Every house I live in has a room called Krissie’s room, and the cottage is no exception. It’s the small bedroom at the front of the house with a big bay window:
It has lots of light but it’s still very quiet. Sounds wonderful, doesn’t it? Except the bedroom is 9′ x 9′ and the bath is 7′ x 45″. At the moment, the bath is really a powder room, but it has to have a great shower with a rainfall showerhead if it’s going be Krissie’s bathroom, so I am currently cogitating on the problem.
Here’s the bedroom floorplan now: Continue reading
I’ve always had terrible skin. Bad acne until I gave birth at twenty-five, scarring, big bags under my eyes, awful. Of course, I did have a great personality, but you know how that is. So I basically ignored my face since I had enough hell to deal with in the first forty years of my life. But when I was forty-one, I decided to make another change in my life (I’m good with change), and I started to write fiction and I quit my teaching job (loved the kids, didn’t like the hours or the authority stuff) and my life got much, much better. By the time I was fifty, I was pretty happy, but the toll those first forty awful years had taken was etched all over my face. So I went to a plastic surgeon. Continue reading
Personally I have a love/hate relationship with scales. When I’m stubbornly eating what I want (for whatever reasons, usually emotional) then I pay no attention to them, refuse them at the doctor’s office and if they insist I close my eyes and refuse to hear the number. Continue reading