posted by Kristin | filed under Eutaw, Friends, Tours | 3 Comments

I spent my Saturday as a guide for the Greene County Historical Society Tour of House Porn. Okay sure, they call it something a little more prim (because Eutaw is nothing if not prim), but we housebloggers can read between the lines. Interior and exterior home tours with no restrictions on photography? Yes, that my [...]

posted by K | filed under Family, Ooh, Pretty! | 5 Comments

When I was 16, my parents bought a costume and party store. As a teenager, I hated working at the store – being bossed around by my mom at home was plenty. The only time I enjoyed it was Halloween. For the entire month of October, my parents get to the store at dawn and [...]

posted by Kristin | filed under Kitchen, Misfortune | Leave a Comment

Yeah, so it’s been about a million weeks since Week One of the Eight-Week Home Cure. I actually did Week Two in succession, but I just didn’t have time to tell you about it, what with all my frenzied packing and then not-at-all-frenzied vacationing. Week Two required cleaning the kitchen. Not just our usual sweeping-and-wiping-down-of-surfaces [...]

posted by Kristin | filed under Kitchen, Misfortune | Leave a Comment

Yeah, so it’s been about a million weeks since Week One of the Eight-Week Home Cure. I actually did Week Two in succession, but I just didn’t have time to tell you about it, what with all my frenzied packing and then not-at-all-frenzied vacationing. Week Two required cleaning the kitchen. Not just our usual sweeping-and-wiping-down-of-surfaces [...]

posted by Kristin | filed under Travel | 10 Comments

It’s hard to express in words how much we loved Italy. I wish you could see the way I can’t stop smiling when I talk about it. Today I’m craving pizza, but none of the pizza around here will do. I want the kind we had in Venice, a broad slice with thin, floppy crust, [...]

posted by Kristin | filed under Travel | 10 Comments

It’s hard to express in words how much we loved Italy. I wish you could see the way I can’t stop smiling when I talk about it. Today I’m craving pizza, but none of the pizza around here will do. I want the kind we had in Venice, a broad slice with thin, floppy crust, [...]

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