I have bought a lot of rugs since I became a momma. Why? Because a well-loved home is a lived-in home and we are hard on rugs. I’d like to blame the kids entirely for the short life span of rugs in our home but I’ve been known to track
I debated for awhile on doing this post for several reasons. I wasn’t sure if it would be appealing to our little community here, I didn’t want to sound like a commercial, and I didn’t want my post to come across as fake or insincere. When you’re writing, you worry
Maybe it’s the writer in me but I’ve always loved seeing inside other people’s homes. Even as a little kid, I’d peek around my friends’ moms, who’d answer the door with a dishtowel draped over their shoulder or have a younger child perched on their hip with one arm holding
This year has been…challenging. On New Year’s Eve, we sat around my grandma’s bedside. Just after Christmas, she fell asleep and woke only to say things that made no sense. She didn’t recognize Mom or me. She only knew Eli, who was six-months-old at the time and like a child,
Oh my, friends. I have gone and started way too many projects at once. During cold and flu season. Right before the holidays. With a one and four-year-old in the house! What was I thinking?! I wasn’t. I was all hopped up on Fixer Upper reruns I watched while I
This time last year, I was sitting on the floor nursing a fussy newborn, hot gluing strips of drop cloth to the bottom of Ikea dishtowels to make my own cafe curtains for the kitchen. I was on empty in every sense of the word; no time, no sleep, no