Victoria Elizabeth Barnes

I hope you are impressed with my craft skills.

WHY is this not a post about the bed? It’s because I am disorganized. Hopefully you will forgive me when you see the video of us outside the house, hauling it up to the second floor so we can shove it in the front window.
End preface.

Back at Christmas I did a video with Hometalk, (sort of a Facebook/social-sharing for home and garden projects). The topic was holiday decorating ideas and they asked me to demonstrate my one craft skill: how to make a bow.

It was pretty exciting to me because I do not comprehend the difference between a Google+ hangout and being on TV. (If you are curious, the video is at the end of this post… I talk too much and mistakenly refer to Paul as long-suffering instead of extremely lucky.)

Apparently I fooled Hometalk into thinking I am a competent-type-person. Because they asked me if I wanted to be a “featured blogger” in the Pinterest party they are doing with Michael’s on Sunday.

Which? Hello? Yes. Thank you, I do. In fact, there is nowhere I would NOT be a featured blogger. If someone told me I could be the featured blogger at the grand reopening of Alcatraz, I would wear sequins and hope that I got to give a speech.

DIY housewarming gift – make a pretty and practical gift basket.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Craigslist bed saga, part two.

This is part two of the bed story. Part one is here. It contains important plot elements like sawing the mattress and other modifications for making a full-size antique bed fit a queen-size mattress.

Normally I do not like roadtrips. (Or any sort of unnecessary-leaving-of-the-house.) But it was a Sunday shortly before Christmas and it was actually really nice to randomly cut life.  Plus, for $300 and some driving, this was CLEARLY our bed.

I felt so strongly about it, that I was able to suspend my anxiety about traveling MANY hours to buy something off of Craigslist that I had not seen in person.

My experience with Craigslist is that about 50% of the time, you are going to be surprised. Not necessarily in a bad way. After all, I once responded to a Craigslist ad that contained no photo, no description, no anything… and ended up finding a kingdom, under a tarp, in an alley.

That was surprising.

** MUST read – this girl’s craigslist stories are hysterical.** If you like craigslist-bargains or estate-sale hunting, you MUST read the story of this antique bed.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Craigslist is my spirit animal – The bed saga, Pt. 1

The bedrooms at our old house were about the size of shoeboxes, but at this house we have plenty of room for a king-size bed.


The bed-shopping experience has been derailed by my ever-escalating symptoms of GFTD: giant-fancy-thing-disease… Giant fancy things are out there. I will be getting them.

My affliction is particularly advanced – to the point where practicality has stopped playing any role at all in my design choices.

Do you see a problem here? No? Me either.

If you like craigslist-bargains or estate-sale hunting, you MUST read the story of this antique bed. **this girl’s craigslist stories are hysterical.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.