another weekend in boise.

seems like every chance i get, i head to boise to work on house projects with andi + spencer.

it's as good as time as any, but man.... i hate that drive.

it's so long and boring and full of nothing... i was near tears as i pulled out of the driveway.

five hours seemed impossible.

i came bearing ikea furniture for their new house and we worked {and shopped} like wild women to hang frames, decorate spaces, and transform blank walls into interesting somethings.

 i'm not sure i was much help - andi's a genius in her own right - but i nodded and said yes and held the laser level.

i also wiped snot off of olive's face 432743 times.  in return, she cleaned my feet.

on sunday afternoon we crashed some kid's fire truck birthday party in the neighborhood park.

with a wink and a smile, the very charming, married, fireman gave olive a hat + sticker... and invited us down to the fire station for tours.

freaking charming married men.

in all her married years, and probably even before that, andi, the retired anthropologie design coordinator, has been collecting and storing and saving for a house of her own. we created olive's space with pieces we found around the house.  a trip to hobby lobby for the pinky peach paint + the dollar fabric scraps at walmart... we got happy with the hammer and went to work.

a sunday walk brought us lots of spying on neighbors landscaping.

isn't that the point of sunday walks?  to see what brilliant, or not so brill, ideas other people have come up with in their space?

i do it every sunday.

this lady must have had 100 pots - hanging and not - full of annuals like these on her corner lot.

sure made it enjoyable for the rest of us.

and then i found this house.

dead as dead could be dead grass.... a foreclosure for sure.

the windows peeked into the sweetest living space with built-in book cases lining the walls, a kitchen nook with a wall full of windows, and a front porch just big enough for two chairs and a diet coke table.

there was not a single thing wrong with this house. i peeked in every window in the front and back yard... and i melted every time.

i want this house.

and i want to be andi's neighbor.

our boise trips are not complete without a visit to anthropologie and a try-on fest in the mega dressing room.

we walk in the doors, and it's like they know to reserve us the space.

for being an out of towner, they know me so well.

and the diet coke.

it's the only thing that kept me awake on the drive home.

i guess that's what three days of staying up late and waking up for 9 a.m. church will do to a girl.

call me crazy, but i thought it so cool that this place carried cups without logos or graphics or lame-o designs. it's just clear.

{the shell on the corner of eagle and pine, folks!}

so cool. i saved the cup.

five hours later, i was home.

wishing i could be back.

thanksgiving?