Ok, I made that part up. If you ask my parents, they would have told you that my dinner manners qualified me for living in a barn status.
So, technically, I could have been born in a barn.
For those of you who have been following my blog, you know I had been preparing for a Christmas House Tour.
Otherwise known as…..clean your house really fast, throw everything in your cupboards, pray that no one opens a drawer or door. If they do, someone is going to get hurt from a projectile flying object out of the cupboard. Uhhm, not kidding.
The Christmas House Tour, for me, also meant preparing a Treehouse and a barn.
Yup, I said it, a BARN.
I am pretty darn sure that I am on a short list of people who like to hang chandeliers in their barn….
and twinkle lights….
and paintings….
I am probably the only person on earth who vacuums their barn too. Yesss.
Vacuums.
I think other people vacuum too, but I am the only one ponying up and confessing it.
* wishful thinking ?! *
Why ???
I am just so completely enchanted by BARNS.
I could actually LIVE in one.
Pinky swear it.
They are quiet
captivating
peaceful
fascinating
They truly take your breath away.
Well, they can literally take your breath away if you are standing in a chicken barn.
* S T I N K *
We had chickens in our barn for a week.
~ ONE WEEK ~
The smell of the chickens messed up my barn Mojo. They had to go. Sorry folks, no chicken’s here. The only way I am getting chickens is if I have a coop like Karen’s…
Photo via The Art of Doing Stuff
If you get a chance, check out Karen’s blog The Art of Doing Stuff. Karen makes me laugh out loud. We may be sista’s separated at birth. Well….except for one obvious thing…her abs…I’ve seen her abs on her blog, and she has beauty abs. If I stopped eating Christmas cookies for breakfast, maybe I would too.
Part of our CHRISTMAS HOUSE TOUR happened in our barn.
I was beside myself with excitement.
Why ??? You ask ??! Why ??!!
THE CONTAINER OF GOODS THAT I PURCHASED FROM BALI HAD ARRIVED !!!!!!!!!!!
So, I went about setting them up in the barn, so others could have a peak at them.
Just ignore that black table in the pic. It was my kitchen table last year.
I am hiding it in the barn.
Shhh. Don’t tell Michael.
When it was all said and done, I had almost convinced myself to never sell a thing. I had grown attached. It will be truly hard to part with these Balinese treasures. But that I will. **grumble, grumble**
I have promised some to friends and family.
I may even consider a pre-Christmas sale.
Maybe.
I suppose I just can’t sit in the barn and talk to the furniture forever.
That would just be odd. Fun for a while, but odd.
I believe most barns have great potential for some whimsy.
Our barn feels like serendipity.
An artistic barn.
So, tis’ the season for Barn Loving.
&
Possibly a sale in the Barn of some really cool stuff.
The bench, chairs & tables were created by reclaimed Balinese fishing boats
Keep an eye open for some upcoming CHRISTMAS HOUSE TOUR photos.
I decorated the house & TREEHOUSE with natural elements, twinkle lights, candles and a touch of festive.
Until then, all I can think about is….
BARNS ARE COOL
Très Cool.
