Four months.

Four months. It has been four months since I have had Internet.

Yeah. I know.

But I can explain.

See, in a fit of wonderful, liberating insanity, my fiancé and I decided to move to the country... And not just to the country, but to a 160 year old farm house. No big deal, right? Months of scrubbing have made the place livable, and though we both would have loved to retain original character, the decision was taken from us by previous owners who have updated the place over the last century - at least until the mid or late eighties, when all efforts apparently died.

Which, if you recal, was quite literally the dark ages of interior design.

Last night, after four months of wrangling, begging, crying and staring blankly at nothing, we finally, FINALLY got hooked up thanks to a great friend of ours. The internets are MINE!

The first thing I did was hop on DA, naturally! I love you all! A landslide of raves, watches and comments met me, which I appreciate so much! I solemnly swear I have more fun things to share with you, AND NOW I CAN! (Cue maniacal laughter...).

Thanks for hanging in there!