This is one of those ideas that has me feeling equal parts brilliant and idiotic. Let me back it up a minute… G, Kate and I just moved into our dream house and we thought it’d be fun to host a housewarming party this weekend. (That’s not the “idiotic” point I’m trying to make, but it’s
We interrupt the ongoing saga of the construction of our dream home and our new favorite game of “how many boxes did I hurdle today?” to talk handmade holiday gifts. One of the few things* I made sure to never lose track of throughout these past six months as we packed up our old house
We moved in! I say “we moved in!” versus “we’re all moved in!” because while technically all of our things are out of storage and within the parameters of the shingles and siding you see below, the reality is I just had to climb over fifty-eleven-hundred boxes to reach my desk and laptop. In fact, as I write this
Last winter— Sidebar: Anytime I start a sentence with “last [timeframe]” it reminds me of my younger sister Brittny who always used to start every story with “Last morning…” when she was little. It didn’t matter if she was talking about something that happened a month ago, a year ago, or fifteen minutes ago, she always
They call it “moody florals” and it’s one of the current fashion trends for fall. Basically, it’s taking those frilly spring floral patterns and darkening them up. Putting those perky petals through a little teenage angst and having them come out all moody and broody. Less Lilly Pulitzer, more Rose McGowan. (I say this like I’ve been keeping up with
You guys! We are moving into our house in ONE WEEK!! If there’s ever been a time for all caps, THIS. IS. IT. Our house is 95% finished, and I’m all the way in love. Even though we haven’t moved in yet, it’s obvious we’re in a committed relationship, so I’m finding myself treating it like a new
I was going through the fifty-eleven-hundred* photos I have of new windows in our house, and window-themed clichés wouldn’t get out of my head – most notably the whole “eyes are the windows to the soul” one, only my brain kept twisting it up into “windows are the eyes of the soul.” Which doesn’t make
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