Now for an explanation. The other day, Colleen and I were out on my screened-in veranda and she remarked that when you look out at the trees, you think you're in a treehouse. Oh, I liked that. A lot. So I decided that my new home is "the treehouse." Never mind that it's actually an apartment in a building with at least five other apartments. Never mind that it is not, in fact, up in a tree. Never mind that you actually have to walk DOWN a few steps to get to it. It is my treehouse, dang it, and I live here and there are chipmunks.
My dedicated perfectionist of a husband worked for over an hour on my new layout last night (mostly on the banner), and I finally had to make him go to bed instead of staying up until he was pleased with how it looks. So it's still a work in progress; excuse us as we change things up, change our minds, and change them again. Hopefully it'll look like the whimsical wonderland I tell myself I live in when all is said and done!
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