December 4, 2022.Reading time 7 minutes.
I love the asymmetrical garlands I’ve been seeing in catalogues, but I didn’t want to pay the high price tag for them. Luckily, thanks to the wreath making workshop I go to every year, I knew how to do it on the cheap.
November 28, 2022.Reading time 9 minutes.
The moment we walked over the threshold of what would become our home, I had a dueling sense of disappointment and a strange feeling of familiarity, like I had been here before.
December 6, 2021.Reading time 8 minutes.
Year after year, we all start out by griping “I don’t know what I’m doing.” But within an hour, the group of about 30 or 40 people come out with gorgeous creations, no two the same. This creativity is just part of the hook. Once you put a fresh, fragrant work of art on your front door or over your fireplace, you will never go faux again.
February 25, 2021.Reading time 8 minutes.
As we turned into our driveway, we could see a huge cardboard box that had been delivered on our doorstep. The words: “Who gives a Crap” was clearly visible in big black letters on the side. “It’s here!” I said enthusiastically as my husband looked horrified. I’m sure the box was on the porch for […]
January 17, 2021.Reading time 7 minutes.
This time last year our house was just a house. It was more like a hotel, actually…. a really crappy one where no one came in and made the bed when I was gone and the only chocolate on my pillow was smeared there by my children. It was a place where we kept our […]
February 4, 2018.Reading time 9 minutes.
There’s a pride in doing something on your own. No one will argue that. And if you follow this blog, you know I’m an extreme DIY-er. But the less endearing term for that condition is “control freak.” No organic arugula at Costco? No problem, I’ll grow it. That beaded chandelier is $1,500?!?! I just ordered […]
July 13, 2017.Reading time 11 minutes.
I was in the middle of either my third or fourth round of laundry. I lost count. Laundry is a gaping abyss. With a freshly folded pile of toddler clothes in hand, I walked into my daughter’s room to put her clothes in her drawer and – like I always do in the summer – […]