The View from Where I Sit, Part 2.

As I look out at our very large, very overgrown backyard, I can’t help but think,

“Man. I’m really glad Dennis will take care of most of this.” Ha.

(No, but really.)

Let’s back up a bit. So in February this happened:



Then not too long after, this happened:


And the past few months have been a flurry of house buying, engagement pictures, house selling, contractors, wedding planning, Home Depot, MORE contractors, MORE HOME DEPOT.

By the end of 2015, I will have changed my marital status, my last name, my address, and perhaps most importantly, finally become an Amazon Prime member.

Not going to lie, I worry a little bit that this year is filled with so much good stuff that future years are bound to be a disappointment. But deep down I know that’s not possibly true. There is still so much to discover and learn about life. And I’m looking forward to having some one else to explore all of that with.

And from where I sit today?


This is the actual view from our bedroom. It’s a real problem because all I want to do is sit here all day and drink coffee and write.

Everything’s looking pretty lovely.

The View from Where I Sit, Part 1.


The view from where I sit is, well, a little desolate. A shell.

I’m sitting on the floor of my little Blue Cottage. Empty, except for the curtains that I designed and created with my mom. Looking at the walls I spent hours painting, the kitchen cabinets I refinished. The vision I had for my first little house as a 27-year-old.

And I’m about to hand it all off to another young woman who, I’m sure, has her own visions and dreams of what life here will be like.

It’s funny how quickly things can seem to change.

I mean, don’t get me wrong. Change is exactly what I was hoping for. I had been praying and planning that my time here would be temporary. That sometime in the near future I would get to move up to a bigger, more permanent house (check) with a husband (almost check) and some chubby babies (let’s not move that fast…)

It’s just that it’s exactly as hard as everyone always tells you it’s going to be. Shocking. Giving up your individual identity. Compromising your space, and style, and routine for someone else. Giving up “my” things for “our” things.

It’s a strange, difficult feeling. Right? Or am I alone in this? The feeling that everything that you’ve been wanting is finally coming together, but that life is moving just steam-rolling along and taking you with it?

If you’re confused it’s because a whole year of my life has passed and I haven’t been writing. It’s been HUGE. 2015, the year of turning 30, has not been a disappointment. More details in Part 2!

365 Days of Blue Cottage.

Nothing jolts you into adulthood faster than signing your name on a loan worth more than all of your other possessions…combined.  Yet, here I am, one year in to ownership of this little gem:

The teeny-tiny little Blue Cottage, perfectly sized for myself and the two fur balls. It’s been incredible to actually call somewhere “home.” To have a space that I can host friends. To have some sense of permanence and establishment (two things I’ve been craving since college.)

One of my favorite benefits is being able to work on projects around the house anytime I want. You’d be surprised how much trouble a little lady armed with a power drill can get into. This year I tackled some pretty big interior projects, including:

Painting the main room and drapes that my momma made.


THE KITCHEN. Holy cow. In one week. Never again.

And my bedroom. This was a much easier job. Just a little paint and more drapes from mom!

And of course I have more ideas I want to do, including finally finishing (or starting…) the office/spare bedroom and updating the bathroom. New year, new projects!

Like any new phase of life, there are a million lessons to learn. I thought I’d take a little look back at some of the big ones from the past 365 days…

There is always something to work on. Everybody told me this. And though I didn’t doubt it, I didn’t actually grasp the concept. But there really is always something else to work on. Always. My list never ends. Money, however, does.

The beauty is in the imperfections. My house is roughly 60 years old and it still has all the original woodwork and TONS of closets with original wood doors. While they’re showing their age; scratches, dents and discoloration, I can’t bring myself to paint them or replace them. There’s part of me that feels like I would be betraying the house and its history by changing something so unique to its character.

Patience. I have none. Moving on…

It is actually possible to have zero trees in your yard and yet have more leaves to rake than your neighbors. The science behind this still boggles my mind.

There is no greater feeling than welcoming friends into your home. Making dinner. Having coffee. Sitting outside on late, summer evenings. When I bought I house, I wanted a space that I could share with other people. And that’s just what I got.

Here’s to the next year…happy housing, friends!

My Spontaneous Bedroom Update.

Once upon a time…about eight months ago…I bought a little house. And at first, I was an uber nester. Painting, decorating, organizing, you name it. And then…life got back to normal and got busy. And my settling in sort of came to a halt. And I continued to spend my nights sleeping in the peach bedroom with leftover curtains from the previous owners. Not terrible, just not…me.

This is where Thanksgiving vacation saves the day! I took the whole week off work and decided that before I traveled to visit my mom, I would complete my much-anticipated bedroom project. And 24 hours later, it was done! I purposely told everyone I talked to that I was going to paint my room, that way I knew I had no choice (major key to persuasion…if you claim something publicly, you are far more likely to stick with it whether you want to or not!) I had been collecting wall art and my mom was finishing my drapes, so I knew that painting was the key to get everything moving.

I don’t really have a good before picture but use your imagination: Peach walls and mismatched brown curtains.

I still have a few more pieces to add; a new hamper and some final wall pieces, but overall I LOVE how it came out! It’s incredible how great a little white paint can feel.

I already had my bedding from my apartment, so everything was designed off of that. A great buy from Target!

Drapes that my awesome momma made…after months (and months) of searching for curtains, I finally found this green and white striped fabric. These are incredible, they’re my favorite part!

I’m still trying to decide how to finish this wall over the dresser…any suggestions?

Close-up of the collage over my bed. I made some of the pictures by framing random fabrics. I bought the prints, both are Proverbs 31 verses, from Rachel Jasper Design and Amen Designs on Etsy. And my sweet friend Shannon made me the framed picture with my name (she’s made them for all of us through the years.)

My DIY project! My $1 picture frame from a garage sale this summer turned necklace holder.

What have you been working on lately? Anything fun?