Sixteen years of dreadlocks……

When I turned 30 I decided I was done.  Done straightening my hair, done paying hundreds or dollars for weaves and braids.  Done being anything but authentically myself.  My youngest two kids have only every known me to have locs.   A few times over the years I have cut my locs but I’ve never cut them off, just shorter a few times.   Well today I’ve decided to start being more adventurous with my locs.   Having more FUN with them.  My locs are GORGEOUS.  I get stopped on the street a LOT by people complimenting them but I get lazy and they are always the same. So… goes nothing.

Holy CRAP my dreads are long.  It’s about this length I start thinking I’m too old for long hair and end up cutting them to shoulder length.  And then I remember Toni Morrison and my goal to have beautiful grey dreads when I’m 84 like she is.

Hair goal. Miss Morrison.   Rockin’ the grey dreads like a boss.



Here I am straight out of the shower, all washed up and ready to start my retwist.


Half way through twisting I always start whining.  First because my hair starts to dry and it gets painful to separate and second because I have EXTREMELY thick hair.  Like CRAZY thick.  I have no idea how my mother managed my head when I was a kid.  Oh wait yes I do, with a hot comb on the stove and lots a tears from me.  For those  who doesn’t know what a hot comb is it looks like THIS.


And it’s heated directly on the stove and then run through your hair to ‘straighten’ it.  So the next time you are whining about your adorable little chi straightener ‘burning’ you I thank you to SHUT THE FUCK UP.  You don’t know pain until a hot steel comb hits your head directly for the stove.  You can thank a black person I’m sure we are the entire reason you CAN straighten your hair without third degree burns all over your damn head…..but I digress.



When I’m all done I feel such a sense of accomplishment.  I’m not sure WHY I whine it really only takes me about 30 minutes to twist.  I used to sit for 2-six hour sessions to get braids back in the 90s so this is NOTHING.  And yet I still whine.



Next up i decided to put in some pony tails because I don’t want the curls to go all the way up my head.

Also note to self, having no make up I’m fine with but MAN I really need to fill in my eyebrows.   LOL.


Ok. So I learnt how to do this through youtube videos.  Here I am half way thru.  Looks totally like the videos so far!IMG-20150710-WA0003


All curled up with the pipecleaners.  Now the five million hour wait for my very thick hair to dry.



The Verdict???  CURLS FOR DAYS!!!

So this is me first thing this morning after I pulled out the pipe cleaners!  Oh MY GOD!  I have CURLS!  I have no idea why I haven’t done something like this before.  I’m loving it.  I’m not going to separate it all out just let it fall and see what happens over the next few days.


I purposely did the pipe cleaners starting part way down because I wanted my length to still be there.  I’m sure that means the curls wont last as long but I’m good with that.  It’s just so beautiful.  B612-2015-07-11-07-24-06


Seeing myself in a different way this morning.  I’m rocking the curls!    IMG_20150711_073624


I am glad I took this little leap.  Sometimes I forget to do fun things just for me.  This is totally worth Miss Thing making fun of me all day yesterday while I was walking around with pipecleaners in my hair.  Ooooo I should probably see my mother while I’m rocking the curls.  She can not STAND my dreads but I’m thinking if she say them all fancied up she might actually think they are cute.   Ok, that might be a stretch but she will have to admit I look damn good.

Once a Dream. Now my Life!

So YEARS ago while living overseas I started hearing about a movement called Backyard Chickens.  I was shocked.  I mean people in the middle of the city having chickens?  How cool is that.  At the time I wasn’t in the place to actually HAVE chickens but that didn’t stop me from joining and salivating over all these crazy people and their chickens.    NEVER did I think I would have the chance to own chickens.  And then we bought a house in Devon.  The one little town who is totally okay with them.  The process of getting them is easy peasy.  So Cowboy built me a coop and today was the day I finally got to bring my girls home!



Jersey has decided that chickens are the best thing EVA!!!

The chickens have decided that Jersey is a twit.



Here is how we transported our girls home.  I had bought them at a local critter sale in Millet and a friend of mine (we’ll call her the chicken pusher) babysat them because I was on my way to a weekend in Pigeon Lake with Miss Thing.


