Today is dark and dreary here in Alexandria. Instead of embracing this weather and working out, cleaning the house, and what not I have decided to daydream about having a cottage like Miss Honey from Matilda. So join me in my sunny neighborhood where Kenny and I live in this quaint cottage, right next door to Miss Honey and Matilda...
What's up MTV Cribs? Welcome to our home! Yes this sweet little cottage can be found right in the heart of MM Dreamland. Kenny and I spend our days gardening, laughing, playing, and begging Nelly to misbehave. That dog is so wonderful all the time we think she must be fake! We sit on our bench and sip sweet tea in the afternoon as the sunsets. Gardening is such a joy because the weather is always a sunny 70, no humidity, and our garden is bug-less, snake-less and even weed-less.
We spend lots of time in here with one of our neighbors, Ina Garten who wrote the Barefoot Contessa cookbooks. She is over all the time just cooking up a storm for us.
 |
Here is our super relaxing bathroom that overlooks our wonderfully wooded backyard and organic vegetable garden. We have a magic elf that maintains the garden and leaves the fresh produce in the kitchen every morning. (Sort of like our laundry fairy and kitchen fairy, what would we do without those 3?) |
 |
Hmmmm, this is where the garden magic happens... I guess. I thought this little hut was super cute so I decided it was a must for my make believe home. It also functions like the wardrobe from Chronicles of Narnia. If life is too peaceful, calm and relaxing we walk into another world where we are King and Queen of Narnia fighting alongside Aslan for the freedom of Narnia, and return only when the cooking fairy and Ina has summoned us for dinner. |
 |
Welcome to our oh so shabby chic bedroom. Sure it is a little girly but the brick wall makes it a wee bit more manly for Ken. We just recently found the lost treasure (they made a movie about us called National Treasure- we didn't want our cover to be blown so they gave the actress who played me blond hair and made Kenny unattractive so no one would catch one and we could live a normal life) that let Kenny quit the Coast Guard so we sleep in every morning and make pancakes. LIfe is rough at the Byrd Cottage. |
 |
Oh and there I am on the back steps calling Nelly in from her adventure deep in the woods chasing deer and killing cats and what have you. It is weird she has been playing and rolling in mud and splashing in streams but comes running in the house looking like she has been groomed for the Westminster Dog Show. Oh, and did I mention she smells like roses? What a wonderful pup. |
How delightful was our daydream? I know I enjoyed it. I was not ready for it to end, but Nelly tooted sending me abruptly out of my own world. Back to reality where dinner needs to be cooked, Nelly walked and the floors vacuumed. Oh well, at least the man of my dreams isn't a daydream!! (Mushy-gushy and cheesy I know, get over it :) )
1. I LOVE your daydream! You crack me up!!
ReplyDelete2. That cottage is amazing. I love the kitchen, it's pure perfection.
3. A garden without bugs, snakes and weeds sounds like my kinda garden!
4. Can we come live in your daydream too?
Kevin and I live just down the street with our perfectly behaved boys that sleep soundly from 7:30pm - 9am :) Ahhhh, it is a great place!
ReplyDeleteI loved the killing cats comment! Her cousin, Ace. I do love those pics. When you come home, my yard will look a whole lot like that. And I am about to get a can of white paint and paint everything , even the furniture white. I can't wait.
ReplyDeleteMary Margaret what a beautiful daydream! Please add a beautiful orchid garden to your daydream so when I come by to see my grand-dogster Nelly Bells I can work on the orchids while Nelly chases butterflies. I bet there is never bad weather either and it probably rains at night so everyone sleeps better. You are so very precious! See you soon. Love you.....
ReplyDeleteMs. Bette
This made me laugh OUT LOUD multiple times! Hope you are well! miss seeing you!
ReplyDelete