Hello Dear Readers! We recently had our annual Memorial Day get together hosting all of our motorcycle friends that can come and ride for the weekend. We were hoping to have our renovations finished but things were worse under the surface than we expected. Instead we did our best and worked around the construction. Our guests were very kind and understanding!
Things needed to be done that we didn’t think needed to be done, like a whole new sub floor in our kitchen. Our contractor, Jake Reed, has worked hard and his attention to detail is wonderful. There just wasn’t enough time to do it all. But he came through for us and got our downstairs livable again just in time for our guests!
Miracles were worked in our bathroom. What was once a gutted, sodden mess with three leaks is now re-done, re-plumbed, floored and the toilet reset! Next will be the tile in the shower and 1/2 way up the walls. Those little hex tiles make me so happy.
I do enjoy this time so very much. I love getting the house to wake from its winter slumber and bloom for our guests. I try to spoil our guests as much as possible and one of the funnest parts is decorating!
This year I wanted to focus on the front porch. It’s always a favorite with company in the late spring and summer. I borrowed as much as possible from around the house and even my classroom to invoke a relaxed, British Victorian bungalow in the Caribbean.
Gotta have a porch swing! This is one of the first presents my DH got me after we moved here. I put a lambskin on it, but it won’t stay there. You have to keep wasps from building nests where you can’t see them. I get tagged almost every summer because I forget to check a chair. Best thing is ice straightaway followed by a Benadryl.
I was really sad that I did not get to make the Memorial Day cookies for everyone. I got everything else done, but not this. I just didn’t have a functioning kitchen long enough to get it done. There is always next year! Here are the beautiful Martha by Mail cutters I had gotten earlier:
We also had technical difficulties with our O’Keefe & Merrit.
With love and lit up Victorians on summery Kansas Street,