Of all years, it’s more important than ever that we consider small businesses for our holiday gift purchases (or some retail therapy for yourself… no judgment!).
I think we could all use a spa day. Between canceled vacations, postponed weddings, remote learning, not leaving the house, and the general anxiety that comes from hundreds of thousands of people dying from a highly contagious virus… yeah, we could use a break. Given that spas aren’t exactly the safest places to be right now, I’d like to share an easy way to bring the spa home to you.
So you want to start a garden… but where do you start? This is something I get questions about every spring, but it’s especially relevant this year with us all stuck at home in quarantine. Here are five basics to get you going:
Finally, the home stretch. I heard that second trimester is the best, and for me that was true. Third trimester brought with it a lot of new aches and pains, but it also got us closer to meeting our baby. All-in-all, I think I had a relatively easy pregnancy....
With just a week or two to go before our baby boy arrives, I finally finished the nursery! (I intended to publish this post the day he decided to make his early appearance!) Most of the major pieces came together over the summer, but the finishing details took longer than I would’ve liked. But I’m giving myself a break because A) it’s done, and B) my physical stamina took a nosedive in third trimester.
After what I’d describe as an unpleasant first trimester of pregnancy (not horrible, but not fabulous), I am happy to report that I got a physical reprieve in my sunny second trimester. However, just as the physical symptoms got lighter, my emotional load got much heavier.
Soon after finding out that we're having a baby, my thoughts turned to decorating the nursery. As a lover of all things pink and floral, I had lots of ideas for a little girl's nursery, but we found out at 12 weeks that we're having a boy, and I decided to go in a...
Well here’s a little life update: we’re having a baby!
I had a realization about a year ago—that I’d never really been proud of my body. I’m not sure exactly what prompted this realization, but it was one that made me so sad. It made me sad for my tween and teenage self. For my early-twenties self. For my current self.
I recently admitted to myself that I have a problem… a grain problem. No, I’m not allergic to grains or cutting them out of my diet. I have a problem hoarding grains, pasta, and dried beans in my pantry!! After posting about it in my Instagram stories and getting lots of responses, I realized I’m not alone.
I’ve been mulling over the idea of blogging about my own space for years, but there was always one more project I wanted to complete or one more piece of furniture I wanted to buy before I felt like I was ready. Well, the time has finally come. And it only took us listing our condo for sale to make it happen, ha! Even though this is only our home for a few more days (eek!), please indulge me while I write a love letter to the first home we ever owned.