I can picture using a similar neutral color scheme in the bedroom but with more tans. I love this chair that you could just sink into to read a good book, the armoire to store towels and blankets and the glam little side table that I’d use as a bedside table.
$4 wreaths and $1.50 letters from Michaels (including a homemade Y :))
As you can see our porch isn’t done. And yes… I’m sort of embarrassed to be showing off any decorations out there but here’s the thing… whatever. I’ve been dying to do a door with three wreaths on it for a few years and now have at least flooring on the porch to the door so I can fairly easily step out and photograph it for you. Although it was about 10 degrees (literally) when I was getting the photo so if it’s not perfect blame it on the snow falling, the freezing hands and the well… winter. 🙂
I think Elle’s face in the photo is hysterical. She looks like an elf.
Today was one of those days where someone came up to me in the parking lot at Trader Joe’s and asked if I needed help. Not the kind of help where I needed a hand loading groceries in but the kind of help where I had two kids screaming, I couldn’t find my wallet and I’d just snapped at each of the kids because my patience wasn’t perfect after a morning of them yelling. And then when that lady offered a hand I was so embarrassed. I was being the kind of mother I’d want to strangle if I saw her in the Trader Joe’s parking lot. I was focusing more on getting my errands done than my kids’ needs. I was focused on the doing instead of the being. And I most certainly wasn’t choosing joy. Something changed inside of me as we walked back into Trader Joe’s… I knew I was wrong. I knew my whole attitude was wrong and Drew and Elle deserved apologies (even if Elle didn’t have a clue what I was saying). So I guess what I’m saying is, in this season of everyone preaching joy, peace, merry-ness, brightness, etc sometimes it’s really the exact opposite. In the striving to create happiness and joy for others we stress ourselves out and become the kind of person we don’t want to be.