Little Miss Dresser Re-Do

I have a confession to make. We've lived on the farm for over a year, and neither of the girls had actual dressers until a couple weeks ago. Yes, I'm a procrastinator. Yes, I can be cheap. But, in my defense, a rescued dresser gives the kids a chance to flex their creativity. Yup, that's the story I'm gonna go with.

I scored this little gem at the garage sale of a fellow Girl Scout troop family:

As you can see, she was in need of some serious TLC. Not to mention, she's not really Medium Child's style. Medium and The Hubbs popped off the decorative pieces from the drawers and the front. Then lots and lots of sanding happened. Thanks to the joy of homeschool, we called it all shop class. 😉 The Hubbs taught the girls about things like:
*Sandpaper Grit
*Wood filler/wood putty
*How to sand properly
*Paint finishes & Polyurethane

I will admit mom and dad helped with some of the sanding (dad) and painting details (mom). But the girls did a vast majority of the work, and Medium picked out the paint colors herself.

 

Drawers after the girls painted them white.

 

Before the purple detail.

 

The color she chose is called "Sassy Lilac." Fitting.

 

Side detail.

 

Trimmed out drawer.

 

 All Done!

Things I loved about this project: 1.) Super inexpensive dresser. 2.) We had all the sandpaper on hand. 3.) We had all the paint on hand. 4.) Medium could've chosen any pulls she wanted, and chose the cheapest ones. These cost $.97 at Lowe's.

Until next time,

Much Love,

Happy House-iversary!

It's a been a year (plus about a week, because, face it, I'm always late) since we moved to our forever home. A year since we started our farm. I live on a farm, y'all. A FARM. With animals and a ginormous garden and everything!

Our property was a foreclosure when we bought it. That means the place had been vacant for a while. The grass was overgrown. There were volunteer trees gone wild. And the kudzu ... oh lord, the kudzu. So we did what we always do when we move somewhere, and we cleaned and cleared. Then we cleared some more. We put in fences. We took out fences. We cut down trees. We bought animals, and built shelters for said animals.

Phew. What a year! Just thinking about it makes me tired all over again.

 

Welcome to Rocky Pond!

 

The Husband couldn't wait to get rid of those prickly hollies.

 

We took out fences. (Never mind the construction materials!)

 

We cut down trees. (And got some new dogs!)

 

We put in fences.

 

And more fences.

 

And more fences.

 

Oh lord, the fencing!

 

 

Behind the pond.

 

New hog and goat areas.

Turkey and chicken yards.

We put some blood, a lot of sweat, and even a couple tears into the place this first year. I'm so proud of the work we've done so far--including the girls. My current major project is the garden. It's causing me a lot of stress right now. I've never gardened on this scale and never, ever in the South. (I miss that Iowa soil!) Stay tuned for more updates ...

Much Love, 

We Bought the Farm

You know, they say what a difference a day can make. So, you can about imagine how much of a difference 6 or 7 months can make. That’s how long it’s been since we’ve moved to the farm. Seven action (and animal) packed months. 

It's our forever home--finally!

This spring, we bought our forever home. Anyone that’s moved even half as many times as The Husband and I have can understand how exciting this is for me. Especially those of you that garden. Close your eyes and picture for me if you will, digging up the ground, planting perennials (from seed EVEN!) and then leaving before you ever get to see them thrive. Such was my life before we bought our home. Twice (not once, but TWICE) we made three different moves within a year. Ouch!

I love our hills.

Then late last winter, we started the hunt. Seriously, the biggest headache I've ever suffered. House hunting is the worst! In all honesty, when we came across the listing for our home, we passed it over. Often. A lot. Then on a whim, one day when we were driving our poor Realtor all over Mcminn County being disappointed by listing after listing, we wound up a mile away from our current address and decided, what the heck? Why not? Let’s take a look, what have we got to lose?

How gorgeous, right???

I fell in love almost immediately, The Husband fell in major like. After a couple more viewings, it was clear this would be our home. Our last home. 

Welcome to Rocky Pond. :)

 Much Love,