Each day, as I drive up to my house, I notice how 'unnoticable' it is. It looks like all the other houses on the street (and granted, I love how the row of red-brick semis makes me feel like I live in a leafy Boston suburb), but I can't help but wish it had a bit more presence. The shutters made a bit of a difference and at least I can tell which house is mine. Once the weather turns warmer, I'll be nagging HandyMan to paint the window trims and the front door. I also want to change the house numbers to something more modern.

On our honeymoon, HandyMan and I stayed at the Gran Hotel Domaine Bilbao. Its a stunning place and our room literally overlooked the Guggenheim. One of my favourite things about the hotel were the numbers and lettering found throughout.