This is a story of our house, us and yet another bit of risk-taking. When we returned home from the big trip, our house looked like this: In fact, aside from me painting the porch brown from it’s original rust red, this is exactly what the house looked like when I bought it over a decade ago. I’ll never forget bringing Anner
Things have been crazy around here with Aaron getting a new personal assistant client and me all signed-up for my dream job… yep, life is about to get Nine-To-Five Real here any second. After two glorious years of setting our own schedule it’s time, once again, to start filling the money bucket…but first, how about one last get-away? Oooo!
Since we’ve been home, I’ve been exploring ways to become a tiny, tiny part of the street art scene here in Seattle. First we went and met with the director of Urban Artworks, an organization that works with kids in a justice program helping them learn skills rather than get jail-time for small offenses. The
This is the trip that keeps on giving! Every day we talk about something that happened on the trip or something reminds us of the trip or we stand in the doorway wishing we were back on the trip…but yesterday the remember-the-trip-thing went to a whole new level! Our Tanzanian safari leader, the awesome Brian
If you remember from a month ago, we were generously gifted with both a serger and a sewing machine from wonderful friends and readers. I promised that we’d put them through their paces and I’m now proud to report that our great textile adventure has truly begun! I started off with the serger. It’s just