I’ve been thinking about taking my wedding dress out of the preservation box to get photos of Ada, our four-year-old. Eli, our rough-and-tumble toddler, helped me along in the process by sticking his foot through the plastic window as Ada was admiring the dress on the other side. It occurred
Every morning at 9 AM, a girl walks by our house. I say girl but she is probably more appropriately described as a woman. I guess I say girl because I still feel like a girl. I still feel 15. Maybe 5? Anyway, I imagine this girl-woman is laid back
At our house, I believe the walls are sacred. I love wall art that means something to us, whether it is photos framed beautifully in reclaimed wood frames or handwritten recipes. This easy canvas wall art preserves your (or your loved one’s) handwriting in an artful way. I love the
To tell you the truth, I stumbled into blogging. I was a magazine writer and a weekend do-it-yourselfer and a negative pregnancy test hider. Around the time we started seeing an infertility specialist, Travis suggested I combine my love of writing with my love of tinkering. So instead of having
Sometimes when I’m watching home improvement shows, I get a little discouraged because the “before” houses all have really great bones. They’re usually older homes in established neighborhoods rather than the typical suburban home with oak kitchen cabinets, beige walls and fiberglass shower stalls. Don’t get me wrong, I love
Tuesdays are one of my busiest days. It’s the day I finish any projects I’m working on for Everything But the House, where I post weekly about repurposing and decorating with estate sale finds. I am usually running around with my hair in a messy top knot while Eli clings