Last week, I went on an adventure to a cheesemaker’s milk house, and it was interesting and wonderful. Huge thanks to my friend and the owner Stefanie for letting me come and visit the Valley Milkhouse at the Covered Bridge Farm.
In real life lately: Enabling friends to buy plants, afternoon light in the publishing house, haul from Eckerton Hill, coffee table goodies, and a head of romaine frizzed with homemade vinaigrette dressing.
Being a one woman construction crew, with the exception of occasional help from my mum & pops, and Mike for lending me the tools I needed.
I’ve ripped out a drop ceiling, a particle board ceiling, pulled hundreds of nails, de-mounted a 20 foot long piping system that weighs about 300lbs, scrubbed, scraped and brushed a brick wall over and over and over again, scrubbed & hosed down a cement floor, wrestled painted shut windows, chased wires, and cut my hands & arms up more than I’d like to admit. Always keeping in mind, under that rubbish rug is a hardwood floor waiting for a bit of TLC. Not just yet, though that’ll be the last thing. Pushing myself a little harder each time I go down there, because this is my future.
Here’s to being an extreme DIYer. Now, I just wish I had a beer.
Over on the ‘gram the vibes are very summer. Wood surfaces, greens are greener, the days are longer and hotter.
Details: Brussell Sprouts sautéed in bacon grease, plant dudes, berry hunters with the pup out at my parents, rooting some plants, locally grown veggies made into a mid-day salad, popcorn with a bit of salt to combat snack cravings, frozen blueberries + cucumbers + ice + water, postcard from my sister taaylow from Denali.