So that happened over the weekend. It wasn’t without lots of swearing, splinters and a lot of “wow, they don’t fit. unscrew it!” — but we got ‘er done. I’ll be back with a bigger update (including those two sexy chairs in the back) once she’s sanded, stained and pillowed up.

She’s a stroke survivor and needs 24-hour help. Although, my mom and I were always very close even if she was perfectly healthy we’d probably have the same living arrangement. Her being a single mother and I an only child, there was always a “we’re all we have” type of feeling. Us gals, we stuckContinue reading