the hope house

For the next three weeks in Hope, we are housesitting an epic treehouse, perched on the side of a mountain, with several small rooms all on different levels (going anywhere, even to the bathroom, requires a staircase). It's one of my favorite houses ever and I'm so grateful we get to stay here. The owner, Eva, is a Swedish documentarian and an old family friend.

Living room:


My workstation:


Dan's workstation:


Can't go anywhere without seeing something that makes you smile, like this random blue door in the wall:


Love this little guy in the kitchen!


The bathtub is heaven:


Can't really see but it says "Major M. McManus" above the door. (Not, however, "MacManus.")


Upstairs deck, pizza and Peeb, awkward let's-eat smile:


Peppers purchased direct from the farm. (You just drive up, take a bag from a hanging hook, and drop a toonie in a box. It took us forever to find the farm, which I only remembered vaguely from childhood, but asking the old ladies who work at the museum for directions was half the fun.)


K. Time to get to work for real now.