...And the mess...
Blessed mess. It's Theme Thursday: Mess! Cari is a riot.
A Merry, merry Christmas from our family to yours!
Fans of Douglas Adams and P. G. Wodehouse will love visiting Jasper Fforde's Great Britain, circa 1985, when time travel is routine, cloning is a reality (dodos are the resurrected pet of choice), and literature is taken very, very seriously: it’s a bibliophile’s dream.
|Little Yellow Beach House|
|Looking in from the front landing|
|Front door closed on the inside|
|Inside the foyer|
|Work and school desk, completely inconveniently|
located in the foyer area, but necessary
|Our wonderful wall of crap|
(now I didn't have to show you,
but you know you would be wondering where it was!)
|Front sitting area|
|Bad artsy shot, but I wanted to show you the|
beach view from these coaches
|Our Advent wreath has also seen better days!|
I think I will need to spring for some clearance
fake evergreens after the New Year.
|View from the kitchen|
|Where the Web Log magic happens|
|Just some priceless d'objets d'art|
|The framed fabric above the bed is actually a sliding glass door|
we needed to conceal. We have actually liked the effect and
it has helped this room to feel more warm, we are
not knick-knack collectors, and we have
very few "things."
|More than anything else, I will miss this beautiful window,|
right next to my pillow. This will go down in
Rebekah History as being one of the
most soothing and happy places I have ever gazed:
beach breeze, warm sun, all.
|Obi's vintage drafting table now sadly used as a tv stand.|
I don't know why that dining chair is there, random.
This leather chair is where Obi does all his work at night (sigh).
Yes, I know the valance is crooked, please
write me for a house tour refund.
|I swear this was in focus when I took it|
|Gosh, Joseph, thanks! Almost a perfect picture on the FIRST TAKE!|
Wouldn't want to pose for a perfect picture so soon and
miss out on the ensuing chaos!
|Why don't we bring the dog into the mix, that always|
makes things easier.
|One of the more treasured moments.|
Wouldn't want to be Joseph.
|Practicing for the perfect smile.|
|Total loss of parental control.|
Nice pants, Peter.
Nice diaper, Isaac.
|I want to be left alone!|
No more paparazzi!