So today is kind of a historic slash epic slash one-of-a-kind slash ain’t never gonna happen again so you better read this kinda blog post. I’m normally the anti-Valentine’s Day gal, but when the fabulous Claire Brody asked if I’d like to have The Boy take part in a little Q&A Valentine’s Day fun, I was all in…errrr, I mean, The Boy was all in. At least I hoped he was. Technically I hadn’t asked him when I committed to a yes.
Although The Boy is super supportive of my bloggery ways, he really doesn’t like to participate in HOH much…unless he’s hanging something, fixing something, being dragged to a flea market or vintage store, or whipping out a credit card for me…even then I don’t think he “likes” it all that much. And he’s definitely totally okay with being behind the scenes. That is until today. Before I hand over my precious, I’m going to give you all fair warning. The Boy has a potty mouth. If you can’t handle a cuss word here and there, please close your browser now. If you like reading silliness and dry humor narrated by a curmudgeon with the mouth of a sailor, read on folks and enjoy.
Woah! Dude! Where on Earth have you been? Are you alive? Are you still blogging? WTH? Well, shizzz just got real you guys! House Of Hipsters is moving…like we are packing everything up in boxes and gettin’ along little doggies, we’re outta here. What am I talking about? Confused? Here’s the deets.
Last summer, The Boy sent me a listing for an over the top Mid Century Modern home, in our price range, in a sweet area. The house was, hmmm…how do I say this? Not good. In fact, I think my exact words were, “This place is MCM overload.” Apparently there was something as too much MCM. The kiddos were napping so I poked around a bit more. Low and behold, I hit the motherload! The house I knew had to be mine. Open concept, Mid Century Modern, glass panels for rails on the stairs, totally impractical and scream, “money pit”. Yup, I had to have it.
If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to be married to a blogger or Instagrammer, here is a little ditty that you need to watch. Instagram Husband summed it up perfectly in this totally hilarious video. If you or someone your know is an Instagram Husband, please share this link with him to help him know he’s not alone. “Behind every cute girl on Instagram is a guy like me, and a brick wall.” Give him a hug. A kiss on the cheek. Instagram husbands, you are appreciated! Just don’t drink the coffee prior to Instagramming and always be prepared for a good shoefie. And with that, I’m just going to leave this right here. Enjoy!
I used to do this thing where I asked 5 Random Questions. I answered them first in the post and you answered them in the comment section below. It was a great way to get to know other readers and for me to get to know you. The last time we played this little game was waaaaay back in February. This of course isn’t mandatory participation, but man, it would sure be cool if you did. And if you’ve played this game with me before, you can totally play it again…it’s a brand new set of 5 Questions.
What does your perfect day look like?
If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?
What do you have a fear of?
If money were no object, what would you do all day?
What are your favorite blogs to read…besides House Of Hipsters…tee-hee.
My morning coffee ritual was way different BC…that’s “before children” in mommy talk. These days it’s a 5am wake up call and a mad rush to get myself, The Boy and 2 kiddos out the door. A whirlwind of miniature socks and mascara. I’m usually holding a hairdryer in one hand and wiping a tiny hand with the other. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love my life, but enjoying a quiet moment alone is sometimes cherished.