Phew! Man, the past week has flown by. Radio silence has ensued (sorry about that...it's not you, it's me), but I swear I'm not sitting on the sofa eating bon-bons watching Days Of Our Lives. (Is that show even on anymore? In college was addicted to it.) Anyhoo, I've been moving around furniture, styling vignettes, giving the UPS man hug[...]
Late last Spring I gave both my primary bedroom and guest room a major makeover. I was on design project overload, and oddly, it seemed like every other blogger on the planet was doing the same. What a strange coincidence. Everyone I knew was suddenly tearing their homes apart and documenting the process. Why are you guys stealing my thu[...]
Today I'm participating in the Cozy Little House's Fall Home Tour. Brenda asked me to join in a while back, but somehow I missed her email. I found it last week while cleaning out my inbox, responded immediately in hopes to be included, and was lucky enough to have her squeeze me in. Thank you Brenda! But after she accepted, I panicked[...]
It started out as one tiny air plant purchased at The Renegade Craft Fair. Just one. One that I knew I would probably kill. One that let out a tiny scream of fear when it saw me approach. One that I took home and forgot to water. One that I accidentally left overnight in a bowl of water. Subconsciously making up for the week prior. One t[...]
The awesomeness of the bar cart was first introduced to me years ago by the always fabulous Mrs. Lilien. Her boozy concoctions always resting on beautiful brass and glass. I longed to sit poolside with her highness, in Palm Springs, dressed in a bright flowy kaftan, sipping libations, garnished with a juicy chunk of pineapple and a[...]
While working on the bedroom makeover, I thought of a new description for beautiful rugs, floor flair. I declared it was the coolest new adjective ever. What is it you ask? Simply put, glamorous floor accessories that are so rad they might make you cry. Rugs, tile, paint, wood...if it makes you so incredibly happy that you ball like a ba[...]
Oh Emily. I'm so sorry. I do realize you are completely distraught with some people's irreverent taste in ghastly sofas, but I know you're really only masking your sadness because you peeked at my front room. Charlie Hendo has been gently wiping the tears streaming down your face and cooing oh so sweetly, "Don't cry momma." But tha[...]
So a long, long, LONG time ago, I photographed my front room and posted it to the blog. This is when I had about 5 visitors a day and you guys probably hadn't any idea of its existence. So this past weekend, I decided to rephotograph it (since it has changed a bit...does that surprise anyone? Nope. Not one bit.) and repost. Y'all know my[...]
This past weekend for me was really weird. The boy goes on a duck hunting adventure in Wisconsin every year. Normally that means he drives the kiddos up a day early, drops them at grandpa and grandma's house, and I follow Friday night after work. Well, this year was different. He kept saying to me, "Wow momma! You get 4 days off to yours[...]