Jenny: Krissie’s Bathroom Sink

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

Jenny: The Skin I’m In

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