Occasionally, I do write more than 2,200 characters (thanks for the limit, Instagram), and when I do, you will find those words here. I also love participating in Calling It Home’s One Room Challenge, which happens every spring and fall. You can find past rooms I’ve worked on here. Want some help with your own One Room Challenge? Let me know so that we can get planning for the next round!
I am the oldest of sixteen cousins on my mom’s side of the family. It’s a pretty big family by today’s standards but not uncommon in the south. It never seemed odd to me growing up that it was insanely loud at family gatherings and that our family filled every space to the brim. Great preparation for my life today, I guess.
Read MoreNo disrespect to Tammy Wynette, but I’m not sure that standing by your man is the hardest thing about being a woman. The hardest thing? Personal upkeep. The expectations of what a woman needs to do every day are out of control. And I’m not even talking about sweeping the floors, doing the shopping, making three squares, doing the laundry, helping with homework, and walking the dog. I’m talking about looking like a member of the human race.
Read MoreRemember a couple of months ago when my kitchen looked like this?
Read MoreThe Pinterest-verse does not need another take on pop tarts. I know this for a fact. However, what do you think I am going to do today? Yep, that’s right. I’m going to talk about making pop tarts.
Read MoreIf you follow me on Instagram, you may have already seen these gems. I am going to break my double share rule here because these are just too much.
Read MoreYou may not read this. I mean, how ridiculous is it to review a salad? Aren’t they all the same? Let me just say that you can take it from someone who doesn’t really like lettuce that all salads are not the same. Or you can take it from two teen boys who ate so much of this chicken salad with haricots verts last night that there was none left when their sisters came home from their respective activities. I should probably clarify that those two teen boys did not eat all of the chicken salad because they were ridiculously hungry and their wicked step-monster gave them only paltry lettuce. They ate the chicken salad because it was absolutely delicious.
Read MoreI love Paris. Love it. It's topped in my heart only by Rome. And the beach.
I don't love French food. Never have. Too rich. Too - dare I say it? - weird. I know, I know. Please, if you are reading from France, keep reading. I promise I will redeem myself. I'm just not a foodie. I love pancakes. I love a good cheeseburger. I'm simple about food, really. But thanks to a beautiful article in this month’s Bon Appétit, I was inspired to go French.
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