It all started back in 2012 when I was tired of looking at this: AND this: The above is a kid's bathroom for two girls, ages 12 and 4 at the time (SOB). But it was ugly and I wanted a prettier bathroom for the girls and because of that, we… Continue reading Why I Can’t Have Nice Things- Bathroom Floors Edition
Britney Spears sure has the pulse on where my youngest is right now in her life. Surely not a little girl anymore, definitely not a woman. This reflects on her clothing style, as well as her room at home. She is feeling out who she wants to be and I kind of love that. It… Continue reading The “I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman” Room Makeover
In the spirit of winter homesteading or home tending, I have been nesting into our home this winter like no winter before. In fact, I haven't really nested in my home this much since my little birdies were much younger. I have to say that homeschooling Ella has made me appreciate our home more… Continue reading Big Blue Wall
I know this is going to come as a massive shock to most of you but since September, I have been educating our congregation's youth (or yutes) as a Sunday School teacher. I know, it's almost shocking to myself as well. To make you feel better, it's an every other week gig and the… Continue reading Stress Balls That Kids Can Make
I really need to write about half-assing your way through home improvement and/or life in general. I am really good at making my home look like I spent a lot of time tending to my decor etc.. when in fact, I am a bit of a fraud. I am not good at painting, restoring,… Continue reading The Lazy Person’s Guide to Refinishing a Table
So Rebecca and I decided for the sake of humankind that we should do a craft once a month. I've been transparent about self-care, about my foray into being Ma Ingalls, about me going to therapy and now you know another secret: I do monthly crafts so I don't stab anyone while waiting in… Continue reading Unsponsored Clothespin Wreath Post
I say "I" because in all reality, my dad did most of the building and I like to think we know each other well enough here that you would already realize that even before clicking on the link to this post. When Mike and I were driving home from dropping Anna off at college, I… Continue reading My Dad & “I” Built a Picket Fence
