Some of you may not know this, but my husband and I planned to be perfectly and happily “done” after we had our third, bouncing bundle of joy in under three years. However, just three, very sleep-deprived, newborn months later, I was, surprise! Pregnant with twins! I wish I could say I took this news
We’re pretty excited over here. We have just ONE more week left of school, before our summer starts!! Happy dance!! Plus, we finally finalized, finalized our house plans, so those are supposedly going into the engineer’s hands this week, and then…. lots of waiting for permits, and such, in our future. But things are happening!! Yay!!
So, for my second, casual night-out with my gal pals last weekend, I tried to redeem myself by showering, and applying mascara. Sooo much easier to achieve after a good, Saturday-mornin’ sleep-in. Friday evenings have me all like: Kept things easy-breezy with some go-to basics: swing top + flare jeans + some red heels (always) +
Come with me to The Deep South, today. Where every living thing is so lush and plump and thriving, the air itself down there feels and tastes like new green. Where the homes are settled, relaxed, and beckoning you to come “set awhile,” drink sweet tea on their porches, and watch your children climb their sturdy,
It was one of those days where harried-day met evening-out in no time flat. All of the sudden, it was time to throw on some real clothes, and meet up with some of my favorite gal pals, that had flown in from all parts of the country, for a casual dinner. Hair and makeup stayed
I think most of you know that we’re in the middle of a painfully slow (so far, anyway) process of building our “forever farmhouse.” So, making a slight detour down to Waco, on our way into the Deeps of Texas for a family reunion last week, was, umm, totally necessary. I neeeeded to breath in
I’m bacccck! Barely. It’s hard getting back on the crazy, mama-circus train after a trip! Phew. If you follow me on Instagram, you know my little fam and I headed to Texas for a family reunion, this past week. We played in Dallas a few days, and then headed down to the Deep South (including
Every spring, I look for that perfect, white blouse that’ll pair with anything, and go the warm-weather distance. When I find it, the skies part, and the angels sing. If you heard angels singing recently, it was for my new top. I’m positive. I absolutely love it!! The fit is both easy and flattering, the
Spring has sprung, here! Daffodils are fully blooming, and greet us each day with their bobbing, happy, little yellow heads – I almost want to pat them like good, obedient toddlers. The cows are so content with alive, green grass, that they completely ignore us when we go to the barn to give them their
I don’t know if it’s because festival season is upon us, or because 70s style is so rampant these days, but I’m embracing boho, like ya read about. I normally can’t stand “festival style” (it always felt so costume-y, and inauthentic to me?), but since the 70s have slowly inched their way into my wardrobe