I’d like to start a series of highlighting some of my favorite things around my home. I hope that it might inspire you to see beauty in the old, to re-imagine what you already have or find, to motivate you to make your home more beautiful, and to show you how to do it rather inexpensively.
Me: So how’s your day going? You tired? Did you eat well here or no? The Fly: Humans have no idea just how filthy their houses are. I’ll be living out the rest of my life here, Lady. Your house is a paradise. Me: How come you aren’t in the kitchen with the other flies?
So, I walked into my room last night and looked at my bed and thought, What the heck? Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s always the same issue. My mornings look like this: I stare at my closet trying to figure out which type of a mood I’m in. I settle on something and put
I went to the thrift store this weekend. Oh oh. Because this place always manages to take a big slice of my paycheck, it’s a place I’ve been avoiding lately. My whole house is thrift shop modern vintage, and I don’t know if that’s an actual design style, but it’s what I’ve got. It’s what I represent. There’s a messiness
Why am I delving so deeply into the realm of feelings? Well, I have this roll top desk. It’s driving me nuts.
Imagine this scene. You’ve had a long day. You are late to work as usual and looking to score some coffee. You’re willing to risk the walk of shame to get it. Lauryn at the front desk will give you the eye; your supervisor will glance down at her watch, sending a surefire signal that she
I find that a lot of strife is caused by us not accepting that everyone has a unique personality. It isn’t always going to make sense to us, but it will make total sense to them. We can’t talk anyone into genuine change. Genuine change is an internal work. So it’s like this. I keep
Walking into a thrift store for me is like that first big moment on a rollercoaster when you’re climbing up to the top and your mind is trying to make sense of, get a grasp of, what is going to happen. You can’t see over the threshold, but you pull at strings of ideas anyway.
So, I’m trying to teach my kids how to be entrepreneurs. I want them to understand the benefits and the mindset needed to be independently successful. That being said, I had to teach my daughter to not be nice. Yes, it seems like a direct contradiction to the title of this blog, but here’s why
Sometimes I sit and think about how lucky I am to be a part of the last generation to use typewriters for real, not for nostalgic purposes. I was using a typewriter when the computer was getting introduced and all the families in my neighborhood were starting to get one. I was using a typewriter