• A Hearth of My Own

    fireplacesFireplaces have always been an important part of decorating for me.  I love old houses where you will find a fireplace in just about every room.  They offer such a fabulous atmosphere and seem to facilitate the urge to just sit by the warmth, enjoying the crackling of the fire, and read, have conversations, or just enjoy hanging out and relaxing.

    As a kid, I did not have a fireplace in our family home.  Our house would have been perfect, but it seemed that during this time, the fireplace just wasn’t a priority for my parents as it was to me.  My dad would always talk about putting one in, as we had a blank wall where it would be perfect, but it just never got done.

  • Fireplace Fails and Fixes

    I was never the fire starter in our family—that job belonged to Dad and Lisa. They were the official flame whisperers, armed with newspaper twists, matches, and patience. I, on the other hand, preferred to enjoy the fire from a safe, soot-free distance.

    Honestly, I’ve never been a fan of the whole process. Building the fire, keeping it going, making sure it doesn’t go out—it’s way too much work for something that’s supposed to be relaxing. The last time I tried lighting my own fire, it was a campfire, and all it was good for was sending smoke signals.