SoBro Bungalow

Knobs How I Love Thee

We finally got around to adding knobs on the kitchen cabinets. If ever there was a testament to how small changes can make a big impact, Exibit A: knobs. And I'm not even talking about how the cabinets look now, although I think they're pretty awesome. Had I known how easy opening cabinets would become -- especially the drawer that holds the toaster that was forever sticking causing loads of cursing in the pre-coffee dawn -- not to mention how much fun we would have throwing around the word knob, I would have pestered Jeff to put them in a loooong time ago. To make up for all those knob-less months, he put these beauties on the bathroom cabinet, and I didn't even have to ask.

Ain't That America...

OK. So these houses aren't pink, but they are little.

Dogwood Inn with yummy raw edges by Stephanie DosReis. Check out Stephanie's handcrafted houses and other goodies at her Etsy shop.

Betz White's felted birdhouse, which prompted Mootsie to proclaim, "I want that birdhouse right now." Ah two...everything is "right now." However, in this case, I would have to agree.

Cheerful versions at Anthropologie.

A paper creation (artist unknown) with an inviting crocheted path. Available locally at Haus.

Update: Also, Bella Dia makes some lovely little cottages -- pink ones even! Check out her Flickr set. Thanks, Betz.

Save Sam

Am I being dramatic? Maybe just a little, but this cat needs a home. SoBro has an abandonned/stray pet problem. Jeff and I discovered this a few months after moving into the bungalow. Dogs and cats galore... We hooked up with Indy Feral and now manage a colony in the neighborhood because, well, somebody has to. Anyhow, Sam came along about a year ago and has basically adopted us. We'd adopt him right back because he's AWESOME, but we already have a male cat and he and Sam do not play well together. No sir! 

Sam, who is two or three years old, sits on our front and back porches waiting for us to come outside which is becoming increasingly heartbreaking as winter approaches. He loves to be petted, gets along famously with Mootsie, is neutered and tested negative for all the icky yuckies that sometimes go along with being an abandonned pet. I know someone out there is looking for a wonderful kitty, and I'm willing to go to great lengths to find him a forever home.

Candy, Candy, Candy

I'm a few days behind on Halloween, but we're still coming down off our sugar highs...For a two year old, Mootsie didn't take long to get the trick-or-treat drill down. She was yelling, "Next house!" as neighbors were dropping candy into her simple tote.