The other two girls we call ‘The Twins’.  They are little Cornish girls and their names are Phyllis and Lillian.  Or Phil & Lil for short.  It’s my little nod to the Rugrats.   They TOTALLY have their personality……Happy-PhilLil

So all the girls are now settled in their new coop courtesy of Cowboy.  He built them a delightful fully customized coop with no plans.  Completely off the top of his head.  And it’s awesome.  Fully insulated with three nesting boxes and three long perches.  It’s gorgeous.  And the chickens seem to love it.



Today is painting day!  Here the girls are in their new home.  It’ll be even more special once it’s BARN RED!20150615_154820


Good morning to our girls.  All settled in their new home!



Come on by locals and meet the newest members of our family.  And the rest of you….prepare yourselves….there are going to be a LOT of chicken pictures!



Garden 2015….it’s ON!

So last year was my first garden.  It did ‘ok’ but it wasn’t great.  This year I’m back at it and having some early success!  Last year I think I just overthought it.

As soon as the beds and pots were workable I put compost in all the dirt.  Last year I started all my squashes in the house and they just didn’t do well.  I got ONE zucchini and nothing else from the squash family.  So this year I put 4 seeds in each pot hoping a couple would take.   Guess what? They ALL took.  In every pot!  Now I have to get more pots and move some of these because they are too crowded!  Also guess who has two thumbs and didn’t label the different squashes?   THIS girl.

I now have three pots of huge squash plants and no idea which is which.   Here’s either spaghetti, acorn or zucchini.



Next up is the pepper plants.  I bought two.   One is already flowering!!  I spied a little pepper growing on it last night! In the background is another mystery squash plant.





Broccili!  So many people say how much success they have with it so I’m giving it a go.  Also eggplant….these are the two I’m really hoping I have some success with….crossing my fingers!


I did a little herb garden with some basil and other herbs.  It’s loving the sunny spot in my yard.



My little strawberry basket is flowering like crazy.  Even saw a few strawberries starting!



So the garden is truly taking off.  I may even have to stake the beans this week!

One last kitchen and main floor flooring is completely picked!  I didn’t think I would ever get to this point and there are some bits and bobs left to decide.  Things like cabinet pulls and backsplash tile but the main items are all decided.   This is the flooring that has been chosen.  The front entry will be in a huge 12X24 slate tile with a decorative edging.  And the hardwood floors will be solid hardwood in this medium colour.  Full kitchen reno and main floor redo starts July 27th! I feel like there should be a film crew when Cowboy and I do the demo.  2015 the year Our House becomes Our Home!


Camp Throwback or How to Fall in Love with 100 People in 4 Days


Who doesn’t want go into the backwoods of Ohio and sleep in a tiny bunk?  This year I decided to join a bunch of adults and go back to camp .  Not just any camp but one thrown by the incomparable Brittany Gibbons.  *Side note*  Her book Fat Girl Walking is out and it’s RIDICULOUSLY good.  BUY IT HERE!!!!  It all started last year when I didn’t go.  It was the inaugural year and I gave myself a list of reasons why not to go  (money, kids, house blah blah blah)  As soon as it happened I was bitterly disappointed in myself.   Why did I let talk myself out of something I really wanted to do.  Wasn’t this the NEW me?  Didn’t I live my life with joy.  Didn’t I have this amazing new life where I came from a place of “Yes”.  This was obviously something I had to do.  So right after camp last year I bought a Camp Throwback t-shirt and coffee mug as a reminder and a promise that in 2015 I would NOT miss it.   The tickets went on sale and I purchased ONE ticket.  That’s right, not only was I going but I was going alone.   I patiently waited for the months to pass, not really nervous but determined.  Pretty much everyone I told would look at me with a strange “well isn’t she weird” look,  well not others would look at me and ask ‘what do you MEAN adult camp?”.    What I mean is camp.  Camp camp.  Like kids camp but with CPAP machines and vodka.


