Very fitting that I spent this Father’s Day weekend checking on progress at #konkapotbottoms, the farmhouse my father loved for its lunch pail charm and attic office, where he’d get his best writing done while watching for wild turkeys in the field below. Ten summers ago, as we were leaving after what would be his last visit there - he knew he was finally too sick to travel again - my dad implored me to use this house after he was gone, and I promised I would. I’m making good on that promise with the help of my mom and sisters, and soon this place will be a restored and rehabilitated family retreat that I think my dad would be proud of (even if we are doing away with those lunch pail linoleum floors).
This summer I want to elevate the everyday (even when my only audience is kids who care far more about cinnamon rolls than fine china )
Summer’s officially here - while we have a few adventures planned, this is likely my view for the bulk of it. No complaints.
Pondering placement of a set of four insanely heavy marble brackets - I’ve only got one shot at this!
Rare glimpses of the north side of the #anneboonehouse from our neighbors’ beautiful party for @spoletofestivalusa - I often say that looking into their stunning garden and grounds is the best part of our house! (Not sure they feel the same - if you zoom in the first photo you can see my kids plastered against the arched window making funny faces at the tony crowd )