...that get you right in the heart.
The sweetest tradition or may I call it "an act of love" is...
... love notes strewn around the house
....handwritten with the uttermost love and affection.
The Accountant learned this little trick from his father, who did this same ritual while The Accountant was a young lass.
It was the little things that mattered most in the Doherty home.
A small hug just for the heck of it, the quick shoulder rub just to let you know you were appreciated and the hand written note to tell you just how special you were.
You see...The Accountant's parents were raised during the depression era and have imparted their wisdom of "keeping it simple" to their children.
To me...these notes are my diamonds. Getting someone to put into words how much they love you is often more difficult than shopping...
...hummmm let me think of that one again. Which is more difficult for The Accountant????
Monday, February 15, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
If you live in northern Illinois
you know what I am talking about.
At approximately 4:00 AM
we had an Earthquake!
In the middle of the United State of America
we had a ground popping earthquake!
Our whole house was a rockin...I woke up yelling for
my husband and grabbed him around the neck
asking "what's going on!?!?"
My heart was in my throat as I looked outside to see the other
neighbors flicking on their lights.
The phone started ringing
as we all asked if each other felt and heard the same thing.
Thankfully we were all ok.
The funny side to this story...the Accountant always ready with a joke
said, "I was just afraid the pictures were going to tumble on my head."
Asking why he wouldn't worry about me, his reply was,
"the ones above your head are most likely bolted to the wall."
Our bedroom...I am on the right side of the bed.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
It's been almost 5 years since we moved into our "new" house
and I can remember it like it was yesterday.
Heck, I stressed out so much while bulding it I lost 15 pounds ... wish that still was a reality
As much as we love our "new" home..
... our kids still long for our
"old" home and talk about all the time.
I thought I would share with you some pictures of what
our first house looked like and why I think about it so often.
This was the view looking down on the living room from up stairs.
The dining room. Mom and I made all the slip covers and window treatments.
I was trying desperately to hid the danish modern furniture I inherited from my Aunt.
Who knew it was coming back in style???
This was my favorite decorating ever.
The door on the left was my pantry door.
It was salvaged from my parents house and I painted black.
I had to leave it with the house and boy do I miss it.
What a great solution for getting rid of an old bi-fold door.
The family room had a great faux finish on the wall.
Textured khaki paint was the base...when I tired of the khaki color we added
a brown and ocre wash over the top of it...giving it the look of suede.
My friend Barb was a master at mixing paint and texturizing.
Can you tell I love little lamps? They are everywhere.
The kitchen also had a faux finish on the walls and again I made every single
window treatment and curtain in this place.
The kitchen island was a converted breakfast bar from
Target. If you moved the curtains we added shelves underneath
to hid all the baby bottles and sippy cups. Everything was organized
in cute little baskets and fit just perfectly.
This was Mac and Hannah's room.
When Shea was born Hannah was kicked out of the nursery,
while Mac at the tender age of 4 was put in the top bunk.
They absolutely loved every moment of this transition.
There was a cool peg rail that went around the walls so all their stuff hung neatly off the floor :)
The master bedroom was neat but we didn't spend much time decorating.
Just paint and pottery barn.
The bathroom was open to the bedroom, so as you can imagine mornings were not so
restful with The Accountant getting ready for work.