Camp was….wait a minute, let me type exactly what Camp throwback was for me….Camp THROWBACK was life changing.  I don’t say that lightly.  You see when I was growing up I learnt many things.  I learnt how to change a tire, how to balance a cheque book, how to french kiss a boy and that people in groups are mean, cliquey and bitchy….especially girls.   In grade 8 we had a club that was called the “we hate so and so” club.   The name changed week to week but the club remained for most of grade 8.  We just switched which girl we directed our hate at and crossed our mess gloved covered fingers that it wasn’t our week.  It doesn’t change much as you get older.  The snide comments, the body shaming….we keep it going, we’re just more subtle about how we direct our hate.  We even have names for it “Mommy Wars”.  We can divide ourselves over anything!  Mostly things that legitimately have no effect on us whatsoever.  When you take your clothes off at the end of the day and crawl into your own bed, you roll over and say goodnight to the person  you’ve chosen to spend your life with and they say ‘damn my day sucked’ and you cuddle and go to sleep.  The gender of that person affects me how?  But there are fucking WARS over this.  Protests, rallies…people pulling kids out of school.  People taking the time to find poster board and write their hate for the other side down on it.  It’s jaw dropping to me.  But it’s normal.  It’s what we do.  Judge one another in every aspect of our lives.  What is she DOING wearing those pants?  Oh my god I can’t believe he is NOT WORKING and staying home with the kids while she works? Lady you should be ordering a SALAD?  Judgement fucking everywhere.  Do you want to know where it isn’t.  Camp Throwback.


I found the one place on the planet where there is LEGIT no judgement.  It’s a place of friendship bracelets and archery.  A place to meet new friends and sing really loudly on 80’s night.  It’s a place of corn dogs and Chili Dan’s bloody marys.  It’s a place with hangover yoga and 3-legged races.  It’s a place of hugging, deep conversations and ridiculous hashtags.  It’s a place in the middle of Ohio that for 4 glorious days there is no judgement, just love.

And vodka…lots and lots of vodka.


Here’s to my 100 new friends.  May you recover quickly and get a good case of camp amnesia…it’s not about the bugs or the bunks or the mysterious bruises that showed up a couple days later.  It’s not even about the raccoon or the fact that my ass has a legit bench shaped divot in it from sitting at the picnic tables.  It’s about the fact that my voice is still not quite back from singing Oh BABY YOU!!!!  YOU GOT WHAT I NEEEEEEED!! YOU SAY HE’S JUST A FRIEND. And I am in awe that in the little corner of Ohio for four days in May there is my little piece of heaven.  I will see you there next year.  I owe the first dance to Chili Dan (because, well it’s Dan), the first hug to Sara (because I left without one last hug) and the first shot  to Meredith (because “angel pee”).




A broken dishwasher + a Crazy Cowboy = a new KITCHEN!

And the renovation begins!  What I’ve learnt in a renovation is that all the boring shit goes first.   So the electricians were here and put in the pot lights.  The painter was here and took out the popcorn ceiling out while we were getting the house painted.  It looks great but there is no wow factor in pot lights.

I realize now that I should have taken complete before pictures.  I didn’t.  The whole idea of the renovation started because the dishwasher died.

I hung a piece of fabric over the hole and thought when we could afford the one I want (versus a regular dishwasher) we would just buy it and move on.  But my boyfriend is Cowboy so we all know that’s not what happened.


So our kitchen is 10X11.  It’s not a big kitchen but it’s a smart layout.  There are lots of cupboards.  The only issue we seem to have is counter space.  There isn’t a lot of it.


And there is this completely useless open wall.  Notice the fridge.  It’s a delightful fridge.  It’s also ENORMOUS!  And completely unnecessary.  So I’m getting a smaller sized fridge.  More on that later and the life long dream that is being fulfilled.


Thankfully the wall into the dining room was opened up before us so we don’t have major structural stuff to do.



So this is the before.  Next up, hardwood floors for the entire main floor INCLUDING the kitchen.  Those go in pretty quick here.  I’m hoping to have them in and then immediately after have the cupboard people put in the new cabinets so that the disruption is minimal.  Right now they are projecting July as a date for the cabinets.  So really it’s about how long I can go without a sink.  With 5 people and no kitchen.  Ugh.


