I love to house-sit.

Pet-sit.

Kid-sit…which oddly enough, no matter the age of the child, is called babysitting, but that’s neither here nor there.

Truth is, house-sitting is right up there with the first ice cream cone of the summer or finding that perfect pair of shoes, on sale, 90% off. House-sitting is, essentially, trying on someone else’s life for an entire week. Like someone else’s life is equivalent to a sweater or a fantastic pair of flare jeans with the little detail buttons on the butt pockets that are so fun. Usually, I don’t like trying on clothes, especially other people’s as I find that to be a tad on the creepy side (which is yet another reason why garage sales give me the heeby-geebys), but I do like me some good house-sitting.

For those of you who follow my blog, you may have picked up that I’m a bit of a nomad at heart. A gypsy, if you will. I’ve watched several people’s houses (and pets!) before and I have to admit that this place is my favorite. Yep, add it to the list. I mean, this house has the coolest things ever! For starters, I have a kitchen to work with. A real, live kitchen complete with oven, stove top, dishwasher (dishwasher), sharp knives, and perhaps the best kitchen invention of all time: a salad spinner. Oh, what a genius that chick must have been. Plus, little Lucy hangs around for company and is making a fantastic stand-in for my daily conversations with Buns (who is most likely anxiously awaiting my return and daily carrot peace offerings).

I’m retrieving said owners of said excellent house (and salad spinner) from the airport tomorrow and will file this past week under ‘W’ for wicked sweet. Here’s a glimpse into what was happening in this teeny corner of the world these past ten days…

Since I’ve had this beautiful kitchen all to my disposal, I’ve almost baked myself into oblivion…I feel like a whale. A happy, well-fed whale.

The beef wellington I cooked for Mr. Nick on Valentine’s day….

The finished product! Not too shabby, eh?

The next day, I thought I should whip up some peach turnovers

a white rose from the beautiful flowers I got from Mr. Nick

My conversation companion: Lucy!!

I got to photography little Levi and his sister Greta last week–can’t wait to blog the rest!

And I also got to meet Molly and Brent and their sweet little bun, just baking away…finishing up on the rest of these, but I just had to post a sneak!

Okay, so this is where it might get weird. All these workshops I’ve been going to and blogs I’ve been stalking casually checking out all talk about the importance of just getting out there and shooting, practicing all the time, getting outside your comfort zone, trying something new…but above all, the advise I’m constantly receiving is to shoot.

Anything.

Anywhere.

Anytime.

We had a fairly sizable storm Sunday and Monday and the snow was absolutely perfect for a dreamy winter shoot…but it was just me and Lucy. So…I took a deep breath, pulled on the boots and tried it solo.

Don’t laugh.

I hate photos of myself.

WhewohmygoodnessI’mgladthat’sover.

Gross, right!?

It was kinda fun though–definitely a learning experience!!!

A bit more snow

And I wrapped up my snowy Monday with a ginormous pot of ricey-vegetable chicken stew stuff. Cause, really, go big or go home, right?

As usual, if I’m cooking, Lucy-Lou is right below my feet! 😉

Last night, cookies sounded good (I wasn’t joking when I said I made full use of the kitchen). Even with 4-times too much baking soda, these were still pretty nummy.

View out the front door this morning–lovely.

Yay for snowy weekends and the beautiful mornings that follow!

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