Sexy Legs.

I realize it would be somewhat obnoxious to make an entire post about your own sexy legs. You'd be thinking, seriously where does this chick get off? Thus I am not doing a post about my own sexy legs (in reality, I'm not the biggest fan of my legs), but rather a post about the legs on this chair.

Hubba, hubba.

I picked up this little number at Value Village for $14.99. I am in love. While I was eying it up, and considering, and sitting, and smelling (gross I know, but I've been burned by a smoky couch), another woman did the walk by. And she was eying me up! Waiting to see if I was going to snag it. In the end I did, and I'm quite pleased. It reminds me of those old school wicker rocking chairs, but even hipper, if that's possible.

The arms need a bit of loving, as they are pretty dinged up, but I figure it would be an easy job. Paint them black or stain them? Unsure at this point. Its funny how this whole "distressing" and aging" furniture thing is so in right now, but actual wear and tear generally doesn't qualify. Oh you DIY divas, how you confuse me.But before I attempt any staining, or painting project, our backyard will have to stop looking like this...

I mean really? Is this amount of snow even necessary? Although I am quite fond of my yellow birdhouse's snow toque...

We have some fairly serious snow overhang, icicle-ness going on around these parts.

While icicles are cool, and I have fond memories as a child chewing on them (although I'm not sure I'd ever attempt eating them in our refinery town), the huge shift in temperature has not only turned the roads into slushfest, but also made our bedroom window leak. Not cool. It looks like the previous owners had additional insulation blown into the ceiling, yet someone failed to make sure that there was still adequate ventilation.

Apparently there isn't because all the condensation in our attic has nowhere to go. Not good. So we have the condo board looking into it, but our window was an extra bonus (we started noticing it in Gabe's room). Early Sunday morning I woke up to my husband reverting to his carpenter-like ways and exclaiming a rather foul word. This was in response to the drip, drip, drip taking place on our window sill. In a 5:00am stupor we both staggered around getting towels in all the right places.

Oy, the joys of home ownership. Although we did decide in this instance, it may be advantageous to be in a condo, as someone else will be paying for the repairs. Seriously, life is never dull around here!