Next up! The choices so far and why I am waiting for a fridge to come by boat from Italy.

….and like that *poof* he’s gone…

And he’s gone….

In 8 days I man can get a lot done.  I didn’t know this before but I do now.  The Cowboy came home and worked like his ass was on fire and now I have some completed rooms.  Wanna see?  Tough.  You are.

The first room finished was the main bathroom.  Cowboy painted it and put in new floors!  We took out the medicine cabinet and replaced it with floating shelves.   Cowboy is a genius.  No plans just “how far apart do you want them darlin'” and boom!  I get exactly what I want!   The neutral in the house is grey so each room has that as a sort of ‘base’.  I’m trying to tie all the rooms together for nice flow without the house looking all matchy matchy.   So the walls in the main bath are yellow with grey and orange accents.  It’s the bathroom Mr. Magoo uses and his favourite colour is orange.  I think it adds a nice POP.


Then he moved on to the master half bath.

I picked a soft lilac colour and it came out just beautifully.  I would have done the floating shelves in this room as well but we’re both old and need a place for our drugs, lotions & potions that keep us moving.


There was an ugly mirror in the bathroom with an old fashioned ornate frame that just wasn’t doing it for me.  So I asked my beloved if he could make a new frame for it and well of course he did.  With no pattern.  Out of barnwood.

So here’s how I’m doing the house having flow and yet not ‘matchy’.  The neutral in the house is the colour grey and there is a recurring  vintage/farmhouse theme throughout.  Hence the barnwood.  I’m trying to strike a balance between warming up the space and “holy shit why is there barnwood EVERYWHERE”.  It’s a delicate dance.  So far I’m doing okay.  The main rooms will have some features in them and some light touches without it being over done.  Well that’s the hope.  The light fixture was another bargain hunted out by ME the bargain hunter.  Met some lady at the Peavy Mart parking lot and bought it off her.  A $130 vanity light from Lowe’s for $30.  Score!



And finally the most amazing master bedroom I have ever had!  It’s almost complete but already looks so fantastic.

We are going with a iron bed but this is what it’s like so far.  This is the wall that will have the feature barnwood wall so it’s painted but very roughly.  Cowboy wired the bedroom lights directly into the wall AND gave us each an outlet on the sides of the bed.  I’m now in the process of figure out what type of bedside tables I want.    The bed I want it called the Coleman bed and is from Pottery Barn and I’m hoping to order it soon!  I need simple and small bedside tables NOT super expensive 600 dollar bedside tables….hmmm Pinterest it is!


I was going to spray paint the metal closet doors but Cowboy has suggested we take it to an autobody place and get them done professionally.  So I’m taking them in soon.  I’m thinking white but I may go with a silver.



See our originally bedroom makeover item that changed the whole house?  Those his/her barnwood hooks for our robes got the whole process started.


I thought I hated all ceiling fans but I LOVE this one.  It was that horrible brown with rattan inserts…see?


Then Pinterest happened and I did THIS!!!  This is probably the  most successful Pinterest craft thingie I’ve ever done.  The crafts usually it turns out kind of meh…but this was a homerun.  Without pinterest I never would have realized that the rattan thing is only on one side until I took it down to throw it out.  Thank you pinterest, you saved my wallet!


Also I’m in love with Edison lights.  Fits our vintage/farmhouse theme perfectly.



The house is taking shape.  I love every inch of it and I’m so glad that my Cowboy is on board with letting me create a space that is a little bit him and a little bit me and 100% us.  He may question some choices I make but as it comes together and he sees my vision become reality he loves it.   And now he’s back on the road…with a huge load and very sore from all the renovation work.    He’s a good man my Cowboy.  I’m a good woman too,  I’m trying REALLY hard not to come up with a bunch of new projects for his next trip home….



The year of the house is getting messy….

Yesterday I took off with some of the olders to see Book of Mormon.   If I wasn’t on the fast track before I’m going somewhere hot at some point I am now.  I texted my oldest today saying at least if we end up in the eternal flame it’ll be a good time because Trey & Matt will be there to keep us laughing.  His response? ” Word”.  It’s brilliant.  WILDLY inappropriate and deserved every single Tony it won.   Now if only Broadway Across Canada would tour Kinky Boots my life would be complete.

