Mom’s House

I refer to my mom a lot on here. I know I’m lucky that I have such an amazing mother. She has always been there for me, at my best and at my worst and every point in between. My mom will tell me she’s proud of me, just because she feels like saying so and she always says, “I love you more.” All children who have become parents themselves know you can’t argue with that one. And, when things are bad, my mom doesn’t sugar coat things for me; she’s the first one to tell me to pull myself up by my bootstraps, but she’ll do it while hugging me and handing me a hot cup of coffee.

One of my favorite things, though? I can always go home. And by I, I mean my entire family can always go out to Boring, Oregon and just…be. There will be beds, food, hugs, and hot coffee.

I wanted to share a few photos of what that’s like. This isn’t the house I grew up in. This house is about 3/4 mile from the house I grew up in and it’s much larger, but it feels the same. It still feels like home…if maybe just slightly more Bed and Breakfast now too!

coffee and roses
coffee and roses
kitchen
kitchen
Art Board 1 of....
Art Board 1 of….
b and b
b and b
framed puzzle & refinished dresser
framed puzzle & refinished dresser
happy lucy
happy lucy
kiiyeee
kiiyeee
waaaaaah
waaaaaah
legos
legos
mom's dress
mom’s dress
dictionary
dictionary
mom's senior portrait
mom’s senior portrait (and more micro piecing)
quilt tops
quilt tops
quilt tops 2
quilt tops 2
hand quilting
hand quilting
Stack of Dresden Plates
Stack of Dresden Plates
english garden
english garden
lettuce
lettuce
deer cat chicken fencing
deer cat chicken fencing
hummingbird
hummingbird
reclaimed windows
reclaimed windows
potting shed
potting shed
nested chicks
nested chicks
feedin chickens
feedin chickens
feedin chickens 2
feedin chickens 2

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