Prime(r) time

There was a time when I wondered if our ceilings would be too low. 

It is, after all, a double wide mobile home. After putting primer on the ceiling today I can honestly say I shall wonder no longer. 

The dang ceilings are high, y’all. While I really wasn’t too concerned about this particular ceiling, the others are high enough that I don’t wanna paint them. 

Ever. 

But painted they will be- and primed first- so that whole “don’t wanna” is just too stinkin’ bad. 

I gotta. 

But ohhhh how sweet it will be on that day I can kick back in my recliner and see all the spots I missed!

Now don’t go feeling all sorry for this poor grandma just trying to get her little house painted. 

There’s THIS guy. Y’all know him- he’s my favorite son in law (FSIL) And the fact that he’s a lot closer to the ceiling than yours truly is the only thing that kept me sane today. 

“Oh, let me get that,” he said, as I strained to make my head perpendicular to the dang ceiling. Craning my head like that is a move I’ve seriously never had to do in real life. It’s a move that makes me dizzy and causes me to roll the paint in circular patterns instead of the recommended back and forth as seen on HGTV. 

It’s a move that causes me to grit my teeth, furthering the pain from the neck up, as I resign myself to use only “nice” words that momma would have been proud to hear. Gritting one’s teeth seems to prevent certain words from actually spilling out into what is otherwise a productive painting session. 

So FSIL took over and rolled the highest points of the dang ceiling while I met him halfway from the lower points. 

I’m not gonna lie, y’all. We had to sit on the porch a couple of times today. 

We saw this adorable guy during one particular porch event. It must be hard watching humans paint ceilings. He was exhausted. He’s 11 years old and there was a chill in the air so he was sporting his fancy duds for Ceiling Priming Day. Later, he had to do this with his buddies. That blanket goes everywhere with me, but after this trip to our construction zone it will go straight to the laundromat. The pups can’t have a dirty blanket. 

Not only did we prime the dang ceilings, we also primed the living room (where that high ceiling is) and…. wait for it….. my STUDIO. 

Oh y’all. Seriously. It’s like a fairy tale right now- complete with bridge trolls, but I’m sneaking up the back side of that bridge and in no time I’ll be posting about the wonderland that is my crafting and sewing studio! 

Do you see the word “tranquility ” here? Yeah. Don’t believe everything you read. I’m ten shades past exhausted. Ain’t nothin tranquil bout dat. 

But more importantly: does that extension pole make my butt look big? Wait. I don’t really wanna know. 
Now here’s a fun fact: my FSIL is known round these parts as “Der Spachkelmeister”, which means if spreading spackling compound was an art form, he would be da Vinci. 

I was able to sneak up and capture the sheer concentration he puts into every bit of spackle. Not only that, but I was also privy to the vonderbar German impressions he shares while performing as Der Spachkelmeister. I was not disappointed to find that the spackle has to cure, so tomorrow, if I can actually move, I’m planning to finish priming the studio. Meanwhile, here’s the master bedroom that’s not quite finished but you get the idea. 

I have to trim out the top and – paint the dang ceiling. It’s already primed so the paint should go on like buttuh. 

My crazy goal is to have everything painted before Ninja Man arrives on Friday. It’s a stretch, but nothing like the stretching I’ve already done today. 

And there’s that “tranquility” showing up in my photos again. Oh. I can’t wait to enjoy some tranquil days on Six Little Acres. I think I may have earned a few. 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless. 

Kathy Bo 

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Sweet (?) painted lady

Currently, I have paint pretty much all over- yes, from head to tennis shoe. The color? Accessible beige- because that is a fabulous neutral color for us here at Six Little Acres. How it looks on me? Not so sure. I plan to gauge that by the reaction of the general public when I go for some lunch.  

Most of the rooms will have this color on the walls, mainly because of these fun facts:

A) A man will live here so a few gallons of “pink petals” was not a real option. 

B) It really is a great color. It looks lighter or darker, depending on the amount of overhead lighting, sunlight, or how many margaritas I may or may not have had. 

C) I can repaint whenever I want- which tends to happen frequently where I abide. Ninja Man does not like it when I watch HGTV and Joanna Gaines comes out with a new color. 

Anyway, it’s Monday. Just a matter of three short days ago I was helping daughter and baby Wren during chemo at a children’s hospital. I can’t even. 

How does one go from baby chemo to working on a huge project Ike Six Little Acres? Faith, y’all. 

When morning slapped me in the face I put on my Big Girl Underoos, got my butt outta bed, put the three stooges in the car, stopped at McDonalds for a biscuit and Coke Zero, and came on out to work. 

Pandora has THE BEST music station called Country Hymns Radio. Oh y’all. Those old gospel songs just ring in my heart. 

I was singing at the top of my lungs and painting up a storm when my middle stooge Miele, came to my aid. I think she figured I must be dying. What else could that noise be?

So this happened. I had to take a break and hold her, reassure her that I would survive, at least long enough to dish out her next meal. 

