Success! Life begins at Six Little Acres 

Picture a cheerleader, preferably me in 5th grade, shaking gold and black pom-poms that match my pleated cheerleader skirt and vest, yelling, “Tigers! Tigers! Gooooo Tigers!”  

Well, fast forward 45 plus years, take away the pom-poms and -please- take that uniform too (it won’t fit anyway) and that’s me, on the porch at Six Little Acres yelling, “Inspector, inspector! Gooooo inspector!” I mean, REALLY. GO. LEAVE. VAMOOSE. DONT LET THE DOOR HIT YA WHERE THE GOOD… well, y’all get the idea. 

Because we passed inspection! Oh yes we did. 

I’m so happy. And I am officially LIVING HERE. Yep. It’s awesome and amazing and even though most of our stuff is still in storage, we are just as cozy as we can be with paper plates and plastic forks. 

So life begins At Six Little Acres. 

There’s still LOTS to do and share so follow us here and on Facebook. We are excited to see what tomorrow brings. 

God bless,

Kathy Bo 

Still working 

It’s been a busy couple of weeks here at Six Little Acres. 

We are desperately- and I mean DESPERATELY – trying to get everything finished so the county inspector can sign off and we can go on with our lives. 

We are hoping he can come on Friday and also hoping we have done everything we had to do. Not only so we can be done with it but because this has KILT US.

KILT US DET!

Ninja Man can’t use his right hand without pain and my left knee is all jacked up. BUT Favorite Son in Law (FSIL) Ian is still young and to my knowledge, all his major parts are still in working order. 

A couple of fun things:

It doesn’t matter if you have to paint stuff and dig tons of dirt, grass grows and it has to be mowed. 

So I mowed this morning. 

And I took pictures. We shall call this “A View From the Mower”. 

Oh yes. 

We shall. 

Views from the mower make me happy, but mostly if I have already mowed what lies beyond. 
Another thing: 

Chickens and blueberries. 

Favorite daughter harvested about a quart of blueberries this afternoon. She and the Littles also brought eggs from the coop. But it’s not all fun and games, y’all. There’s some serious work going on here. So serious that we had to call for help. Rest up, Ninja Man. Teach those Littles to work. 

Now don’t feel bad for them- they worked super hard for approximately 8 minutes then went on vacation for – well- they are still on vacation. I get it, Littles, it’s hard work. I was over it in 5 minutes. Y’all rocked it. 

Disclaimer: this next shot ain’t pretty. Left these and they just sat there. They didn’t work unless we worked. Nothing magical here, move on. My water fell over. It was DET y’all. Some other things: 

We got rid of this: ohhhhh happy day. Dude left with this eyesore and my check for $350. I was happy and sad all at once. 

The only thing left behind was a terrible stench for a couple of hours because it poured rain for four days after. When the sun came back out we started working again. 

Apparently we aren’t the only ones making a home at Six Little Acres. 

This black widow is now just a memory (and yes, it’s a type of black widow, we Googled it). Anyway, Ninja Man squashed it with his glove. He’s cool like that. I magnified it for your viewing pleasure. 

In other news, my brother came to finish the stairs. He is a REAL carpenter, not pretend ones like we had before. The pretend ones left us high and dry with a huge mess that had to be rebuilt. If we ever see them again I hope it’s with a judge between us, one that raises one eyebrow and stares at them really hard. Yeah. TAKE THAT. 

Anyway, here’s my hero, brother Dave. After he rebuilt and put the (county required) granny bar on the steps, he and Ninja Man got some play time in. (By the way, that bar is required because someone’s drunk granny needed something to hang on to- not saying we don’t need it. I am, after all, a grandma and IF WE EVER FINISH THIS it will be 5 o’clock somewhere.

Anyway, the play date: 

Look closely for the drone. In the first image, it’s above the 2nd pup. In the next, it’s above the silver van. They had fun and marveled at the video of Six Little Acres. One day I’ll try to share one here so you can marvel too. 

It was a busy two weeks. We are looking forward to a burn pit night where we celebrate the end of county required work and the beginning of doing fun stuff for Six Little Acres at our leisure. That’s what we do in rural Georgia, celebrate by burning stuff. It’s a tradition, especially if you’ve sent your dumpster away. 

Thanks for stopping by, and please keep Baby Wren in your prayers. We are waiting on a 2nd opinion. See her story on Facebook at Hope For Wren. 

Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” God said it, we believe it. And we proclaim His glory in this precious child. 

Toodles,

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. 

Knock knock!

We have a door!

Well, actually two! I found the perfect door to slide between my studio and the small bathroom, and just down the road I found the second one, perfect for the living room wall that leads to my studio. BOTH were ridiculous bargains!

I’m now deciding what I should paint them with, or if I should paint or finish them at all. 

I know y’all wanna see them so….

The first one will be inside my crafting and sewing studio. It will slide open to a guest bath. Of course our guests will be welcome to use it, they just need to go through my studio. 

Works for us! 

I do plan to put a piece of frosted plastic “glass” in that big window. Real glass may not be practical when sliding the door from left to right. The frosted plastic glass will offer some privacy, but I will enjoy it tremendously as diffused light coming from a night light in the bathroom while I’m working in my studio. 

Lighting is a big part of the plan, by the way. I’m researching “all the things” so I can get the studio wired this week. It’s quite the task, having only had overhead lights before. 

SUGGESTION BOX IS OPEN! Please share any lighting knowledge you have in the comments below! Note: I have implants in my eyes due to early onset of cataracts back in my 40’s. Money spent on good lighting is a must. 

But back to the doors! Ok, so this is the front and will face my studio. 

All the hands that ever turned that door knob. I wish this door could tell me the stories! This is the back and will face the bathroom when closed, the wall when slid open. We are using sliding doors every where possible. And that little bell thing! Ninja Man is pretty sure he can fix it. That would be so stinkin’ cool! 

I brought it home in my car. And to the left is a cute table I had to have in order to live a normal life. (You can see it better in the first picture just behind the door). Y’all. It was barely $20. A great find! Now for the next door!

This big guy will also be a sliding door, placed in the living room, leading to the studio. 

This is the other side of it and will probably be the side that goes against the wall. The doorknobs will have to be removed on the back sides in order for the panels to slide back and forth (see my earlier post about the barn doors). By the way, those boxes falling out of my car are from a sweet friend – a great solution toward packing up my studio and sewing room! So, dear readers, I’m gonna ask you to weigh in on something….
What color shall I paint them? 

Should I leave them as is? 

I’m going with a coastal French nautical theme in the living room so driftwood may be nice. 

I almost wonder if I need to live with them a while before deciding! Either way, please comment below if you have paint / finish and or lighting ideas! 

Thank you for visiting! 

God bless!

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me.” Revelation 3:20

Kathy Bo