my poor broken hearth

WAAAAHHHHHHH my fireplace doesn’t work!! WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

So I bought a house that was built in 1927 and is in surprisingly good shape for its age, if I do say so myself. The downstairs bathroom and kitchen were updated right before I bought it, and we added a master bathroom upstairs (and by we I mean the contractors) which I got to design the way I wanted, so in a lot of ways the house is perfect. And it still has that old house charm that drew me to East Nashville in the first place.

Well, sometimes that charm isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. When a structure has existed for 80+ years, sometimes things get neglected. And apparently this is what has happened to my fireplace. Sad face.

I had a chimney sweep come to my house yesterday, and he was a fabulous dancer.

i made the penguins stay outside

But he told me that our chimney needed $4,000 worth of work done in order for it to no longer be a “major fire hazard.” Thanks for the emphasis. Soooo looks like we won’t be having any fires this summer! I know, you’re probably wondering why I had a chimney inspection at the beginning of the summer, but it’s only because I hadn’t gotten around to it this winter and I found a Groupon a few months ago for a sweepin’!

the culprit. don’t mind the kissing pets in the corner.

While I can’t say I was surprised at the prognosis, I was rather upset. I mean, who doesn’t love a good fire?

ohh yeah. who’s that standing next to it, you ask? no one. don’t worry about it.

I can’t help it, I’m a December baby, I love winter, I love snow, I love fires. They told me my fireplace would work when they sold me the house, and now I feel lied to :(. And cold inside, knowing that it will probably be a long time before my fireplace will be able to warm me up. Yes, I do know that it’s 90 degrees outside. But still. It’s the principle of the matter.

“you’re gonna be okay, kiddo.”

Kitty was quite concerned and glad to offer his help. Or he may have been hungry.

I have other stuff to tell you, photography to show you, a celebrity citing, some food, but I’ll leave that for tomorrow. Today I just wanted to complain. Enjoy your Thursday.



glee/flo and the machine dance break

Sometimes Glee just gets it right. I definitely think they did this time. Hard to get this one wrong. I’m going to give you a few options here, so take your pick, or listen to all of them and tell me your favorite.

The first one is the full Glee version, which is my personal favorite of the Glee picks. But it doesn’t have the video attached to it. The one with the video (coming up next) doesn’t have my FAVORITE part of the song though! And that made me sad.

Okay and then this next one has the video, but not the best part of the song. Still fun to watch though.

Can you tell what my favorite part of the song is? It’s a crime to remove it.

And here’s the original, from the magical lady herself, Florence + the Machine. Her voice is to die for.

It’s unbelievable whatever way you slice it.



a day of remembrance

I am thoroughly enjoying my three day weekend, and I hope you all are too. We’ve done a bit of yard work, a bit of barbecuing, and a bit of relaxing, a perfect Memorial Day weekend.

I can’t make it through this weekend, however, without stopping to remember why we have this holiday.

I believe that I live in the most amazing country in the world, and there are many people who work hard to make America the country that it is. Among the bravest of those are the soldiers who are fighting and who have fought for this country for hundreds of years.

It’s easy for me to forget that there are men and women risking their lives every day to fight for the freedoms that I so often take for granted. Even leading up to this weekend, I was merely excited for an extra day off from work. Today, I want to take a bit of time to remember our fellow citizens who have fought and died for us.

If you have a second while you are reading this, even if it’s no longer Memorial Day, take a moment to pray for the soldiers and families of the soldiers who have so humbly served our country.



east side pride and kitty neighbors

I am sitting outside of Starbucks in the morning breeze listening to a bird sing what sounds like an urgent song, using every tweet and chirp he has ever learned in his life. I hope he’s okay. He’s sitting on top of a telephone pole pacing, occasionally flying up for a second, and returning to continue his message. It’s almost as if he is trying to speak through the telephone receptors. He is on high alert! It’s amazing the noises they can produce. I wish I knew what he was saying. I would try to help him.

Anyway, I digress.

I went walking with my pup yesterday morning, and I decided to take my camera along to practice my mad photog skills on some of the adorable houses in my neighborhood. I have absolutely no idea what the best way is to take pictures of houses, so I just, well, I just kind of guessed.

No special camera effects, just an attempt to be a bit more intentional with my shots. Let’s see how we did.

If you don’t know where I live, I have a house in an “up-and-coming” part of Nashville called East Nashville, and it’s pretty hip. In fact, apparently Travel and Leisure ranked us one of the most hipster-friendly cities. No big.

I live in Lockeland Springs, which is, in my opinion, the most adorable part of East Nasty.

yeah, we have a sign. deal with it.

Most of the houses over here were built in the early 1900s, some of them even before. Many are in disrepair, but fortunately a lot of them are being restored to their former glory.

the colors, duke, the colors!

I actually looked at this house when I was hunting, and it was blue at the time. Built in 1899, this baby had a little too much “charm” for my taste and budget. But someone is obviously putting a lot of love into it, and I would love to see the finished product someday. Yeah, I’ll totally be that snooping neighbor.

do you see the fairy?

I also love the gardens in my neighborhood, they range from pristine to flourishing to veritable forest, and I adore them all. Can’t see the house very well but it too is adorable.

i just wanna play in it.

Isn’t it great how you can barely even see this house behind the gorgeousness? There are tons of gardens that slope down the hills of front yards, and the commitment that must be involved in those amazes me.

red door! look at the red door!

I mean…could you get any cuter. Is quainter a word? I’d like to request that it become one if not. Could you get any quainter. I sure couldn’t. And the fern. Love. Ugh I need to get one.

My neighborhood is also hip and cool because there are fun little restaurants peppered throughout.

do you know the muffin man?

Sweet 16th Bakery is literally right down the street from me, and although I must admit I don’t frequent it, I do appreciate its adorableness. Don’t even care if it’s a word. Even the color of the building makes me giddy! Love it.

gimme some

Okay, it may not be pretty, but it’s good, and the inside is as pizza shoppy as you can get. And they have gluten free pizza! Not that I care at all, but the sign says it. If I were gluten free I wouldn’t exist. Not hopping on that train anytime soon. Not that I don’t think it could be beneficial, but I live off of gluten.

ok, at least the sun is cool in this one.

So I’m pretty sure I will never stay here, but I still think it’s awesome. A bed and breakfast right down the street from me! Not to mention it’s across from Italia. Top O’ Woodland, they call it, and I just want to peek inside sometime. It looks scary from the windows. I’m sure it’s great.

gorgeous. just stunning.

Okay straying from the theme for a second, but I’ve decided that one cannot be too hip without being a bit ghetto, as well. Once the ghetto is gone, the yuppies come. So I even appreciate my 4 Stop Market. Not just because the guy at the counter said surely I couldn’t be old enough to buy beer! Ssstop it….

(disclaimer: I was not buying beer before work yesterday morning. This was on a completely separate, appropriately timed occasion.)

need i say more

And oh yeah, there’s The Lipstick Lounge. Why of course I’ll take you there when you visit me! We can dance the night away. But wait, what lies only yards away from the LL and the 4 Stop Market?

secret garden

Don’t you just want to live here?? I do, but I also don’t mind living here:

disregard the sign behind us.

Wait, that’s not me yet. I just couldn’t help myself. These are my kitty neighbors, and I want to steal them. Actually these are three of like seventy.

don’t worry i’ll guard you!

This is us! Home sweet home. And Ayda sweet Ayda. Who could ask for anything more? Well, I could use some ferns.