying image… (I was tempted to cross out 103 and replace it with 87,000. But I wasn’t sure about the etiquette of defiling other people’s work; not to mention it was literally their only requirement for what I put in this post, so it seemed less than gracious to correct them.)

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Random February Post.

**technically I realize it is March, but I am so far behind that I really needed February to have some extra days. *** apparently I am having some kind of technical difficulty. If you got an e-mail with a completely different subject, I HAVE NO IDEA WHY.

Last week was stressful, kind of blurry, and made me wish I was a shire hobbit — no contact with the outside world, plenty of time to loom my own homespun linen, cheerful disposition, abundant moss for decorating projects.

I should have dealt with everything by being proactive and organized, but instead I spent all my free time making a sparkly-unicorn-collage representing my family.
It was surprisingly time-consuming.

But also incredibly important because when things are chaotic, I cope by expending huge amounts of energy to ignore whatever is on fire… It is a subcategory of my ability to avoid doing anything of actual value with my life.
Example:

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

A video where we haul the bed up to the second-floor roof and shove it in the bedroom window.

In case you missed: bed part 1, bed part 2

The headboard alone was enough to sell me on this bed. If there had been nothing but the the fancy bit at the top glued to a cardboard refrigerator box, I would have liked it just as much.

Also, I hate footboards like I hate turtlenecks– a lot. So to find an antique bed designed with no footboard at all, and a fancy headboard nearly 7 feet tall, and will accommodate our queen-size mattress… (sort of.) I knew this was the bed I had been waiting for.

Besides, if at some point it turns out I was wrong and I do find a king-size bed? That will be EVEN BETTER. Because I will stack this bed on top of it and make bunkbeds of awesomeness.

**MUST read – hysterical** My latest Craigslist find was too large to fit up our old-house stairwell, so my husband built a RAMP TO THE ROOF!

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.