If you are like me, you take a lot of photos on your phone. But one day out of the blue, it that little handheld device starts to beep, buzz and yell…you are almost out of memory. Whomp. Whomp. This happens to me all the time. About once every couple weeks, I have to plug it into my computer and remove tons and tons of photos. I archive them knowing I may never see them again. Sad face. But there’s always a handful after each sync that I can’t bear to part with, which takes up more space on that phone. I just know that these little memories will be buried on my computer, and maybe I’ll run across them in a few months or a year.
Well you guys have made my heart go pitter patter. Yesterday’s post was not easy for me, and I sat there for a long time before I pressed publish. Thank you for your kindness. My inbox has been overflowing with sweet messages. It means the world to me that you read my story and just bringing her top of mind makes me smile. I know she’ll never be forgotten. So for that, I will be forever indebted to you. And how about that picture up there! That is me with some jazzy high waisted denim and suspenders…because apparently they weren’t high enough…along with my mom and sister standing in front of the It’s a Small World ride.
So I’ve known for a long time that I was going to write this post. In fact, I’ve tried to write it more than once and it ends up sitting in my drafts folder, and sooner or later it gets deleted or lost in the shuffle. Not because it is not important, but rather I’ve been trying to figure out how to share my story with you. After you read this, please don’t feel sorry for me. Ya, it was the suckiest event of my life, but I’ve also have some really awesome things happen as well. Because my sister died I became stronger. It’s made me appreciate life a whole lot more. It’s made me appreciate the people in my life. It’s made me act nicer towards others. It’s reminded me to stay in the moment because tomorrow it may be gone. This is my story.
My sister and I were just like normal sisters. Some days we hated each other and some days we loved each other. We grew up in a really small town in Wisconsin and went to parochial school. It was a very simple childhood. Even though she never wanted to follow in my footsteps, she kinda did. She went to the same college as I, and shortly after graduation she too moved to Chicago. This is about the time we became friends again. We didn’t care for each other much during high school.
She majored in drama and shortly after moving to the city, she and some college buddies started at theatre company. See, it was difficult for unknown actors in a big city. This company was to be a place where college grads from her alma mater could get their feet wet while figuring out the city’s theatre scene. I saw many a play where I wanted to stick hot pokers in my eyes…but there were a few cute ones in the bunch as well. Besides, I didn’t go because I loved theatre, I attended because it supported her. I remember driving her home after one particularly awful play in which she turned to me and said, “Ya, I didn’t expect you to like this one. I’ll have to agree, it was really awful.” I pretty much berated her all the way home and told her she owed me 2 hours of life back for what she just put me through. It was painful.
My dear friend Laura over at Avery Street Design and i have collaborated before. Well, we decided to do it again, but this time Grace from The Big Reveal and Summer from Simple Stylings joined in the fun! A while back, Laura wrote a post about *needing* to own a lake house because she had too many mugs…I said I’d move in as well since I had too many chairs (I like to save them).
Anyhoo, Laura was reminiscing about a small cottage in Lakeside, Ohio her family rented when she was young. Super cute with tons of potential, but I mean, it’s a lake house someone rents out…it’s going to look a tad bit worn for wear…a tad bit out of date. One day she looked it up on the good old internets and there it was, just as she remembered it and thought to herself, this place needs a makeover. See, Laura does this thing where she walks into a space, empties the room in her head and fills it back up with fabby decor.
She got this grandiose idea to redecorate her old lakeside cottage, but timing, kids, summer, life in general, it was just too much. This is where Grace, Summer and I enter the picture. Laura thought, wouldn’t it be fun to include a bit of House of Hipsters, Simple Stylings and The Big Reveal to this makeover? Yes! Yes it would Laura! Great idea! Suddenly, my mind started swimming with ideas.
So cruise on over to Avery Street to see how I chose to mix things up in the dining room and living room.
When we embarked on the adventure of refinishing our basement, I was pregnant with little maus. Being that my office was soon to become her nursery, I knew I had to move downstairs…which meant downsizing a bit. Being a graphic designer and a
hoarder collector of vintage loveliness, I needed a lot of storage space, but I also wanted a pretty sumthin’ sumthin’ to display such loveliness. Shelving was on my mind.