A perk to living on the East Coast is surely the East Coast and the warm Atlantic, which is only a short drive from our farmhouse. You know who else loves the warm waters of the Atlantic? Yeah, this year there have been an unusual number of shark attacks here, go figure.  I was trying to tell my brother, who was visiting from...

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All online tutorials told me to NOT diy popcorn ceilings. But, as Shane always says, I have more work in me than money. And it wasn't that bad (if wet, white, chalky dust covering your hair, last year's yoga pants, baseboards and floor isn't bad). Shane did the scraping, I followed him with the painting. We tried to finish the whole house before...

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Pinecones have this silly habit here of rehoming their little woody needles in all sorts of directions, therefore lending all outdoor surfaces beneath them unwalkable in bare feet. Emmie learned this the hard way, when, moments after we official moved in, she dashed outside to see the pool and encountered a whole family of rehomed pine needles, perfectly homed in her feet. Rehomed...

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It's fascinating to think that only six weeks ago we were swinging our girls and eating a hot 'n ready at a park in Provo, Utah when an unidentified number from North Carolina popped up on Shane's phone. He answered. Now we live here. We live in this house on this property we fell in love with over the internet. When we flew...

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