Home is where your cat is...
Has anyone ever gone through the process of building a house before? If you have, you know it’s a whirlwind of emotions, thinking, rethinking, planning and…waiting. It’s a true testament to your personal patience as well as to the solidity of a marriage. It’s no easy task but the end result in our case was so worth it and so rewarding. I was actually not a terrible client, if I do say so myself, in that I did the majority of the designing. Who knew I had a knack for interior
My garden is a place of refuge. The kids have grown up and left the nest but with the vegetables I grow, I get to raise them from seed to produce over and over. Things will get weird for me if I become a crazy plant lady and start treating them like my actual children, but there’s a sense of nurturing involved that a mother needs, right? Nothing tastes better than a product you’ve planted, watered, sheltered, picked, chopped, sautéed, roasted….all from scratch. This isn’t the
Where It All Began
I may have spent my youth in the hustle and bustle of the city, but I committed 20 years of raising my kids out in the Michigan country. Our 1950s house sat square in the middle of our 10 acre plot of land. The kids drove four wheelers through the mud, went fishing in the pond across the street and spent summer nights catching lightning bugs out by the bonfire. My husband spent every Saturday and Sunday chopping wood that we would burn in our fireplace during the long winter
Woke up early this morning, made my cup of coffee and let out my neurotic Vizsla (who has separation anxiety, a fear of the rain, and an inexplicable desire to head straight between the legs of anybody who pays her a second of attention). Walked upstairs to the Julie Diller Jewelry studio and sat down at my desk. I opened my computer and turned on my favorite Pandora station, setting an intention and getting into a groove for the day. Although this morning was like most in my