I stumbled upon these quilts through the blog Make It Do, a collection of craft ideas, easy home fixes and of course, quilting ideas. On Monday I interviewed for a position I really wanted. Monday night I went to happy hour with m, his brother and his friend and then cooked them dinner at home (taco pizza on pitas, easy peasy). Even though they'd all reassured me about my interview and told me I'd be great for the job, what made me most happy was to hear the guys compliment me on dinner and thank me for my hospitality. These quilts remind me of the delicate art of homemaking. I grew up in a home where convenience foods were the norm and my mom worked just as much if not more than my dad. I used to dream of a wearing fancy suits to a high powered job . . . but lately I've been dreaming of taking my kids on summery walks at dusk, cooking for twenty at weekend dinner parties and maintaining a home that is welcoming to all. It doesn't mean that I can't have both, the job and the homemaker lifestyle. . . it just means that I'm starting to understand the meaning of home and wanting to give that warmth to others. xo.
My internet was down today, so M and I went to his brother's house so that I could get my fix. While the boys watched trashy t.v. (I'm pretty sure that "tosh.0" is the male equivalent of my secret Grey's Anatomy obsession...) I put together this "room" of Ikea goods. xo.
On Sunday during church I decided that the solution to all of my problems (aka, lack of sleep, PMS & an intense diet coke and donut craving), would be to get this haircut, à la Karla of Karla's Closet. I've had this haircut many times over the last 8 years, since I took the first fateful chop at my then waist length hair . . . and for some reason yesterday seemed like the perfect day to take my shoulder length hair up a few inches. And now I'm filled with a little bit of haircut regret. It's a beautiful haircut and looks just swell, but it's no longer me. The last time I had this haircut I was in a bad relationship . . . and like items of clothing or the patronage of certain weekend hot spots, some things shouldn't survive past the relationship. Looking at myself in the mirror today I felt like I did when I was with my ex. My hair, perfectly straightened and hair-sprayed, looking much like it would were I a 40-year-old Realtor, suddenly felt like I used to: restricted. Being with my current boyfriend, M, is like stepping out of the shower and letting my naturally curly hair dry however it feels like drying. I'm free to be the real me, no questions asked. I don't want a daily reminded of my old ways and old relationships . . . but unfortunately hair isn't a t-shirt to change or a cafe to stop frequenting. Until it grows out I'll see it as a reminder of how far I've come. I'll know that from here on out I'm able to be whomever I want to be and that I have a boyfriend who is just as excited as I am to see who I become.
lately i've been completely obsessed with gray and green. normally i gravitate towards warmer tones for weddings, but there's something about this combination that i find so totally soothing and comforting. it doesn't hurt that they're m's favorite colors too. xoxo.
This gorgeous office wall is actually an easy DIY fix. The home owners simply created a grid pattern with cheap hardware store wood and finished it off with bright white molding. Inexpensive yet chic.
I would absolutely love to get my hands on a canvas this size. There's currently one on sale for $60 (down from $100) at Michael's but for some reason I'm always too intimidated to put down the cash. I think that when I move to a bigger apartment the scale of a canvas like this one won't be so overwhelming. xo.
i love this dresser to island makeover by Jenny of Little Green Notebook. i don't have space in my kitchen for an island (because let's face it, i barely have a kitchen in my studio apartment) but i wouldn't mind doing this treatment to my now all black trunk/coffee table. i love the way that a fresh coat of paint can harmonize previously mix matched pieces. this week my bf asked me to move in with him, and while i don't feel any rush i'm already working out how to combine our garage sale/rescued from the trash/IKEA pieces. . . xo