Wecome to my house...

It rained yesterday for the first time in...I can't remember how long. It was refreshing. I sat on our porch...reading...watching our adopted family of kitties...just watching things get wet. It was lovely. I can't wait until we actually have grass that can benefit from the rain...right now it is a sad, sad little yard. The bushes that were clearly once loved have dried up. Next spring...we will bring life to them once again!
The kitchen is the room that has been the most work and the one that is almost done. My sweet husband is hanging a black wrought iron pot rack from the ceiling to hang over the stove. (He's hanging as we speak...or write...and things keep banging around...makes me a bit nervous!) I love to stand in the middle of the room and just look around. It all makes me smile!
The little bitty on the left is warming up to me a bit. He's a curious little cat and always stretches his neck to peek into our house. For whatever reason (I fear it was delirium from exhaustion...it was 1am) I wondered what would happen if he actually did come in the house. So I let him in...and as he meandered further in, the little calico shot in after him. And then they panicked. There was running and jumping...things crashing and flying. Brad, the cats, and I were all running in circles after eachother...with Bradley yelling, "What did you do?" Everytime I tried to shoe them out the door, they would run at the sight of me. Now I know what happens when they come inside...and I will be sure to never do that again!
This is among my favorite additions to the house. I feel very '1920's...simple living...quaint cottage girl' when doing the laundry now. And I especially feel this in my cute little polka-dot vintage skirt I found yesterday. I feel the need to tell of the dots...since they are missed in the picture. But fear not...they are there in all their 'polka-dot cuteness'!