Monday, March 30, 2015


I wrote a post a couple of weeks ago.
You can see it here.
I ended it by saying you just never know...
if I'd only known then what last week would bring.
I have so much I want to say right now.
But I can't.
It might be a while before I can.
We lost our oldest niece on Friday.
She was 22.
Please pray for her parents.
Her siblings.
Call your parents if you're blessed enough to have them still here.
Hug your kids a little bit tighter.
Even if they're grown and tower over you.
If there's someone you're at odds with, let it go.
Call them up especially if you don't want to.
Life is short.
Sometimes too short.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

chinoiserie + campaign

We're almost done with our 40 day clean out.
It hasn't gone totally according to plan
but I've managed to go through the main parts of our house.
It feels, organizing, trashing, donating.
Some stuff I've even been able to sell
on a local online neighborhood garage sale website.
{That money is for Round Top finds by the way :)}
Through another neighborhood site
 I've even made some new friends because of the 40 bags.
We donated all the clothes and shoes
that my husband no longer wears
to support a local veterans group
where they outfit them to go on job interviews.
The sweetest lady came to pick up everything
and we chatted for a long time.
Turns out she's a clothing stylist.
I'm sure she looked at me in my jeans and t-shirt
and was like oh yeah you need my services.
I think it was the universe talking to me.
One day I might take her up on that.
Right now I've got bigger fish to fry
because now that we've cleaned the big stuff
we're moving other stuff around.
Not to move move mind you.
That's on hold for a while.
We're still looking for a lot mind you.
But right now, this house, this is right where we need to be.
Long story for another day.
For now we're blooming where we're planted
and that's a good thing.
in trying to make this house "work" for our growing family,
and by that I do not mean we're adding people,
our boys are just becoming massive human beings
and with all the growing up comes opinions
on how they want their rooms etc.
I know.
Like I thought I was the only decorator in the family.
Apparently not.
Now these guys are telling me what color to paint
and how to arrange their rooms.
Which is how, in looking for a desk for our youngest,
I stumbled on a fun article on PBK about throwing a
And again, NO, I'm not pregnant I tell you.
But I might consider it if somebody
would throw me this shower and give me everything in this picture...
I'm tied about what I love most -
all the blue and white or the white campaign dresser...
now also available at PBK.
Where was this campaign stuff when I was looking a few years ago?
Not that I would spend a grand on this piece.
No offense PBK but I'm happy with my thrift store score
even if my husband still kids me of how
we all sat contorted for 18 hours
with our legs pretzel twisted like origami shapes
on top of suitcases because I bought it in South Carolina
and made everyone miserable on the trek homeward
for it to happily sit in my entry way.
{It was white but I painted it this peacock blue.}
I'll take a $50 score and some elbow grease over $1000 any day.
I'm not judging if you wouldn't.
In fact they have other campaign pieces here.
And Adrienne {my cute pregnant girlfriend}...
both for baby and bigger kids.
Just saying :)
If you have a girl :)
And as if that wasn't enough goodness already
I found something else.
Let's call it a marriage made in southern chinoiserie heaven,
sit down,
drum roll please...

A pagoda monogram.
perfect for you Emilie 
if you have a baby girl one day. :)
No pressure, just saying.
If I were going to have another little,
I would be in serious trouble with the hubs
because I would all over PBK right now like white on rice.
Would you?

Monday, March 16, 2015

a public service announcement

You may know that I have a thing for blue and white.
If you know me in real life
then you know I wear a lot of navy blue,
solids and navy & white stripes.
I might buy them in bulk.
Did you know
{by the way}
goes live soon?
If you love navy & white & stripes check it out.
Ok, that's the first PSA.
Get ready for the second.
You may want to sit down for this...
I know.
A big thank you to my blog peep Tery
who tagged me on instagram with the tip about these.
The cutest shop called Beaufort Linen Company carries them.
I was in immediately.
Before even asking the price.
{They're $56 by the way plus $5 shipping
if you're not near Beaufort, NC.}
In exchanging emails about the necklaces
Christina from Beaufort Linen Company shared that
each necklace is hand made by
a mother-daughter duo in NC called z.z designs.
Love that don't you?
Just when you thought it couldn't get any better than that.
It did. 
Try two double happiness beads.

Quickly I thought of the calendar.
Mother's Day is coming up.
So is my anniversary.
I know just what my husband will get me.
Unless he's reading this.
In which case I'm open to additional gifts.
Absolutely kidding.

