The painting party.

The very first time that I stepped into what would eventually become our forever home, I immediately began to dream about how I'd make this place our own. I knew right away that the bright salmon colors, the baby blues and the tacky wall quote clings would be the first things to go. I spent … Continue reading The painting party.


The depressive days of dust.

In the past few weeks, I believe that I have officially entered in to a new kind of “low” as I live in the midst of our construction war zone. Even though my sweet Kendall and I decided to bite the bullet and hire a sheet rocker to finish our upstairs walls and we see … Continue reading The depressive days of dust.