My boy and I drinking a Stella during intermission.


So while we were away my beloved Cowboy held down the fort with the two youngers.  And by held down the fort I mean he just kept on doing all this crazy reno’s for his week off.  See I keep having BRILLIANT ideas that make more work for this man.  I decided that we should do the one wall in our bedroom with old barnwood.  What you say?  Why the HELL would you do that?  Because I’m crazy.  I found a dude on kijiji who was selling an old granary and bought 300 feet of wood.

Since I was busy laughing my ass off and singing “Hello! My name is Elder Price” I needed a back up camera man.  Mr. Magoo went with and took pictures so I could see how it all went down.

His description follows.

“This is the guys truck….and his arm.”


“This is in Cowboy’s truck.” (he didn’t say Cowboy he said his name but whenever I refer to him by his name people get confused)

image (1)

“This is Cowboy just looking at the wood.  Why did you buy so much wood.  It’s really old Mom.”


“This is me, why am I sideways?  I didn’t move the wood cause I was busy being the photographer.”  (Very true as there were 36 photos of wood on his iPad, I narrowed it down)

image (2)

“I didn’t take this picture did you use my iPad?  Ugh.  You need permission next time.” ” I didn’t dude,  I used my phone” “oh.  Okay you’re forgiven” “forgiven for what?  I didn’t use your iPad” “for whatever you do wrong next time then”




And for those of you who are thinking Gee I wonder what that Cowboy can get done in 6 days…here’s a list ( SO FAR he hasn’t left for work yet)

1. Main bathroom second coat (first coat reacted horribly and he had to sand the whole thing)

2. Main bathroom new flooring.  Which then meant it had to be caulked and siliconed every where (isn’t that the same thing)

3. Master bathroom patched and painted.

4. Master bedroom panelling taken down.

5. Master bedroom rewired so we both have outlets and lights on our side of the bed.

6. Master bedroom patched and painted.

7.  Oh wait…too much time to sit while patching of Master bedroom is happening so he made a barnwood frame for the horrible mirror that was previously hanging in the master bath.  Seriously.  I’m writing this as I THOUGHT he was taking a break waiting for the patching to dry and boom he went outside to make a frame for the mirror.  I had to run out there to document it cause he’s so crazy.

THIS was the horrible frame the mirror HAD on it….


This is the new barnwood frame he is currently making while waiting for the patching compound to dry.


Stay tuned to the completed bedroom.  I imagine the barnwood will be up the next rounder home.  He’s a machine.


On a quiet Spring morning surrounded by snow….

Mrs. Pressmann: I’m thinking of changing back to my maiden name.

Walter Carpenter: Can you still remember it?


i am WAY to good a blogger to just stop blogging for MONTHS. Geez, why didn’t someone message me and beg for a new post.  Oh wait, someone did.  Several someones and yet I still didn’t get off my duff and write one.   I do this sometimes and then my fingers itch and I can’t NOT write a blog post.  So here it goes.

Something has been rattling around in my head for a few months now so it’s time to put it to paper.  I’m not ever getting married again.  I know there are many people in my life that don’t get that but I’m not.  At any time I expect my kids to show up with #teamcowboy T-shirts on and a justice of the peace.   I am FOREVER A CUPID and I’ve finally really figured out why.  Does anyone remember that movie with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere.  No, not that one…the other one.   It was called Runaway Bride and it was adorable.  In it there is realization of Julia’s character that she doesn’t know how she likes her eggs.  Whatever relationship she is in changes her egg order.  So much so that she has NO idea how she likes them.  If she’s with a harp playing tree hugger who eats scrabbled eggs?  She is buying Birks and beating those eggs.  If she’s with a wall street money guy who only eats poached, then she’s wearing Chanel and poaching.  She has no real identity.  That’s is how I feel inside of a marriage.  I adapt to ‘make the other person love me’ and by the time I realize how far away from myself that I am, it’s too late.  I’m no longer the person they fell in love with and more importantly I am no longer me.  The change is subtle.  Over time.  Similar to when you put on 1 pound a week over a year…you don’t really SEE it.  It just happens and then 52 week and 52 pounds later it’s a fucking shock to the system.  I was not remotely the person I was 10 years into the marriage than I was at the beginning.   So stating that I’m never marrying again IS NOT a reflection on my loving and sweet partner.  It’s a promise to myself.  To remain true to who I am.  To have the most AMAZING relationship of my life and keep ME within that relationship.  And how I do that, is by staying unmarried.  This in no way diminishes this relationship.  It in fact ENHANCES it.  Because I stay the person he fell in love with.  I stay me.  And he gets the benefit of that person because I love her.  I treat her with respect.  I value her.

