
Anyhoo, IJ's orders for the Deep South were only for 2 years. And those 2 years were up. And in those two years, we had found a neighborhood we loved (the ladies have wine exchanges here, enough said) and the spawn had a school they loved, and my job? I big pink fuzzy heart with glitter love my job. And the most important thing of all -- there is an Ann Taylor and Cole Haan less than 10 minutes away. I am a good Christan woman and I have my priorities right. Amen.
So when we found out that we would more than likely probably be moving to a new house in a new town in a new city in a new state in a new time zone -- I did what any mature, executive woman would do-- except I am from the south-- I locked myself in my room with 8421 boxes of Krispie Kreme and several bottles of Cupcake and refused to believe reality.
And I cried.
And IJ fixed it all -- as he always does.
He sacrificed his career and made a career change for the mental heath of his dear sweet precious wife. He's a keeper.
And as luck would have it -- God's grace and mercy shown down upon us and the house at the end of the cul-de-sac went on the market. And we got a great deal with everything we want.
The twerps will not have to change schools. I still get to keep my neighborhood friends and my job....and ....
We have to remodel.
So, I need your help.
Cause we are all painfully aware that I cannot make a decision to save my dear sweet precious soul.
Let's start easy --
The kitchen.
Here she is.....
As you can see the kitchen/living/and breakfast nook are all one shot.
I need your help with the cabinets, counter tops, sink, appliances and back splash. When IJ asked me I said YES. He then just stroked my hair and put me to bed. It is a usual occurrence at our home.


Sorry -- I digress.
So -- I need your help..
White bisque glazed -- or....
Distressed Glazed Oak
Until you decide I will be dancing the flapper dance in my backyard....
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