I ordered one with two double happiness
and a white tassel but I'm thinking
this may be the start of a new obsession collection.
If you see one you like give them a shout.
I spoke to the lovely Christina today about my order.
She shared that if you want to customize one
z.z designs can do that too.
Warning...z.z designs also makes oyster necklaces.
I'm sorry.
I had to tell you.
Something this good cannot go unshared.
 Do yourself a favor and check out both of their IG accounts.
Sign up now to be notified when 
Beaufort Linen Company's online shop goes live.
I think my husband may not like that I did.
From what I've seen on IG this shop has got it going on.
Pure eye candy.
I already warned Christina on the phone
that if I'm ever near Beaufort, NC
I'm bringing a UHaul van with me.
Sounds like a road trip to me.
Who's with me?

Thursday, March 12, 2015

lighting love and a story i forgot to tell...

I love a good light don't you?
When I was debating what to use in our master bedroom
I considered this lovely by Regina and Andrew...
but it was too long
and with three boys the last thing I need is
 another target for batting practice around here.
It might even give true meaning to the phrase
swinging from the chandelier.
It still makes me swoon when I see it though but I've moved on.
Or so I thought.
Because I saw this...
and this
and this this one too...
and yes I know these are more for a dining room not a bedroom
but still all this lighting love has got me
contemplating the master chandy again.
If you know who is reading this
{the hubs}
I'm not changing the master chandy.
Not yet anyway.
Its on the list.
Yes, I know we have other fish to fry first.
Calm down.
We'll talk later.
And yes I still love me some overstock.
Even though things didn't work out like I'd dreamt between us.
Did I ever tell y'all that story?
I don't have to ask that really.
I know that I didn't.
I was too embarrassed to tell I guess.
If you've been a reader for a while you may know
that I have professed my love for the big many, many times.
One day, a few moons ago,
somehow, someone from overstock left a comment for me.
Maybe I had said in a blog post one day that overstock should hire me.
Not allegedly this time.
I said it.
Anyhow... this lady from the O
left a comment with her email address.
It took me a while and some prodding from my friends to email her.
Because seriously her comment was enough for me.
They said they'd do it if I didn't.
My girls don't play.
So I did.
Emails were exchanged.
A telephone call was set up.
I was a wreck for the week leading up to it.
I wish I could say that I was completely myself during the call.
But alas I was a dud.
In that I really didn't know what to say.
Because I'm not one to sell myself.
Except to my in they know who rules the roost.
Remember that sign in my old kitchen?
Rule 1: Mom's the boss.
Rule 2: See rule number 1.
But to a complete stranger I'm not going to gloat
or rattling off my achievements
like someone running for office.
Nope, that's not me at all.
Plus I can be a bit shy if I don't know you.
The final kicker...and this may sound strange but
when I don't know what to say
 I babble.
Perhaps incoherently.
Yeah, let's go with allegedly.
I was dreaming that during this call they'd ask me to write for their blog.
I think I'm a better writer than a phone chatter :)
I don't think they even have a blog any more,
at least I don't see it on their site.
Instead they thanked me for my frequent shout outs to them
and mentioned being a part of their affiliate program.
Basically where one would blog about a product,
use a special link code,
then get paid every time someone clicks through.
My girlfriends were so funny and sweet when I told them about the call,
 saying they'd push the link button a hundred times a day.
But I don't think it really works that way and honestly
 I don't feel comfortable doing links for $$ here.
That's just me.
Please know I'm not judging people who do.
People I read and love do affiliate links.
So while they're talking affiliate links
I'm thinking what about your blog?
Hire me for that!
I'd love to point out products I've found on your site,
things that if you don't know how to search for it,
you may never find it,
seriously super good stuff.
But I didn't know how to ask for that chance.
So I just kept saying "so just do what I'm already doing now?"
I said that a few times and every time I said it
I was thinking "um, that sounds so stupid. stop saying it!"
In the end it was like a don't call us, we'll call you.
It worked out for the best in the end.
I know it did.
Here's the funniest part of the story.
I think its classic and so apropos.
On the phone they said they wanted to me a gift card as a thank you
for saying such nice things about them.
At the time I was helping a friend of a friend out
who was kind of down on her luck in a way
and was trying to sell her house.
I was helping her stage her house for sale.
Again, me, the big dreamer that I am
thought it might be enough to buy some nice things
to use to stage this girl's house
{which by the way sold within three days on market}.
Not so much.
{No offense to the}
The amount written on the card was enough to
buy a crock pot for another friend's wedding shower from their site.
Only when I tried to buy said crockpot online
with said gift card
it kept saying the card number wasn't valid.
I even called customer service and the guy punched in the number.
Several times.
No go.
Then he started questioning me as to where I got the card from.
Which of course got me all paranoid because I thought
this customer service rep thinks I'm trying to rip them off.
I explained the whole long, drawn out story.
I'm sure the guy thought I was a complete wacko.
Much like the other two O employees I spoke to on the phone I'm sure. ;)
Instead I bought the gift with my own card.
Credit card that is.
Of course I tell the hubs the whole story when he got home from work.
He's a wise guy.
He just sat there shaking his head.
He goes, you should have known.
Nothing in this life is for free.
Forget the empty gift card and move on.
I knew he was right.
I've moved on from the thought of blogging for anybody but me
but I still love deals I find on the O and elsewhere
and if you don't mind,
I'll keep sharing them here with you.
Maybe not the embarrassing stories but the deals for sure :)

Thursday, March 5, 2015

guess who reads my blog?

