it's the little things

Now that I've confessed shared my deep dark house secret [a tad melodramatic?], I would like to focus on a tiny but super awesome victory: my pink bathromm drawer pulls. Sweet little projects like these [yes, there are others which means I'm way behind on my posts] have started to crack the great big barrier between me and the so-called "light at the end of the tunnel." There is no light. Only a teeny glimmering creating a space not quite as black as the rest. I can't even see those little dust particles swimming around in the air yet. But I can see the glimmering. Thanks to these bad boys.

Before:

After:

Thank you oil rubbed bronze spray paint. You're my new favorite.

selena gomez, beer, and puppies.

Yup. That about covers it.

a sad state of affairs

I'm finally getting around to it, but I'm not particularly enjoying it or excited about it. I'm not really sure how I decided today was the day. My typically short drive home from work ended up being just long enough to for the idea to pop into my head and stay there. Drat. Drat, I tell you! I wanted to stay in denial. To ignore the blatantly obvious fact that we have more to do than we have time for. [If anyone so much as hints at an "I told you so" I will unfriend you on facebook and submit your email to receive an endless amount of e-newsletters.] A good percentage of my brain still believes we'll make the deadline, but the photos provide pretty hard evidence that all hope is lost. Period. And now I'm officially stalling. I'll continue to stall for a bit. Anyone want to hear about the strange dream I had last night where me and my friend Sarah (you're gonna love this, carebear) were trying to teach another girl how to use eyebrow powder and accidentally bleached my eyebrows instead? Ok, well that was kinda it. It was super hot guys.


Ok, fine. Here goes.


























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Ok, for real. Please try to hold the gasps to a minimum.

Excuse me while I bury my face in my hands and sob.


One month! That's all we have until we move in. As the title suggests, it's a sad state of affairs. We've been working hard! Really hard, guys...but, man! OknowthatIpostedthatpleasecomehelpme! We're thinking a painting party?! With beer. And pizza. Who's down?


Oh, and if anyone isn't feeling sorry for me yet, this should help. I still have to pack up our. entire. house. Sad face, people. Sad face. This place is pretty much the only thing that keeps me going. That and the cold beer I'm about to abandon you for.








PS: Any paint colors/ideas/words of encouragement happily accepted!


[interesting fact: I've now been staring at this post for 15 minutes trying to convince myself to hit "publish post". Okheregoes.]

me and fall are BFFs.

Autumn let's make a deal, I'll start celebrating you now by wearing boots (and other fall attire) if you agree to stick around for a while. Enticing enough for you? I'm sure my friends would also don leggings and such to encourage you to stick around. Please, oh please won't you stay? We can be BFFs. Look I even bought these today. Just for you.

And I've been window shopping for weeks now. I even put a couple outfits together in hopes of impressing you.

I'd really like to believe this cold front is the beginning of a wonderful relationship...and not just a tease. Stay a while, wontcha?

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On another note guys, you have to visit ShoeDazzle. It's kind of amazing. It's basically a shoe of the month club, except there are also purses and jewelry. You take a style quiz, and every month there is a showroom personalized for you! If you don't like anything in your showroom that month (or just received your cell phone bill and realize you need to cut back on something, eeek!) you can always opt out for the month. AND you don't pay anything until your first purchase. [I've been looking at showrooms for months people and just made the leap today] Oh, and did I mention, if the shoes don't fit (or you don't like 'em once you get 'em) just send those puppies back and exchange for another pair! Do I sound like I work for them? Cuz I totally don't–I'm just super excited. Wanna know the very best part?! It's $39.95. Thrity nine dollars and ninety five cents! That's it. That's all you pay. Every month. For a new pair of shoes. Shut the front door.