“There’s no such thing as a free dog.”

Those are my father-in-law’s wise words. Their beloved dog, Gypsy, wandered onto their property over 10 years ago. But since that time, Gypsy as been sick and needed special dog food, had numerous tumors removed, etc. All of that, not free. Any time something becomes much bigger than expected, that is usually the reaction: ‘There’s no such thing as a free dog.’

At the end of last year, Scott and I bought this great office chair at our favorite Omaha junk store (in Old Market.) I was very excited to use it at my work table. The owner (who knows we are faithful customers), sold it to us for $5. Five dollars! A caster was broken on it, but after Scott looked it over, that seemed to be the only problem; the rest of the chair construction was very sound.

Simple. Buy 5 new casters and voila!, a cool new office chair.

And yet, since the end of last year, it has sat in our garage.

Once Scott started researching where to buy the new casters he soon realized that they were antique casters that were no longer made. There were a few places online, but the cost was just too much. Nevertheless, Scott kept researching it every now and then.

This morning, while looking online once again, he found that there was a caster company in downtown Omaha, so we jumped in the car to see what they had. Seems the issue was that the casters needed to have a threaded shaft and now they make casters that you shove up in a hole and they click into place.

The caster company in Omaha had a few suggestions ready for us when we got there – after Scott talked to them on the phone. Their casters were smaller, but seemed to be strong and sturdy. Out we walked with 5 metal casters for $35.

$35 casters to go on our $5 chair.

But…I love how it looks!!! (does ‘pretty’ count?!)







Our ‘free dog’ turned out to be a bit more than we expected. Yet still, we would have paid much more than $40 for a Pottery Barn or Restoration Hardware chair, no?!
(my spiritual gift is Rationalization.)

p.s. Don’t judge my mess. I’m in the middle of a thing.
…yet I always seem to be in the middle of a thing…

I have no idea where I’m going…



I am loving the evolution process of this wall. It continues to grow and shift and change, but it has been an interesting exercise in patience and mood development. I’m not sure what the criteria is for something to be ‘wall worthy’, only that I know it when I see it.
It will continue to evolve organically. It is certainly not a one-stop DIY project…and I think that’s what I love best.

Other than that, I have no idea where I’m going with this. But I’m really enjoying the process.

free = almost free

Not long ago Scott came through the front door and said, “There’s a rod-iron headboard out by the dumpster.” We couldn’t believe it. He grabbed it and put it in our garage. A month of rainy, busy Sundays later and we finally were able to finish spray-painting it (originally a cream color) and put it up yesterday.

It was a nice thing to open my eyes to this morning.



I love home/nesting projects!

the first stirring of the holiday spirit

We visited a nursery near our house today that was incredibly beautiful. Mulhall’s Nursery. Photos can’t quite capture the vignettes of holiday ideas. Everything was super-sized and breath-takig. Just walking through the rooms put me in the mood to decorate for Christmas.

The fact that it was 20+ degrees outside might have something to do with the Christmas thoughts as well!
















The Loyce bought us a beautiful housewarming gift. A Norfolk Island pine.




Tis almost the season for cheer.
Tis always the season for family!

home sway home

I admit, living on a houseboat has always held an appealing little spot in my imagination. No doubt the living existence in my mind is completely unrealistic and romanticized but when I see pictures like these, I’m not so sure about that. It would be just like this, right??!

Never mind the fact that I’m horrified when it’s raining and lightning while I’m in a secure-to-the-ground building and can’t imagine the sedatives I would need if afloat on a houseboat in the middle of a spring storm.

But never mind that, I will just keep dreaming of this…









source: Design Milk