Am I the only one always on the hunt for the best new podcast? They’re like movies for your ears. I particularly love podcasts that feature crimes/drama/disturbing stories, etc. Since I listen while driving, I usually get lost in each episode and wind up on the edge of my seat, pulling into my destination and not remembering the ride. Does that happen to anyone else or…
So whenever Podcasts come up in conversation, half the time I’ll hear “yeahhh I’m not really into Podcasts” and I’m like ??? how ??? You can listen to entertainment. I go back …
I think this is a concept we can all stand behind: Velvet instantly enhances a room.
In starting to do some manic internet browsing to find the perfect seating combo for our “lounge area” (aka family room), I realized something. Almost every single item I had saved to the wishlist was velvet. It might be one of my all-time favorite fabrics (something to do with growing up in leotards? IDK).
I want to take my sweet ass time designing the *perfect* lounge area – it’s currently a blank canvas since we haven’t done anything …
If you’re home, take a look around the room you’re in. What do you like about it? What don’t you like about it? Have you ever looked at your space and thought something was off, but you couldn’t figure out what was off about it?
For a few weeks, I’ve been eyeing up my living room thinking “something’s not right.” I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I just knew it wasn’t the look I wanted. In fact, nothing really looked like it belonged. But what could I do to change that?
AKA one big ol’ excuse to post wedding pictures.
I honestly can’t believe I’m writing this right now. It feels like just a few hours ago that we were searching for our venue and now here I am, uploading pictures from our wedding day.
I must have heard “the day goes by so fast so make sure you enjoy every second!” from a million past brides prior to our wedding. But shit, …
Once in a while, I’ll look into the abyss of a room in our home and think – “something needs to change.” Actually, I lied. I do it all the time. Angelo and I will be sitting down eating dinner and I’ll begin staring into the living room.
“What are you looking at??”
“Something’s not right”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you think I need to layer this cowhide rug with the ivory rug we have downstairs?”
“Have I told you about Feng Shui?”
There are a few methods I use to keep my “seemingly organized but actually messy” life together. My agenda, my bag organizer, my labeled makeup storage container, the plastic dividers separating my undergarments in my Ikea PAX closet drawers – you know the “everything has a place” deal.
Everything does have a place until *one* (literally one) thing falls out of place and somehow over the course of a day, you would never know it was organized to begin with. Like a small explosion occurred in that sacred place of seemingly put together stuff.
A perfect example …