So I’m in a life long committed partnership with a loveable man who I can’t imagine my life without.  It’s exactly what I’ve dreamt of my entire life.  It allows me to be my best self.  Someday we might stand up and face each other and say vows of commitment and even exchange some rings.  He LOVES that idea.  So do I actually.  But marriage?  It’s not on the table.

Maggie Carpenter: When I was walking down the aisle, I was walking toward somebody who didn’t have any idea who I really was. And it was only half the other person’s fault, because I had done everything to convince him that I was exactly what he wanted. So it was good that I didn’t go through with it because it would have been a lie. But you – you knew the real me.

I want to stay this person.  This person that Cowboy loves completely.   Not just for him but for me as well.  Not out of fear but out of a lack of fear.  I’m not changing who I am any more.  There is a comfort in that…I no longer have to pretend to be something other than who I am in order to have love.

My life is EXACTLY how I want it.   I’m at home in a home I love with all my heart.  I work part time.  I’m here when my kids come home after school.  That moment when everyone comes charging through the door and there is a storm of backpacks and after school snacks?  It’s my favourite part of the day.   I’m active in my small community.  Yesterday I joined yet another society.  A community garden here in my little town is launching and I’m a director!  I signed up for a fitness class that sounds fun and I’m learning to spin fibre ( a LIFE LONG dream).   This is my life.  This is the life I never thought possible.  I’m living it everyday.



And I like my eggs over easy.

2015 The Year Our House becomes Our HOME.

And so the Year of Style comes to a close.  Gone are my ridiculous spending sprees at Modcloth.  Now I have a full closet of beautiful dresses!  Okay, that might be a little premature considering I currently have two orders waiting for me at the US post box.  What it really means is I have turned the corner and now I KNOW without a doubt that my style is important to my mental health.  That I deserve to have my outside match my inside.   I feel more beautiful than I ever have….I hit that intention out of the park!  So I have been thinking for a few months about what the heck I want to do for this year.  The one thing I’ve learned is that I suck at resolutions but I really love having a yearly intention.

I should make it to be less of a bitch on a day to day basis but everyone out there knows that is so not going to happen.  Just ask the sales girl at Hollister from two days ago.  Side note when you have a BIG ASS SIGN that says that all you need to do a return at Hollister is a receipt AND written all over your damn receipt is all you need is a receipt,  you can not then decide to deny a return because the tag is not attached.  Well you can try, but I’m walking out of Hollister with my damn money and you are holding my kid’s sweater that didn’t fit her properly.   So um, the Year of not being a Bitch is a dud and it’s January 3rd.

So this year I am setting my intention for our HOME.   We bought the house 18 months ago and we both love it.  We are settled. We will be here together, forever.  BUT we have dreams of how we want the house to look and how we want our styles to join together into OUR home.  A little bit Cowboy and a little bit Allison.  This year I’m focusing on changing our house into a warm, country house.  With reclaimed wood floors, with beautifully home made curtains and antiques in every room.  This year I am going to spend all my energy and skills making our house into our home.

It’s starting….first off was Cowboy making these amazing robe holders for our room.  I love the feel of reclaimed barn wood all around us.


