I adjust to these things though and as soon as I start on a new DIY project, or see my kids outside playing soccer next to the cornfield, I forget all about those little things.. Perspective.

Who’s going to solicit way out here?That would be some serious exercise for that poor door-to-door salesman..

So I got out my tape and my chalkboard spray paint and I changed them!.And the signs even worked!When the UPS guy came last week, he came and knocked on the inside door to the kitchen instead of banging away out here where I can’t hear him..

I did get a few paint spots on the door, but those seemed to wipe off pretty easily.And clearly this door’s days are numbered.. Might as well have some fun with it before we go ripping it out!Once upon a time I had a fern and I didn’t kill it.

It’s pretty flabbergastingly great really because, you see, I love ferns.

They’re so fresh and verdant and classy and stuff.You want to know about that pot?

You mean the awesome crackly, aged, rope-edged work of art there?Yeah, I saw you eyeing that up.. Well, it’s actually so aged that it’s in three pieces, with the potted fern sitting inside.

I refuse to part with it though.. Love the flip flops and rain boots.The pot belonged to our neighbor in our old house.