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 always want my kids. Some days I just don’t want to parent. I don’t want to have the responsibility of making heavy decisions. Sometimes I feel like I can’t possibly be in charge of these small people. ME?? Wasn’t it just yesterday I was trying to figure out which TrapperKeeper to put my Lisa… Continue reading You’re Not Screwing It Up
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
Monday I will send my kid off to spend the day in a colorful classroom with warm teachers and friendly children. What a death-trap. This is our first experience with kindergarten. I’m eating a lot of cookies and worrying about the size of his book bag and whether he’ll remember his lunch box. Will he… Continue reading Always Share Your Biscuits
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
I hope you have an elderly person in your life. A nice one, not a crotchety one; that’s just a mean person that got old. It also helps if he/she can hear. Because when he can’t, he tends to fill in the gaps with completely unrelated words and that’s how rumors get started. You: “Boy,… Continue reading Stay Away From The Perverts
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
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 