Category Archives: confessions
I’m not sure any of this has an explanation, or that we can really give one. I mean, puppies. The end. Of all things sanity.
Because these fluffy gals are the cutest things we ever did see.
Meet Rigby + Fitz.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the art of hospitality, probably for the past year. The idea of it. It’s something that southerners pride themselves in, and in our little culture, we run the high risk of becoming walking Stepford Wife stereotypes melded with the fried chicken Church Lady with a dash of Steel Magnolias. Something I find both strangely comforting and terrifying all at the same time.
It’s something I only thought I understood.
“Just so we’re clear,” I announced to anyone who would listen, “I will be celebrating 35, from here on out.”
He chose her that day, at the shelter, because she vaguely reminded him of his childhood dog. -We had a good run, Chloe.
Three simple ways to use it in your home, and why it should be your new best friend.
Things I’m too old for this Halloween. And the ghosts of Halloweens past.
tips and tricks for defining your style + win a great sweepstakes from Dutch Boy
how to choose hardwoods for your home – a few tips and tricks we learned
Another peek at our home in the fall and a few little confessions.
Because knowing what you won’t do, is the best place to start.
How do I follow up winning my husband in a game show dressed as a woman?