He is a firm believer in the clean plate club. The clean floor club, though, not a card holding member.
So… sorry for the radio silence last week. The three of us snuck away for a trip to the homeland. Pure Michigan. And while it was crazy, busy, go, go, go the whole time (poor Harry met about 75 people, cut a tooth, and slept in a different place pretty much every time he napped) it was so wonderful.
Summertime in Michigan is fantastic (and if we’re being honest, so are Fall and Winter. Spring can sometimes leave a little something to be desired). We had a blast running around with fireworks and Chinese Lanterns, relaxing by the bonfire watching fireflies, boating on the lake, and eating some really great food.
Every time we go back it gets harder and harder to leave. My siblings are all getting older and are pretty cool now, our little family is growing and it’s so much fun to see Harry around the extended family, the weather is completely 100% better… We miss Michigan so much that we even Zillow-ed houses there. Not that we even have the option to move back for another 9 years, but it’s fun to dream, right?
It’s funny how badly we all just wanted to get out. Move away. Spread our wings. And now, I wouldn’t do anything to get back, but I’d do a lot. It’s one of my favorite places in the world… you’ve got Lake Michigan with it’s gorgeous sunsets, Metro Detroit with any shopping, food, entertainment you could ask for, Northern Michigan with some awesome outdoorsy activities, Mackinac Island with it’s bikes… and not to mention our nearest and dearest spread all around the state. We miss it.
I hope you all enjoyed your holiday last week (we even enjoyed our first date night without Harry on our anniversary). I’ll be popping in this week a few highlights from our trip. But in the meantime, I’ll be sitting in the air conditioning dreaming about the gorgeous old farmhouse we found online. A girl can dream right?
PS that cute farmhouse up there isn’t for sale. It’s where I spent some pretty great years growing up.
When I was shooting Harry’s room the other day, my little guy was hanging out up there with me. He was splayed out in the middle of the floor playing happily with a few toys the whole time (believe it or not!) but before I finished up, I decided to grab a few shots of the main dude in his crib. I could not have asked for a better one than this, blurred hand and all:
Man, I love that cheeseball.
Welcome to Harry’s room. It’s where he spends his naps and where we play and read. It’s not quite finished, but I’ve had a few requests to share it, and so here is the 80% finished room (and really, when is any room “finished?” In our house every room is in some state of constant change). But I love it.
I’m making Harry’s mobile. It’s not too difficult, in fact, maybe I’ll post a little DIY on the blog. The issue is that I have run out of materials and I don’t feel like going to Michaels to get more. Maybe I’ll just ask my best friend Amazon to send me some.
Two things. Please don’t pay attention to the styling of those shelves. I plopped some books up there before Harry was born and have added a few extra things, but they are in NO WAY styled. I’m making a great set of Brown Bear book ends and I really want to pick out a few books for up there. And if you look close enough (please don’t) you’ll see those picture frames have photos of Jon + I in them. Need to switch those out.
BUT, please do look at that gorgeous dresser. It’s metal. You heard me, metal. Bless my sweet husband who got an email with a Craigslist ad from his 20 week pregnant wife exclaiming she had “Found the dresser!” It was purple and white with rust and peace sign stickers on it. And I was pregnant, which meant all the sanding and painting had to be done by Jonathan. He’s a keeper.
This little treasure chest was the very first thing we bought for Harry’s room. Before we even know he was a Harry. I found it at a flea market and clutched it to my chest as I walked through the rest of the market. They offered to hang on to it behind the counter for me, but I loved it too much. I was afraid someone else would buy it right out from under me. I can’t wait for Harry to start storing his treasures in it.
Here you see Fred the Fox, Harry’s favorite. He sucks and chews on poor Fred’s ears and just loves him to pieces. I’d like to thank Fred for allowing me to shower.
Crib: Ikea | Rug: Safavieh | Dresser: Vintage | Curtains: Handmade with Ikea Fabric | Chair: Ikea | Footstool: Target | Treasure Chest: Vintage | Bookshelf: We’ve had for years, but repainted + added the back | Shelves about Dresser: DIY | Blanket: twenty-fifth and grant | Ship Drawing: My dad | Moby Dick Art: Gift | Lamp: Lowes | Fox stuffed toy: JellyCat | Stuffed Bear: Gift | Stuffed Striped Fish: Gift | Shoes: Hand me downs | Stacking Toy: Ikea
Though you wouldn’t be able to tell by walking through my thoroughly unfinished home, I love design. I love to put together a home in a way that is special to US. To collect pieces over time that all work together to create a space that is cohesive, full of character, and mine. I’m not a fan of going to the store and picking out a collection. Instead, I hunt flea markets and thrift stores, curb shop unashamedly, and supplement with furniture from the big stores I just can’t live without.
