Mr. Bechtel has been offered a job in Dallas, TX.
(Goin' through the Big D, and do mean Dallas...)
I would say things are leaning that direction. I am happy to go with him - wherever he's going, I'm going. That being said, I immediately fell even deeper in love with Crabapple Farm. I ran around the house taking photos so if we end up moving I can remember all the details.
The Wyoming Shelf on my bookcase.
Vitamins and cookbook in Kitchen.
All the cool lathe projects Prairie Spy has made for me.
The music room. Usually Prairie's guitar is laying on the love seat and there is music spread out on the floor.
The Family Room, with Great Grandma Ricks' braided rug, the rocking chair from Grandpa Wadsworth, and our ancient TV. (usually Granny is laying on the couch watching a movie....)
Current quotes on the fridge.
Mr. Bechtel's favorite painting. This picture hung over Great Grandma Ricks' kitchen table for years. It presided over bright red raspberries in blue bowls, games of chinese checkers and perfect single roses floating in glass bowls. Both Mr. Bechtel and I love it. Grandma carefully went through all her possessions and wrote on the back of all her things who she wanted to have her quilts, books, etc. My name was found on a tiny piece of paper, taped to the back of this picture. I don't know how she knew that we loved it so much. She was just that kind of person.
And now it's in our room.
I take some comfort in the fact that when your decorating scheme revolves around books, you can create a home anywhere.
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