Sadly, this mail slot won't quite work for our house as our front door is made almost entirely from glass. You better believe that I considered every possible position for it, though, including and not limited to putting a hole in our wall. Then I woke up from ebay dementia and decided that a door knocker on the wall might be... unnecessary.
Someone, SOMEONE, needs to bid on it. Go to ebay! Give them your money!
Things are a little chilly over here in the country's "mid-section". Our power kicked the bucket on Sunday afternoon and, from the look of the treepocalypse on our street, it may not come back for another week. As much as I appreciate AM radio, if we don't get plugged into a power source soon, I'm going to start actually listening to Michael Savage for enjoyment. For the duration of the power outage, Chris and I have headed south to become wandering gypsies. If you're interested in housing a couple of refugees from North Tulsa, please email me, as our parents are probably getting pretty sick of us. Power is not necessary, proper insulation is required.
Urban Tulsa Building- Downtown Tulsa, Dec. 10th
Urban Tulsa Building- Downtown Tulsa, Dec. 10th
Under there, somewhere, is our street.
We stopped into Home Depot around 8am to buy some windshield wiper fluid. We were hoping they would open a separate line for those of us NOT buying generators or chainsaws... no such luck.
My brother Sean came down to Tulsa for Thanksgiving and so I enlisted him in the hanging of our Christmas lights. Of course, it was after he and Chris defied death climbing on the roof that we discovered we hadn't bought hooks to hang lights on the gutters. Whoops. Taking advantage of their position, we decided that it would be an opportune time to remove the large metal awnings from the second floor windows.
So what do you think? With the awnings gone, our house definitely looks less squinty and it really shows off the houses original window panes.
We're doing our best to make the house look friendlier from the street. When we moved in, there was a wall of ivy on the side of the porch and metal bars on all the first floor windows. Even though there are still bars on the front door, hopefully it looks a little less like the people who live here are 80 year old shut-ins afraid of the light.
The story goes that the older gentleman who lived here during the '80s used to leave the house once a year, walk to the front of the yard and shoot his handgun into the air to see which of his neighbors were still around. As far as I can tell, the neighborhood has really improved since then.
While Sean was on the roof it was also an opportune time to take pictures for the sole purpose of making my mom nervous. Yes, that is a pirouette and yes, it did make my mom nervous. Mission accomplished. Sorry mom.
