It's quite the honor to be part of the Better Homes & Gardens Style Maker event. Last year I was invited but it was a bust...if you saw my Instagram Stories, you know that I became deathly ill the night before with the flu, stuck in my hotel room. Cooper and Zoe got it before I left, and at 2 AM, the day of Style Maker, I became the n[...]
It's easy to forget that you may know a lot about my home but maybe not a lot about me. So I thought I'd pop in and list out a few things about me! I love shopping for makeup. Self-proclaimed product whore right here. If it moisturizes, prevents wrinkles, lengthens lashes, or smells amazing, I’m all in. The girly girl comes out i[...]
Have you ever defriended someone on social media? I've done it many times on Instagram. That platform for me is work, and I need to stay focused. So if you're a friend reading this, you now know why I don't follow that portion of your digital life. Momma don't have time for rabbit holes. Unfollowing, for me, on Instagram isn't that big[...]
People ask time and time again to describe my style. Gaahhhhhhh, really? I have absolutely no idea where to begin. I mean when I see it I know it? Does that count? A little old. A little new. A little quirky. Sometimes pink. All things French. They look at me with a blank stare. Sorry, I got nothin' else for ya. Fast forward to a f[...]
While scrolling through Instagram today, I happened upon the Explore page and one video, in particular, caught my eye. It was a woman standing on top of a high dive…afraid to jump. It was posted by Will Smith, and he’s giving one of those uplifting do-gooder speeches that I usually watch with rolling eyes and skip. For some reason tod[...]
The dreaded mammogram — before I had one, I pretty much grouped that appointment in with getting my teeth drilled. Word on the street was, they are painful and you have a machine squeeze your boobs flat into pancakes. I'm assuming you men would put it right up there with a prostate exam. After having my second child, I asked my O[...]
If you've ever lost your job, then you know it's a flat-out traumatic experience. This was my third... no fourth time in the world of layoffs. And no, it's not because I am a sh*tty employee. I rarely called in sick, if ever and never ever missed a deadline. So why all the layoffs? Oh, how I wish I knew. Maybe it's the state of the econom[...]
Monday morning I woke up to The Boy sending me a CNN report about yet another mass shooting. Key words there…yet another. I try not to get political here. There’s no talk about Trump or Hillary. No North Korea. No hurricane talk. The biggest problems we have at HOH are mixing patterns and too many chairs and not enough rooms. This pos[...]
Lately, I've been reflecting back on my younger years. Teenage years as a rebel girl. College years as a snotty know it all sorority, cheerleader girl. In my 20s when I thought I could see my clear path in life. Now I laugh, shake my head and think if I only I could see into the future. Nothing is really what I thought it would be, yet it[...]