I love a good DIY project or two (which is why I write the DIY for this lovely mag). These four projects are on my to-try list. The above honeycomb shelves are awesome. Love the shape, love the stained wood. Problem is they require many sharp tools… This one might be a joint project for me and Michael (M, if you’re reading, don’t say no just yet!).
I’m digging how this chandelier softens a space, and I think it could be just the thing to cure our sunroom’s serious lack of pretty lighting.
I think I’ve blogged about this tray before (perhaps elsewhere?) and I keep coming back to it. It’s not a DIY (it’s from etsy) but it definitely could be. Take a wood tray, some painter’s tape, a shade of neutral and a shade of gold, and you’ve got it. Could be great for our coffee table.
Once over the summer in college, I took an abstract painting class, and one of my paintings turned out like this. Maybe it’s time to resurrect it?
Are you a DIYer? Have any projects to share? I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to.
This looks so airy and fresh. Perfect for a summer wedding.
Have you seen the latest issue of Rue? Best. Yet. Image above from a Rue feature. Don’t you love the hand painted signage as art? I even love the black tape.
I’m thinking about doing a cleanse. A few of my friends did them in college and loved how energized and healthy they felt. Have you ever tried one? Recommendations?
We splurged (with wedding gift cards!) on some beautiful new bedding. Can’t wait to see this duvet with this quilt (in ivory/onyx) in person!
Hope you’re spending your weekend floating along a cool river with shades on. We will be celebrating some friends’ recent engagement and eating leftover homemade ice cream!
I have some of the most thoughtful, kind friends. You know those kind that make you want to be more thoughtful and kind? I keep those kind close. I know they make my spirit rest. My friend Molly is the type of friend to whom I look for wisdom. I’m often humbled by how insightful she is, how she holds the life knowledge of someone years our senior. Molly lives in Atlanta, so when I received a little letter in the mailbox in her handwriting, I knew there would be something to treasure inside. I saved it until I had a moment to myself, cup of coffee in hand, to read. True to her character, Molly did not disappoint. One quote she had written in her letter (she said it reminded her of me. Thanks, Molls!) has stuck with me, so I’ll share it here.
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.
Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
I mean, wow. I don’t think I have anything to add to that, so I’ll leave you with Lamott.
I’m really digging the look of these cowhide rugs. They are just so beautiful (and they are stain resistant and last a lifetime). When I was home in Chicago, my family and I walked around the Kane County Flea Market and my dad and I found this seriously awesome cowhide rug vendor. The best part? They were only $200-300 for a large area rug! I haven’t had the best luck with animal skins (I recently threw away my sheepskin floor rug… It had gotten so dirty and ratty. And Michael hated it from the start) but I took the guy’s card and am thinking of ordering. What do you think?
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Last week we celebrated our first anniversary. On my wedding day, as my bridesmaids can attest, I cried all morning. I was just so overwhelmed – by my love for Michael, by my utter disbelief that he had chosen me, by the gratitude I felt toward my beautiful parents, and by the joy that came with knowing that God had come close. I held my sisters’ hands, smiling and laughing, and cried, I talked on the phone with a bridesmaid who was living in Africa and unable to be at the wedding and cried, I prayed and I cried. I was a mess! I pulled it together for my makeup to be done and by the time I walked down the aisle, my tears had ceased and I was ready.
A year later, I’m the same. A year of marriage has only deepened the roots of those feelings; I have only become more saturated with gratitude; I have only become more keenly aware of the grace that permeates my life. I don’t deserve this humble, incredibly handsome, hilarious man and the life we are building together each day. The small moments are the best: waking up to his whispering “Good morning, cute girl.” or jogging around our neighborhood, talking about our days or discovering the totally weird things we each do. Having a partner: It’s a gift I don’t take for granted. I remember being told over and over before we got married that I needed to know how hard marriage is. And I know that to be true. Any time you deal with a whole person and all their imperfections, life is going to be hard, raw, and real. But what I wish people had emphasized was the deep-seated joy. Not just happiness but joy, the kind that grows from shared experiences, selfless moments, and the times where you see God more clearly at work because you see yourself being shaped by your marriage. It’s a sweet thing.