I know.
I know.
MIA for over a week.
One of my littles was sick.
Ugly sick.
One word can sum it all up.
That's all you need to know.
He's finally better and back at school.
I'm getting stuff cleaned up and done around here.
My 40 bags in 40 days cleanup had
a little hitchin its giddy up
but I'm making progress and I'll take it. :)

I've been meaning to write this post for a few weeks now
but now that I'm writing it I realize
its something I should have said a long time ago.
 Its hard to believe that nearly four years ago
when I started this blog
that anyone would read it
besides my sister in Georgia.
Now two of them read it.
Although they never leave comments.
{Ahem. Just saying ;)}
Mainly it was because I didn't tell anyone I had one.
Then slowly I told my peeps one by one.
Then they told a friend or two.
Then bloggers I love like
Katie Clooney of preppy empty nester,
Leslie Anne of Fairhope Supply Company,
Christine of Suburban Charm,
and last but not least,
Mary Ann of classic casual home,
all added me to their sidebar blog rolls.
 Slowly but surely I've gained readers
and I hope each and every one of you
knows how much I am flattered and appreciate
that you choose to spend a little time "with" me here.
I see my stats occasionally and while
I don't have a million readers like some blogs,
just like true friends,
I'd take one awesome true one
rather than have a hundred fair-weather friends.
Thank you my peeps :)
Each and every one of you,
whether you comment or not,
I know you're here and I appreciate you reading.

Whether you're a regular reader
or just stumbled upon me
like I do to so many blogs
{where I click through from other people's blog rolls}
you'll know that I use the word
Mainly when it comes to things I've bought,
or things I want to buy,
Because I've had my suspicions for a while now
that among the people who read my little old blog
 my dear husband was one of you.
Little things he'd say or ask about.
But I never really had proof.
Until a few weeks ago.
 I came home from errands and found a package on our porch.
I picked it up and saw the return address.
Then I saw it was to the hubs.
Who does he know in the people's republic of China?
Must be Legos I thought.
He's always buying the kids replacement parts for ones
that have gone into that secret vortex
of disappearing and lost items,
like the one of sock of a pair you've never been able to find.
Somewhere in our house is the mother load
of missing game pieces, socks, and Legos.
I pity the people that buy our house eventually.
If they ever find our vortex of missing items that is.
So I bring the package inside and I rip it open.
We're married right?
No secrets right?
Plus again I think its Legos.
I'm rolling my eyes as I open it,
thinking its great how awesome of a dad he is
to replace the umpteenth missing piece of whatever,
but really?
what are we teaching them about responsibility if
stuff goes missing because
they're not keeping their stuff together where it belongs.
Then I think I've got to be the meanest mom to be thinking these thoughts.
I should stop thinking so much right?
Then I pull out a box from the package.
It has the words FOREO on it.
I've seen that word before I think to myself.
Where have I seen that before?
So I open this plain box with FOREO on it.
And then it hits me.
I see the picture of what it is on the box.
Crap. Uh oh.
He reads my blog.
Because inside the box that was
 inside the packaging was this...

 I called him at work immediately.
I said "hey, who do you know in the PR of China?"
He was confused.
"What? I'm swamped.
Can you just tell me what's going on without riddles?"
"Do you read my blog?" I asked point blank.
He started laughing.
"It finally arrived?"
He said he'd gotten numerous emails because the package
was held up in customs.
Apparently they ship it directly from the manufacturer.
Fresh off the production line.
Yes, its here, and I thank you I said but you shouldn't have.
"Well, you said you wanted it for Valentines Day on your blog
and I didn't know what else to get you."

I will say I felt guilty using it.
Like I was being a traitor to my clarisonic brush.
Then I thought well, I'll just alternate.
Which I have been doing.
But seriously let me tell you
the Foreo Luna is da 'bomb.
Little bumps that would never go away have vanished finally.
Probably off to that vortex I was telling you about :)
I'll give a better review soon if you like
but seriously if you don't have a skin cleansing device
definitely check out the Foreo Luna.
Plus they have a mini version for a little less cha-ching.
And what's not to love about that.

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