Gone are the days when my Grandmother would have her gal pals over for a quilting bee. Her newly completed quilt top would be stretched across the frames and I'd have my cozy spot under the quilt to play for the day and listen to the gossip.
If you are just joining us today, don't worry you haven't missed too much. I'm taking a look back at some of the projects we completed at our house in the city....long before I became a chippy-paint-mason-jar lovin' country gal.
But this fireplace at the house in the city really lights my fire!
You may wonder why someone who blogs non-stop about a farmhouse and small town life would bother to talk about a house near the city? The truth is......I made a shocking confession last week....it's true...we still have a house in the city! This is the house we left behind.
It's happened enough times that I finally get it: fry sauce is a Utah thing. If I'm out-of-state at a restaurant and ask, "Do you have fry sauce here?" I usually get a puzzled look from the waiter/waitress and they say (in a semi-disgusted tone), "Of course". Then they bring back a little white cup with ketchup in it?