Ok, I made that part up. If you asked my parents, they would have told you that my dinner manners qualified me for living in a barn status.
So… technically, I could have been born in a barn.
For those of you who have been following my blog, you know I had been preparing for a House Tour.
Otherwise known as…..clean your house really fast, throw everything in your cupboards, pray that no one opens a drawer or door. If they do, someone is going to get hurt from a projectile flying object out of the cupboard.
Uhhm, I’m joking. No I’m not.
The House Tour, for me, also meant preparing a Treehouse and a barn.
Yup, I said it, a Barn.
I am pretty darn sure that I am on a short list of people who like to hang chandeliers in their barn …
and twinkle lights …
and paintings …
I am probably the only person on earth who vacuums their barn too. Yesss.
I think other people vacuum too, but I am the only one ponying up and confessing it.
* wishful thinking ?! *
I am just so completely enchanted by BARNS.
I could actually LIVE in one.
Pinky swear it.
They are quiet, aren’t they?
They truly take your breath away.
Well, they can literally take your breath away if you are standing in a chicken barn.
* S T I N K *
We had chickens in our barn for a week.
~ ONE WEEK ~
The smell of the chickens messed up my barn Mojo. They had to go. Sorry folks, no chicken’s here. The only way I am getting chickens is if I have a coop like Karen’s…
If you get a chance, check out Karen’s blog The Art of Doing Stuff. Karen makes me laugh out loud. We may be sista’s separated at birth. Well….except for one obvious thing…her abs…I’ve seen her abs on her blog, and she has beauty abs.
If I stopped eating cookies for breakfast, maybe I would too.
Part of our HOUSE TOUR happened in the barn.
I was über excited.
THE CONTAINER OF GOODS THAT I PURCHASED FROM BALI HAD ARRIVED !!!!!!!!!!!
So, I went about setting them up in the barn, so others could have a peak at them.
Just ignore that black table in the pic. It was my kitchen table last year.
I am hiding it in the barn hoping that Michael won’t notice that the kitchen set is gone.gone.gone.
When it was all said and done, I had almost convinced myself to never sell a thing. I had grown attached. It will be truly hard to part with these Balinese treasures.
I suppose I just can’t sit in the barn and talk to the furniture forever.
That would just be odd. Fun for a while, but odd.
I believe most barns have great potential for some whimsy.
Our barn feels like serendipity.
An artistic barn.
I decorated the house & TREEHOUSE with natural elements, twinkle lights, candles and a touch of festive.
Until then, all I can think about is….
Barns are Cool