Wilson and I had one of the most productive weekends since moving into our house over a year ago — we buckled down and made some real improvements to our hut in preparation for the engagement party we are hosting this coming weekend. Just call us Tim the Toolman Taylor and whatever his hot “tool girl” assistant’s name is. I’m the hot one, naturally.
Here is a little teaser of our weekend in crummy cell phone pictures — more professional ones to come soon. We did so much #werk this weekend I have enough blog content for at least the rest of the month. Sweet.
Our guest bedroom received an instant update with new pillows from Allie, this weekend’s guest of honor. Her castoffs are always my prized possessions. Can’t wait to tell you about how I went dumpster diving in her trash can on Sunday morning. I have no shame.
New framed prints courtesy of chez d’Allie as well.
So fuzzy, I’m sorry.
I repositioned the Tar Heel brocart as the star of the loft. Roy approved him as a member of UNC’s starting lineup for Wednesday’s battle against that school in Durham. His jump shot is golden, says Roy.
Wilson was elated when I begrudgingly agreed to hang this son-of-a-betch up — apparently his name is “Arthur” — that he texted my Dad, fellow hunter and taxidermy enthusiast, to tell him the good news. My Dad’s response? Damn, that almost looks like he is in the upstairs loft area. Must have been Photoshopped in or is Anna asleep? Folding laundry will never be peaceful ever again.
Neither will sitting on our sectional. Dean, Stackhouse and Peter the Pintail — gang’s all here. Wilson almost started to cry when we finished hanging these pieces of “art.” Beauty is in the eye of the beholder for sure.
All in all, it was a very successful weekend and we accomplished many great updates to the Jones casa. I also won Wife of the Year, which will come in handy when I send Wilson the bill for our dining room drapes. Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.