Dining Room Hutch and Incorporating Kid Art into Home Decor
The daytime high temperature dropped to 71 degrees this weekend in greater Atlanta and it was like “okay, it’s chilly! Time to make soup!” I’m not even joking. Don’t worry, it’s back up into the 80s now. All joking aside, I’m ready for Fall! It’s the middle of September and I’m itching to start pumpkin-fying everything. Before I do, I thought I’d take some pictures of how my dining room hutch looks right now. I’ve shown you the dining room built-ins, which are on the wall to the right of the hutch. I’ve also shown you the opposite wall where I’ve kept things very neutral. This hutch backs up to our…
Fixing the Rattling Windows in the Back Door
I love old houses and the beautiful doors that often accompany them. However, there is a sound that just makes me shudder. It’s when the kids slam the door so hard that it rattles the windows in said door. They aren’t trying to slam the door and shake the entire house. It just happens during their haste to get outside. It’s actually quite shocking to me that one of those windows hasn’t broken yet. This is the door in question. See it back there? This door is used for 99.9% of our comings and goings. The other day, in one of those fits of productivity where you cram in more useful…
Good Luck Horseshoe
Update: Huge shout out to Knock Off Decor for featuring my horseshoe! Shocking news. I subscribe to a few magazines. While I love all things digital, I still savor turning the pages of an actual magazine or book. It’s a feeling that can’t be replaced. A couple of weeks ago I was flipping through the September 2015 issue of Better Homes and Gardens when I saw this: Gold horseshoe. COME TO MAMA! I can’t really tell if it’s mounted on that book or if it’s just Photoshopped to be the same color. No matter. I was stuck on the gold horseshoe. I just needed a horseshoe. Small hitch in the giddy-up. If…
Pine Cone Birdhouse Bookends
The other day while on a creative sojourn through Joann’s (I can sojourn now, as long as I’m back by 2:30 to meet the school bus), I decided I needed to jazz up the bookends on the shelves in our dining room. Spray painting them ‘champagne mist’ was no longer enough. Sometimes ideas and inspiration come to me in convoluted ways. I’m just thankful that this time I was in the paint-it-yourself-trinket aisle instead of the all-things-wedding aisle at the craft store. Through a few leaps of illogical logic and some creative mind-bendery, I decided I needed birdhouse bookends. I started with two of these very generic wood birdhouses (similar). I…
Labor Day
We’ve had a long 4-day weekend. We did some of this… But, I promise, the only one who passed out on the floor was this one. I’m going to soak up one more day off with our happy little family and be back to our regularly scheduled awesomeness on Wednesday. I’ve been doing some crafting and can’t wait to share it with you all! P.S. If you are interested in the kids’ Berg pedal cars, we got them on Amazon and LOVE them. P.S.S. The green blanket is the Chamois Stroller Blanket from Pottery Barn and it’s my go-to for baby presents. *affiliate links in this post* Share this:
Dear Teachers and Things That Make Me Happy: Part 3
This is one of those random posts with a little bit of this happy and a little bit of that happy. 1. Dear Teachers: You’re Not Fooling Me blog post Candice of Alamo City Moms Blog wrote a fantastic, worth-your-time post on really “seeing” your child’s teacher. Seeing the effort they put into their classroom, their lesson plans, educating your child. As she puts it, “we’re in this together” and it is so true. Photo source 2. Sarcasm Is Good For You, So Says Harvard Study Photo Source I knew it! In a nutshell, this study says when there is a baseline of trust between two people, decoding sarcastic remarks promotes…
Where’s Your Happy Place?
The Junk Whisperer has a “this is my happy place” sign on the outside of her potting shed. It does beg the question. Where is your happy place? Have you ever thought about it? I’m guessing a lot of people would say the beach or the mountains or the lake is their happy place. I used to think my happy place was standing outside the car for that 5 seconds of quiet after you buckle your screaming toddler in the car and shut their door. Of course, that 5 seconds and a few deep breaths does go by so quickly before you have to open your car door and get on with the…
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Skinny Jeans Embellished with Embroidery Thread
A couple of weeks ago I went to a large children’s consignment sale. I had a special pass to get into the sale the night before it opened to the general public. I arrived at the time indicated on my special pass and found a line snaked around the outside of the building to enter the sale. It was abundantly clear that I was a “consignment sale novice” because I was the only one in line without a huge laundry basket. The mamas jokingly laughed at my naivety then explained the baskets are to hold all of your loot. Some of them even had a pull-cord attached to their baskets in case…
