Four and a half years ago, my little family of five moved into the “barn” on my grandparents land. The barn consisted of a large room, a workshop and a drive through space with two smaller, unattatched rooms upstairs. No plumbing, no kitchen, little furniture. In the first four months, Marc put in a small kitchen and a bathroom so that I would no longer have to haul water in and cook on a camp stove, and so that we could retire the little camping potty we had used up ’till then.

As money came in, and as Marc had time, we took little steps toward turning the barn into a house. Once we had bathroom and kitchen, we spent a couple of years sleeping in the rooms upstairs, and using the outside staircase to get to the rest of the house (the rest of the house being a small kitchen with a couch and table in it, and bathroom in the back). Baby number four was born in the unfinished bathroom, and crammed into the upstairs with the rest of us. While I was pregnant with baby number five, we made a great leap. Marc enclosed both the drive through and the workshop, turning it into a house. He gave me a master bedroom (the man loves me) and a living room of sorts. We moved everyone downstairs and put the upstairs remodel on hold. For the last year, the kids (all four of them) have had a “bedroom” in half of the living room, with a screen dividing the space.

Another year passed, and now Marc has completed the last major leg of our gigantic project. We now have stairs inside the house, the kids are moved into bedrooms upstairs (which are colorfully painted and decorated) and I have an honest to goodness house. Only small things remain, like tile in the shower, baseboards and trim, and the swamp cooler installed (it has been hot here, like over 100 degrees hot, so that last one should be soon…).

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The man loves me. He built me a nest. Chirp, chirp.


We have  a pretty tight budget around here, but every month I manage to eke out a small amount of yarn money. It isn’t much, but it makes me happy and keeps the stash healthy and well fed. I spend it pretty quickly at the beginning of the month and I use the remainder of the month to decide what next months yarn budget will be used on. This first day of July was going to be grand. Have you seen the new Knit Picks catalog? This is what I was going to get with my little yarn budget. Go ahead. Take a second to go check it out.

Nice, huh? You want one too, don’t you? Then, since that is only a little bit of the allotment set aside for my hobby, I was going to head over to and grab a skein of this. Yeah, baby…. Dreaming is my other hobby.

So, why am I not ordering them right now? Why am I rambling about them on my blog and not stalking the mail man? Let me tell you. (Now, this is going to sound like good news, and it is. I am not complaining, but… well, you’ll see.)

The upstairs remodel is nearing an end. For the last year (!) our upstairs has been separated from the downstairs. So the kids bedroom is in the living room. Yes. In the living room. Bunkbeds, dressers, tons of toys, all living next to couch, desk, and bookshelves. This week, that all changes. This week I get to have a real house for the first time in my married life! We have lived in an apartment, on a ship, in the hired hands housing on a farm, in a barn and in a thirty year old mobile home. Now, I will live in a house.

So, what does that have to do with my monthly yarn allowance? We need to buy paint. Lots of paint. (there goes the yarn money) Now, I am so excited to be painting the kids rooms. I am thrilled that the stairwell will be beautifully coordinated with the living room. I am happy for the kids who are finally getting their dream bedrooms, their own space in the colors of their choice. Yes, it is a wonderful day in the Jackson house.

But, you can’t knit paint.