So when it came to the nursery, I was ready. I had been dreaming about decorating my kids rooms for years – and it was finally time to put it all in place. So I started collecting. A trunk from the flea market. An original drawing from my dad. A cowhide rug (yes, a cowhide freaking rug). A simple white crib from Ikea. It’s slowly, but surely coming together and it’s quickly becoming my favorite room in the house.
I’m not planning on showing any sneak peaks until it’s all finished (unless you follow me on instagram…) so you won’t be seeing the finished project for a few more weeks. I still have things to make, curtains to hang, storage to create, and a whole lot of character to add, but I’m hoping to have it (semi) finished by Christmas. I’m not that mean though. Today I’m sharing the (terrible quality, seriously guys, buy me Photoshop) inspiration board. And a lot of these actual pieces ended up in the room. So consider this your one and only preview.
Oh goodness, I am seriously embarrassed at the quality of that. Please don’t judge me.
I’ll be honest, today I just don’t feel like writing up a thankful post. I’m plenty thankful, I just don’t feel like writing about it.
But I’m sticking to it. I have four more days of thanks (and a lifetime more… just not on the blog). So today, I am thankful for solitude. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I crave being alone (or alone with my hubby). I love my friends and family and I honestly adore spending time with them all. But sometimes, I just need to be on my own. In a nice quiet spot. With my own thoughts and feelings. And honestly, the only person I am okay with bursting into that solitude bubble is Jonathan. And the Babe is worming his way in too.
I’m an introvert by nature, and I enjoy the quiet. Solitude is heaven sometimes.
There are days when it is the bane of my existence, the distraction I really don’t need, something that just doesn’t live up to my hopes, but today I am thankful for the internet. It makes keeping in touch with people all over the world as easy as logging into your email (or Facebook). It is full of inspiration (or Pinspiration) for health, house, and home (and so many other things). It makes it possible for us to not only not pay for cable, but not have to be in front of our TV when our favorite shows are on. It makes projects easier, research quicker, and puts a wealth of knowledge (and some not so smarty pants stuff) at my finger tips. And, best of all, it gives me a job that I absolutely love.
So thank you internet, for being so great (even while being so frustrating). What are you thankful for today?
We’ve lived in our house for three months now, and this weekend I finally put a nail in the wall. To hang a mirror. Two mirrors were put up, and that is where mission “Make House Homey” stalled. You see, I have lots of windows in my living room and for the first time, we’ll be at this house long enough for me to consider curtains. And the thing about curtains is, you should hang them before you start hanging too many pictures on the wall to avoid utter chaos.
About a month ago, I decided to try my hand at drop cloth curtains. They seem easy enough. Every home, DIY, and mommy blogger in the blogosphere has repurposed drop cloths framing their windows (or so it seems). With the enormous amount of white walls in our home, I decided to dye the drop clothes a dark steely-blue color. And failed. They turned out light denim. Not even a cool light denim. The light denim I would call akin to the overalls your mom stuck you in sometime in the early 90s. They probably had some cool peace sign patches on them too. Not exactly what I wanted as window coverings.
So, against my better judgement (because it’s let me down numerous times before), I grabbed two boxes of Navy Rit dye and attempted to darken up two panels. They turned purple. As I had suspected they would. Big, fat fail.
I had given up on the DIY drop cloth curtains. I was shopping Ikea.com, Pottery Barn online, Target, Walmart (because when you live where I live, those are about the only options) for a different option. I decided to dye one set of the drop cloths black for our bedroom (because black was pretty much the only color that would cover that horrendous purple) when the thought that they might feel a little dark and depressing crossed my mind.
Enter Pinterest. After a quick search for “Black Curtains White Walls” I am cautiously putting one foot back on the DIY drop cloth curtains for my living room train. It’s really more like a toe. A toe is on the train. The rest of me is thinking this will probably be a failure, but it was worth a shot, especially when I found a leftover Hobby Lobby gift card in my wallet that would pay for a few boxes of black dye.
I have very low expectations that (A) the dye will even set right and look nice and (B) I will actually like the outcome enough to put them in my living room for all to see. But it’s worth a shot (after all the time and money I’ve already put into these bad boys) so I’m going to attempt before I give up completely and just order these. And to prove I’m not totally crazy about the black curtains (I can hear some of your scoffs already) here are a few photos I dug up for inspiration. Remember. My house is a huge maze of white walls. White everywhere. So layering in some moodier shades and textures MAY just work.
Wish me luck.