Lessons in Home Ownership: Episode One

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There is so much excitement behind buying your first home. I could not wait for a place of our own. I could not wait to stop throwing rent money away. I could not wait to feel at home. But you always have those people that bring down your excitement with “Oh you’re buying a home? You know the to-do list is never ending.” Or “Oh congrats! It is awesome, but you know it is a lot of up keep. I hope you and your husband are handy.” Continue reading

Farmhouse Mirror Frame {DIY}

img_1915-1Mirrors draw attention in bathrooms. I mean, everyone that walks in is most likely going to look at it…that’s what they are there for! When we were on the “blow up the entire master bathroom and start over” kick (oh you missed that part? Read about it here), I had great ideas of ripping down our rectangular builder grade mirror and replacing it with two pretty round mirrors over each sink. Two things…mirrors are expensive and patching drywall is really not that fun. Can you imagine the mess I would have made ripping this thing down? So…why not keep the darn thing and jazz it up a bit!? A few brainstorming and pinterest-ing sessions later and voila! The farmhouse mirror frame was born. It’s like a whole new mirror but at a fraction of the cost. Twenty-five buckaroos to be exact.  Continue reading

Master Bathroom Reveal! (Part 1)

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I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. Which one ya wanna hear first? I’ll share the bad first. Our master bathroom was UGLY. I mean seriously super ugly when we moved in. Our dog wouldn’t even go in there it was so bad. When purchasing the house, we had plans to do a complete gut job and start over. We even had someone come out and give us some grand ideas about a claw foot tub and a heated floor. It was dreamy. I was excited! But…you know how it is moving in to your first home. We need a new couch, the whole exterior of the house needs to be painted, we have a yard that needs to be sodded…I mean our to-do list is a mile and a half long and filled with projects that ain’t cheap! So here I went with my pinterest-ing and doodling and home depo-ing and planned a spectacular bathroom redo. I showed my ideas to my husband and he thought I was slightly crazy. “Paint the tile floor?” I admit, it does sound crazy. But hey, remember when I said it was ugly? I figured it wasn’t going to get any worse so I might as well take a swing at it. Well, now we have a bathroom we kinda sorta love. And that, my friends, is the good news! Continue reading

Painting 101

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DIY is in my blood.

When I was little, if I broke something I never got upset because I knew my dad could fix it. I once witnessed him rig a dust pan to the front of our washing machine to catch the leak and trickle it into a bucket. Another time, I ran over my favorite sterling silver ring in the gym parking lot and he took a solder gun and warmed it enough to bend it back to shape. When I leaving for PT school, I told him I wanted a new bed and he went out in the garage and built me one that would make Pottery Barn green with envy. This man has talent. Continue reading

Shiplap Love

coverFor the love of lime green. Someone previously living in this house apparently LOVED it so much they painted multiple rooms with it. I did not appreciate feeling the need to wear sunglasses in my house, so this was the first thing to go. Aside from painting, I decided my guest room needed a fun touch. Something more than paint, but less than ripping down walls.

Shiplap. Anyone with a little Joanna Gains in ya can appreciate my love of it! But sadly this is not Waco and I can assure you I have no shiplap hiding behind my 90’s walls. I looked up real shiplap and very quickly decided my husband would not appreciate eating ramen noodles to make room for it in the budget. A few pinterest searches later, and I had my decision. Faux shiplap. It was happening. And it had to happen now. Continue reading

Here we go, y’all

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Remember back in the day when you had to write school papers? Unfortunately, I had a lot of practice with those considering the amount of school I tortured myself with. But you sit down, cup of coffee in hand, staring at the computer screen. My parents own a little coffee shop, so I would sit in the cafe, sipping my coffee, just staring at the blinking cursor wondering what to say and how to say it. I am having flash backs now as I sit here, staring at this computer screen…only no coffee in hand this time. Maybe that’s my problem right there…no coffee. Continue reading