Then lighting  started to happened.  Ok, so I’m a gal who loves a bargain and if you are buying new there is NO store like Canadian Tire for good deals.  Seriously.  If you are patient you can get the most awesome deals at Canadian Tire.  Currently they have Debbie Travis lighting on for 85% off.  You read that right 85% off.  So these floor lamps were orginally 129.99 and we picked them up for 18.99 .  I only was looking for one, but at that price I got two.


Hey look!  Cute Cowboy alert!


Next we needed a new chandelier.   The one that came with the house was too dark and heavy for the space BUT I had no idea what I wanted.  I kept putting it off…but since we are having electricians in this month I was getting near the end of the procrastination window….so this Debbie Travis chandelier which was originally selling for 249.99 is on sale for 34.99.  So glad I took the risk as I didn’t know what I wanted but it looks amazing in the space.  Exactly what I wanted, without knowing what I wanted.


Here it is looking the other way.

20150103_133238 (1)

So this year?  What you are going to see?  A lot of changes in our beautiful home.  It’s going to become more ‘homey’.  More wood, more natural, more handmade items.  It’s going to be amazing!  How do I know?  Because when I set an intention, it happens.  That is what is so great about setting an intention versus New Years resolutions.  Best decision I ever made…welcome to the journey.   Feel free to follow me on pinterest if you want to see the vision forming.  I have the kitchen almost complete on vision boards and the floors I know exactly what I want, now to find them!  Well now to find them for a reasonable price.  Because not only will I be transforming our home, I’ll be doing it on a budget….

Allison on Pinterest!



Honey? Honey? Um….do you think you could stack the washing machine and dryer?

I have a vision of how I want our home to look.  I want our house to be a mix of Cowboy and me.  I don’t want someone to walk in and think “this house is ALL Allison” or “Man, clearly Cowboy lives here”.  I want people to walk in and say “this is the perfect mix of this awesome couple”.  We are slowly making our house “ours”.  A few months back we were in a little store in Carvel AB and found hooks for our bathrobes.  I had an idea to make them more ‘ours’ by mounting them on barn wood.  Today my sweetie did just that…


See?  Not Allison or Cowboy…..OURS.

This is how most things start in our house.  With me getting a brilliant idea and Cowboy having to implement it.  Today it was the laundry room.  When we bought our house 18 months ago the number one thing that made me fall in love with the place was the laundry room/mudroom at the back of the house.  I have ALWAYS wanted a mudroom.  I think they are the most useful rooms in a home.  But new homes don’t usually have them and old homes had them and they have been converted into something else.

So of course I didn’t take a very good ‘before’ picture but what we had before was the washer and dryer side by side with a bank of cupboards above them.  Super good set up BUT I found it awkward to get to the dryer. There is another bank of cupboards that constantly got in my way.


Cowboy came up with the idea of moving the cupboards to the other side of the mudroom.  The problem (as in every house I’m sure) is there are never enough cupboards so losing this bank of them meant we would have a whole lot of shit with no where to put it.  He’s brilliant this one.




Note how I remembered to scream for Miss Thing to take a picture part way through so you can get the full renovation experience!  I’m such a giver.  *Yes I’m wearing pajamas.  No I  don’t give any fucks.


We NEED these cupboards.  So glad he thought of this!    This is the pile of stuff we had waiting to go ‘somewhere’ if we couldn’t keep the cupboard.  I had NO idea where this ‘somewhere’ would be…


Finished project!  We now have much better flow in the room.

*Yes I already put pyrex up on top of the cupboards….shut up.  I’m writing this blog post and looking up wood working plans for Cowboy to make me  recycling centre of our bottles and such.  Ooooo maybe with barn wood!  He’s so lucky that I can constantly come up with amazing new ideas for him to do in our home.   He would be so bored if I didn’t.  I’m doing it for him really….


And most importantly I can reach the clothes in the far regions of the dryer without putting a hip out.

The electricians are coming next month to move our panel I’m going to have them move the dryer 220 plug in as well.  But all in all a very quick but super important and useful house reno.



I know there are so many of you out there who are jealous of my amazing man and his ability to get shit done.  To this I say “SUCK IT BITCHES!!! HE’S ALL MINE!!”  Because I’m mature like that…..