Rural Simplicity

Slowly and surely I am getting rooms completed. Not necessarily to my perfect taste, but clean, livable, comfortable, and lovely all the same. The Living room is a 1/3 of the "grand room" you can see into the kitchen and dinning room in several of the pictures. It's open, bright, and airy...great for being together, having company, and keeping an eye on the over zealous 3 year old. The Living room feels a lot like a dollhouse with 3 sides and a roof, but one side cut away so you can see inside. We live in a double wide trailer so the ceiling even slants like a doll house! Even in small spaces you don't have to push the furniture up against the walls. Pushing the couch up close to the fireplace is cozy and convenient, because I need a wall for the piano.  Books are a passion of mine, so there isn't much room for cuteness on the shelves. I've discovered that where green life is, beauty is. So just adding a bit of fake greenery to my bookshelves has

Sometimes in Mystery/Action novels the villain hides the item everyone is looking for right out in the open. It's disguised or simply unknown to the lookers. They search every hidden passage, crack, and crevice for the item, passing by the real things a hundred times. But because it's in plain sight there is no way that they will find it...it's too obvious! Decorating a home is a bit like an action adventure, keeping up with the needs, wants, children, and messes that come with it all. Sometimes hiding the uglies can be hard and sometimes it's best to just hide them in plain sight! 1) Laundry Room: the laundry room/closet/area is full of necessary yet messy things.  A) Buy an ironing board cover that matches the room decor  B) Buy baskets to place cleaning prodcuts, laundry detergents, etc... ( I found mine at Aldi!)  C) Add useful decor...laundry soap in a cute jar with a fun label. Fancy box to hold the lint etc...  D) Don't forget to decorate your laundr

The Mouse and the Monster part 1 Poppet is my name. It’s not really even a name but a term of endearment; but my parents could never come to call me anything else. I am the youngest mouse in my family and severely doted on.  I will always look fondly on the times I spent with my family, sharing a room with my sisters, eating breakfast at our huge oak table, playing games with Newton and Tanner by the stream. It really was a wonderful life back then. Mother’s friends always oohed and aahed over my perfect whiskers and big brown eyes.  Life is really not so lovely now. The mice at the market always look at me funny when I introduce myself as Poppet and I feel like everyone is staring at me. I used to like it when people stared, now I feel funny when someone looks my way, like I am a monster sticking out among all the other mice. I’ve tried to blend in, but you can always tell a monster no matter how good a disguise it wears. Even my friends have all eventually drifted away -