You know how you read a blog and you just feel like you know that person?
And you wonder, “If I were to meet her in real life, would I feel the same way?”
And then, you finally do get to meet her and you are fairly certain that you have actually known her forever and that she may, in fact, be related to you.
She is even more warm, more friendly, more hilarious, more kind, more gracious and
more REAL than you imagined.
And you know that you have made a friend for life.
Well, that is exactly how we felt when, at the Haven conference, we got to hug the neck of our very special At the Picket Fence guest today.
Without further ado, please help us welcome our beautiful (inside and out) friend Kari
from Thistlewood Farm!
Hello At The Picket Fence readers! My name is KariAnne and I blog about…..well…..actually…..I blog about a lot of random bits of life over at Thistlewood Farm.
Thistlewood Farm is a turn-of-the-century farmhouse at the corner of where a cornfield meets a long winding country road.
It is our forever and ever house.
A house filled with laughter and joy.
A house where games of Monopoly never end, where you can read books in the leafy branches of a treehouse, follow a winding path to create projects galore in a tiny art house and tell jokes that always end with “orange you glad you didn’t say banana.”
A house with turtles and fish and dogs and cats.
A house where a warm fire, a good book and a cup of hot tea are always waiting.
A house for friends and family to know they are special.
There are a lot of chapters in our story.
Here’s one I hope you enjoy:
The Stinky Sock Playroom
According to a recent survey of 2000 people, the stinkiest smell in the universe was the smell of wet dog. Hmmmm.
Stinkiest smell ever.
Have they ever smelled the socks of a teenage boy and an almost teenage boy?
I think not.
Because if they had…..trust me….wet dog would never even have topped the list.
When we re-did the upstairs for the boys. I spent hours ripping out blue shag carpet (yikes).
And when I tediously stripped wallpaper with a bottle of vinegar and tiny scraper…..
…..and when I patched and sanded and painted until I could paint no more…..
…..it was all done with the understanding that stinky socks were not to grace this freshly sanded and painted grey wooden floor.
T-shirts, legos, video games, cards, ball caps, books, papers, train tracks….. ….even a stray remote or two. All these were on the acceptable list.
No way. No how.
We do have standards here at Thistlewood Farm.
So far we are all on the same page.
So far the inhabitants of the second floor of Thistlewood Farm are
keeping their socks out of sight and out of smell.
But if the day comes…. …..and the stinky socks of the world take over the playroom, drastic decorating measures may have to be taken…..
….. and that blue shag carpet may rear its ugly head again 🙂
If you would like to read more about all our farmhouse adventures…..stop by for a glass of sweet tea at Thistlewood Farm.
As mothers of boys we can fully appreciate this subject matter…but we just never imagined we would be thanking someone for doing a guest post on our blog about it!
Leave it to Kari to keep us on our toes…get it…toes…feet…stinky socks…
Thanks for stopping by the Fence today and we hope you will pay Kari a visit over at her place!