Oh- and those shoes? They are to work in. Fugly. That’s what they are. Don’t judge. 

Here’s my latest project. Keep in mind my goal is just  getting paint on the walls. Okay, and all over me. That floor had clumps of Sheetrock mud that I scraped and scraped (feeling sorry for me yet?) and then vacuumed up with our handy dandy shop vac. The floor is ready for that wonderful vinyl flooring but I’m hesitant to DIY because Ninja Man would pop a vein if I start cutting with his power saw. Of course if THAT happened I’d have to start all over with “pink petals”- ain’t nobody got time fo dat. Goal: keep Ninja Man alive. 

While I began this day overwhelmed and in more despair than I care to blog about, I have a host of friends and family keeping me in prayer- and that keeps me going and doing all the difficult tasks that seem to keep piling up in front of me. 

Sweet painted lady? Maybe. I guess I’ll wait till the biscuit wears off and see how hangry I get. 

Meanwhile, break is over. I have another room to tackle!

Thanks for stopping by Six Little Acres! God bless. 

Kathy Bo

Floored. 

I almost didn’t include that picture of the little piece of wallpaper on the wall, but I figured if you have a great imagination, you may be able to get an idea of my new kitchen. 

Meanwhile, we finally found flooring we could afford for Six Little Acres. This is vinyl, and I’m so excited that those of us on serious budgets can get something like this. 
It’s from Lumber Liquidators. It’s called Copper Ridge Oak. It’s “supposed” to be water resistant, but I don’t really want to put it to the test! Here’s a link: Flooring

Anyway, it’s going all over the house and we will replace the carpet in the RV with it if we have enough left. 

I found this wallpaper y’all. 

Again, I can’t even. 

It’s highly possible that it will be perfect for my farmhouse style kitchen. I’m way over the moon in love with it. It’s actually from JoAnn and it’s called Old Salem. 

I used a 40% off coupon and got free shipping! Here’s where you can find it:  JoAnn
So as thrilled as we were to find the flooring we wanted and could afford, there was no delivery option. Ninja Man and I unloaded about 56 boxes – each around 50 lbs. Our favorite son in law helped with the first load but after that it was just us old folks! 

Pictured below is your truly. I carried the boxes to the porch and Ninja Man took them into the house. Those porch steps were good exercise! 

This is the underlay for the flooring. It weighs nothing. It was a nice break from all that flooring. 

Here’s a bunch of the flooring. This is the most of it- and wow. We have A LOT of work to do. 

We are getting closer and closer. Hard to believe but it’s happening. 

Have I mentioned how much I love the town we will be moving to? Well, I do- especially since it was home just 20 years ago. Still a sweet place and well suited with all the necessities: JoAnn, Michaels and Hobby Lobby. Oh, and a Target. Yeah, my kind of place!

Thanks for stopping by and God bless!

Kathy Bo 

Big week at Six Little Acres 

There were a few goals that had to be met before we were officially done with our contractor. 

Sheet rock had to be installed and finished, cabinets had to be installed in the kitchen and French doors had to go in. 

Oh. And those ridiculous toe kick boards on the exterior stairs. Ridiculous because the county requires them. I cannot count the number of times in my 58 years that I have successfully navigated a set of stairs without plunging through the slits between them. Apparently it’s a talent, at least in our county. 

In between these contractor duties were our responsibilities of painting the walls with primer, specifically the kitchen and at least one bathroom. 

So for the past two days Ninja Man and my favorite son in law have been working up a storm while I babysat the Littles. 

And people, we have PROGRESS! 


The kitchen will be the perfect size for the two of us. We are currently living in our RV so this is like the Taj Mahal, y’all! 

See that sink? Yep. That’s my FARM SINK!!! Oh yes it is. It will fit perfectly, it’s just not installed yet. 

Now let’s talk about those French doors. 

They lead into the room addition, which we fondly refer to as our emotional baggage room. I just keep envisioning these doors with seasonal wreaths hanging from them. I’m going to love them!

And by the way, they are just one of very few doors that open into a room here at Six Little Acres, because I’ve taken every single chance to have sliding barn doors. There’s a post about my doors here on the blog. It’s dated July 20, 2016. 


We are in our 10th month since I signed the papers on Six Little Acres. Ten LONG months with more delays and disappointments than I care to recall. But you know what? We have also had an overwhelming number of blessings. Overwhelming. 

If you have kept up with my posts you’ll recall why we took this on when we did. Our grandLittle Wren was diagnosed with cancer one year ago this month and we have been working toward getting me moved here. I’m 50% of the care team on chemo weeks so her daddy can keep her big sis Phoebe.  

A year. 

It’s been a year of heartache and blessings. 

What a mix. We have another chemo week starting on Monday. I need my home finished. We are in the home stretch. 

Oh, and that flower heart? It’s from camellias, gently picked and arranged by these two: 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless. 

Kathy Bo.