Y’all, I’ve been putting this post off with everything in me because even THINKING about the absolute headache this process has been is enough to send me into a spiral. Before buying our house, I never really gave that much thought to floors. Either they were ugly or fine, and once in a blue moon – exceptional.
So when I made a flooring choice at the beginning of #MaisonMakeover, it took me about a week. I was satisfied with it and moved on to the millions of other decisions I had left, but that’s only where this story begins..
Time flies when you’re in love – and there’s no greater example than me and my baby, Martini. He’s the light of our lives and clearly deserves a full birthday month (just like his mom), so we threw a party!
Here’s the 411 on the best *and* easiest puppy birthday cake and a pooch filled photo recap:
It’s finally time to put the ideas for this space on paper!
I am SO thrilled to be sharing the vision of Bar Jon with you – and tell you the story of how it came to be. I wanted at least one space to showcase mid-century formality in a way that was still fun and approachable, and what better place than a cocktail lounge?
Here’s your first look at the interiors for Maison Mon Coeur, plus a sappy love story for the ages: Continue reading →
Honestly, the reason for the absence is logistics. Literally *nothing* happened for about a month or so while we waited on insurance to get their shit together and approve the big old check needed to rebuild our house. After about a million hours of Jon’s hard work on the phone with the orchestra of involved parties we finally made it work. This being said, we’re now 4 months post disaster and just getting started.. but still! Progress!
It’s been a hot minute – pretty much because we’ve been waiting. Waiting for the restoration crew to be done with bringing the house back down to studs, all sorts of other cleanup techniques, budget approvals, and the list goes on..
We’re *almost* at the fun part, so here’s a little sneak peak into where my mind’s been: Continue reading →
I have a not-so-secret confession to make : I am 1000% the girl who’ll look up your birth chart within ten minutes of meeting you, and as such – have learned my fair share about basic astrology in my 20s. (Usually after hours with a martini in hand, but I digress!)
While I usually use this info to help, inquire, or flat out read – today I’m utilizing it for something much more necessary for this bleak ass year : hope.
Well, we did it! We ate, drank, and explored the best of NOLA with our little diva and relative ease.
To be honest, I’m shocked – Martini’s personality is unpredictable at best and he doesn’t exactly love strangers. This was definitely a social experiment and parenting test and I’m happy to report, we passed with flying colors! But you know, kind of in that fluke way that you ace a test in middle school – with zero studying and the magic of your subconscious that retained info while you were half napping in class.
Ok, y’all – the silent rumors are true. I have become a bit of a.. decorator? The walls are no longer blank. Pinot Grigio is being drunk. SOMETIMES with ice. I’m one closet full of Vera Bradley away from turning into my mother in law. (Which, tbh – I’d be lucky! She’s great. But still – cue panic attack from the last shreds of my youth, you know?)
I can’t lie, though – evenings at our house are insanely cozy and bring me so much joy now. I don’t think I’ve necessarily gone overboard, but celebrating the changing of seasons (especially Halloween! Who doesn’t love a bit of frivolous debauchery? If the answer is anything less than an enthusiastic yes, kindly see yourself out of this blog) lightens my inevitable SAD and makes life feel more grounded and happy.
SO, I’m going to tell you how I did it in a foolproof way that didn’t turn our house into something juvenile, messy, or worse – a clashing mess.
Seeing as I’m only now waking up from a pretty long internet hiatus, I haven’t had the chance to share with most of you something pretty earth shattering that happened this summer :
I saw the Spice Girls. In London. Up close and PERSONAL.
Ever since I saw the movie when I was six – faux double decker bus of dreams flying across Tower Bridge, it’s been a dream of mine to see my personal heroes in the big smoke. Truly, I thought it would never happen. And then they got social media. And then there was talk of a tour.. perhaps. And then all hell broke loose once they released the dates and I booked flights and accommodation the second I secured tickets.
21 years later, it happened! And it was EVERY bit as magical, girl power filled, and rhinestone adorned as I could have ever dreamed it would be.
Okay y’all : a news update. Jon and I adopted this sweet, unbelievably gorgeous little monster at the end of May. His name is Martini (@martinithedragdog, rather) – and he’s fucking teething like crazy and has caused us to bleed on multiple occasions.
Cue: dog toys.
If you’re the kind of person who doesn’t mind ripped up, slobbered over, dirty tennis balls all over the place – this post (and blog, probably) isn’t for you. Move on. But if you get it – first of all, I love you. Secondly, Buckle. UP! Continue reading →