I‘m so glad to be home, where things are green and a barefoot lawn…I’ll feel better when the Tombstone house is finished but right now, I feel like I’ve been camping in a corset for a few days! Lily Absinthe Acre never looked so sweet as when we finally got home.. never again will we drive home on Memorial Day Monday, a twelve hour mistake. Happily, we come home with new project ideas and ready to get back to work. 
I‘m getting ready to pack up the Old West Pavilion, all the new gowns and hats for sale, and leaving Wednesday with Angus for some time at our #11. If I didn’t love it out there, it would just be another set of house chores but I tend to have love affairs with my houses…especially when they’re 120 years old. 
Nine days from cut to finish this blush silk satin gown…will I be sewing on the plane? Ha! You know I will. 🙂
Sitting on the floor in the “Ooh-La-La” sewing parlor patiently hand stitching each of these stripey silk pleats. Where’s Spring? This old house is Brrrrrr cold!
Quiet breakfast in the modern world, turning the clock back 120 years tomorrow, so I’m savoring this moment! I’m dreading all the work that I need to finish this week at No. 11, but old houses need love, too.
Yes, contrary to popular belief, we actually spend most of our time in a Mid-Century Modern house.
