Round 2

Let’s keep it real for a second, shall we? Babies are amazing. Little glowing, fresh-faced cherubs of wonder who bring joy to all who cross their paths. Know what else they bring? Stress. Pre-babe, the Hubs and I rarely had cause to argue. I mean, what to eat on a Friday night was seriously a top 2 contender. And then came baby. Suddenly tongues are a little sharper, tones are a little higher and patience is a little thinner. I’m just sayin’. While most of the time I don’t remember what our bouts are about, I do know that I usually (okay all the time) regret things I’ve said. Just like I hope my little one doesn’t wake up at 4 am again tomorrow, I also hope that during our next “match” I remember that Hubs and I are in the same boat. The same sleepless, weighted down, single-ore vessel that tends to retain water and definitely needs a fresh coat of paint. It may not be pretty, and it may take us a while to get to our destination, but the bottom line is there’s nobody I’d rather be traveling with. Life jacket or not.

In other news, this is a great post I’m thinking of laminating and hanging up in my bathroom – 15 tips for staying married for 15 years. Gems include, “don’t criticize,” “get really good at sex” and “make a husband pact with your friends.” Yup.  

(Vintage-style boxing print via mynameisjz) 

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Oh hey, what's this? Just the coolest bed frame/hanging side table combo EVER. You know, no biggie.

(Image via Int-sight)

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Balls, Has It Been That Long?

Soooo, apparently I’ve lost all track of time. My last post was in March? Seriously?? Clearly I’ve stepped into some kind of time warp where friends forgive me for not calling them back and it’s cool to not wash your hair (er, something). In this alternate universe, we’ve been doing things like traveling to San Fran (first plane ride for baby – no, I did not end up on the news), celebrating anniversaries, eating too much, catching up with family and learning to stand. Yeah, that’s right, learning to stand. Oh and PS, it’s going to be 102 degrees this weekend and I’m already dreading the summer. Hmmm, I wonder if this alternate universe has ceiling fans? Don't judge. 

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Weekly Whiteout

Finally, a modern couch that doesn't require me to sit perfectly straight all. the. time. Not that I'm lazy, I'm just sayin. Sometimes a girl wants to get her slouch on.

(image via Emmas)

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The House That Perfect Built

Normally I'm not a picture-tearer-outer, but this house was the exception to the rule. I saw it in Elle Decor a couple years back, tore the pages out, and squirreled it away for future reference. You know, for the day I win the Lotto, buy and renovate the perfect mid-century pad and fill it with gorgeous, spot-on pieces of furniture. I don't know what it is about this place, but I fell for it, and I fell hard. There's something about the light and movement of the space coupled with light wood, concrete floors and white paint that gets my heart going. I mean, that living room...are you kidding me? Maybe it's because it reminds me of my Grandparents' home or maybe because the walls are closing in on us in the condo, but this house had me at hello. And I'm thinking of asking it to go steady.

(images and article via Elle Decor)

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Weekly Whiteout

Talk about breathing room. Holy beautiful windows! Also loving how the texture of the ceiling is carried out to the deck, too. Oh and that taaaaable with a single light fixture. Perfection! (Singing!)

(image via La Maison d'Anna)

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Desert Storm

When I was a kid, we’d spend hours splashing in puddles and watching the clouds roll in like waves. It’s never just gray here, but instead continuously reflects the landscape like a seasoned shape shifter. Streaming light breaks through every now and then to dance on the pavement, and occasionally, snow will fall lightly on the mountains behind us. The hubs and I went for a drive with the baby this weekend and while he dozed to the pitter-patter of raindrops, I opened my window to the smell of sage and the magic of my childhood. People ask me why despite living overseas and having opportunities to move to the “big cities,” I always find myself back here. The truth is I’d miss the breathing room, and the inspiration it cultivates. There’s something about the desert that lives in my soul, and after long hours and sleepless nights, it’s the inaudible sigh I need to remind me what really matters. What about you? Where do you feel inspired?

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