Beauty School

Smokehouse. The cat is about as friendly as it looks, but we'll break him in.

How about a haircut? How about two?

Enough winter neglect. Both the shrubs, that veil the front porch, and the bangs, that veil my forehead, had the scissors taken to them. Since my family is hosting the wedding at the farm (I haven't mentioned this formally on here but I got engaged last November!) we are devoting this year to prettying up the farm. This means a lot of weekends filled with house projects + no time for procrastinating. Lucky for us, the farm has got a lot to work with, high cheek bones and loads of natural beauty, but she's a little rough around the edges. Cold weather or not, it's time to roll up those sleeves and get to snipping.

Also, I neglected to tell you about the cat that adopted us during the ice storm. Brad named him/ her Smokehouse because the cat was born to smoke meats. Don't worry though, i'm going to make sure Smokehouse signs at least a six month lease + gives us the security deposit in cash.