I have a friend who would rather drink cheap wine, walk through an abandoned house at midnight, and step on a rusty nail (which he did, in high school, but that’s another story) than wear or own anything marked by a monogram. “Well, that’s just downright silly.” You might say. “How will he know which… Continue reading Are Those Your Turkeys?
Dear Pottery Barn, Heeeey, guys. I am just loving the new indigo catalog. I look great in blue and can’t wait to nestle myself in a mound of your textiles piled high on my rustic yet modern yet traditional PB bed. I’ll drown myself in a sea of decorative pillows. CAN’T. WAIT. One thing: where… Continue reading Rugs Woven By Raccoons
I’m almost 34. I’m in the middle of two young boys, a husband, my mom, and two dogs. I read things, hear things, watch commercials that say I’m supposed to have a passion, a life-dream, something that sets my soul on fire and so on. And then I’m supposed to pursue that dream and make… Continue reading No Broken Hearts
YAWN. Oh, you know. No big deal. We just ate at Chef & the Farmer (www.vivianhoward.com) last night. Chef Vivian Howard. Stellar PBS show A Chef’s Life. GAH. Still swooning over the experience. Did I mention VH’s parents sat next to us? I’m not a “foodie.” I don’t know about food. I just eat it… Continue reading Tom Thumb
Before there was a Charlotte location, I didn’t know anything about IKEA outside of the store’s Swedish roots. Because I lean toward a more traditional aesthetic, I didn’t bother to pay attention to IKEA. Mid-century modern is for people who don’t like to sit in comfortable chairs! Finally, some friends of mine punched me in… Continue reading My Patronus Is An IKEA KALLAX Shelving Unit
Asking my children to clean up toys, put on shoes, brush teeth, etc., is like herding slugs. Look. I get it. They’re small. They don’t have control over much in their lives. They are distracted easily by bright colors and their brains come up with random questions like, “Why do we have hair? Why did… Continue reading Herding Slugs
It’s been a day full of piano lessons, grocery stores, pool time, a husband out-of-town, and now piles of wet towels by the back door. Not every moment is easy, but I have a good life, a great life. I recently realized that I need to calm the eff down. My shoulders are up to… Continue reading Ease up, Girl
I have a burning heating pad on my stomach for reasons I don’t feel like explaining to my sons. It’s the only relief I’ve had all day. My kids are arguing about the TV. There’s some pushing, yelling. There may be swords involved. Was I seriously expecting them to work it out? I call them… Continue reading Get Off Me
My mother lives with us. My mother lives with US. My MOTHER lives with us. The emphasis is true either way. She puts up with our crazy, our loud, our early, our cries, our pouts, our forget-to-knocks, our short-tempers, our long days, our packed schedules, our don’t-have-time-to-talks, our interruptions, our brisk attitudes. My kids call… Continue reading You’re Going To Break Your Neck
to have and to home 