Before Kev and I were engaged 9 years ago, I told him no fancy rings. Not that we had any money for fancy. One simple ring was more than sufficient. But one day, when we were older and more settled, I told him I wanted 4 (or more) blue rings. I was asking for a range. Stainless steel. Heavy grates. Fiery hot gas. I grew up in a home with electric bullseye burners eventually replaced by a glass top, but I knew from watching Ina and Martha, the blue flames were necessary. (See below for giveaway.) Read more
We moved in a month ago. I was certain our house would be in tip top shape by now. Turns out, it takes a bit of time to make a house a home. It also turns out that graphic design doesn’t necessarily translate into interior design. I’m studying Emily Henderson’s portfolio and luring Amanda Rydell over with scones and lemonade to help me decorate. While I become a faux interior decorator, I wanted to give you a sneak peek of the house and tell you about my favorite lighting company—Rejuvenation. You need to know about them if you don’t already. (Read on for giveaway details.) Read more
I’ve been alluding to it for awhile now. Talking about it like it’s not consuming every square inch of our brain (the little we have left after becoming parents). We’re building a house. I’ve just started calling it our home. A house is an object made from lots of materials. A home is a place where life is lived. We’re building a home. To get this experience, we feel extremely lucky, but it comes with exhaustion too. It’s rare that a day passes without me saying, “I’m never making another decision again.” I’m being overly dramatic, but we’ve made a lot of decisions in the last couple weeks. And no decision is made without a mood board over here. I wish you could see my desktop (actually I’m glad you can’t). I have 10,000 thumbnails of screenshots from revised boards. It’s silly and excessive, but we’re dreaming up a home that we plan to spend a lifetime in. So come on in, but don’t tell me what you think. If I have to change anything…..I can’t make another decision.
It’s a given. Moves never go as planned. You can count on it. Many moves later, and I still haven’t learned my lesson. Here we are, sitting in our new-to-us empty apartment two weeks post move, and I feel compelled to write this post on my slower than molasses, 7 year old, barely breathing laptop. If not for you, for me. Though, I’m never doing another major move again. Our belongings were scheduled to arrive Saturday at the very latest. It’s Monday, and now they’re telling us the truck will, knock on wood, arrive Thursday. Thankfully, the Twin Cities house the nicest people, and a few new friends lent us some goods to get by. Sure, we could go out and buy a couple things in the interim, but since we just purged, acquiring more stuff makes my insides ill. If we could turn back time, we would have mailed ourselves a kitchen care package as we had planned (per the recommendation of a friend). And here’s what we would have packed.