Clearance Challenge: Owl Fern Holder

While I’m not really one to limit myself to a particular “theme” for a room, my daughter’s bedroom has, by default, ended up with a bit of a “woodland creatures” theme. We call her Bunny (no one knows why, it just came out one day when she was a baby, and it stuck) so I…

Blueberry Galette

My kids love blueberries. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not about to sit here and try to convince you that my little cherubs eat nothing but organic vegetables, whole-wheat, farm-to-table, magical food products, including dairy that has come directly from holy cows, tended and sung to by virgin Dutch milkmaids. Nope. Jovie is sitting next…

My Favorite Room

As I’ve said in previous posts, it was love at first sight with our house. The moment we drove up and saw that quintessential wooden farmhouse exterior, with its big dormers and welcoming front porch, I was head over heels. And then we walked in, and it had a library. A library! The online listing…

Magic Cream Biscuits

The reason I call these Magic Cream Biscuits is because the ease and short time it takes for them to come together is truly magical. With just three ingredients, no resting time, and a quick bake in the oven, you’ll have fresh, flaky, warm biscuits for your family to enjoy any day of the week!…

Jovie’s Room (the kids’ rooms, part 2)

There’s just nothing else as dreamy as a little girl’s bedroom. While I absolutely loved every single second of decorating Leston’s room, something in me just sang when it came to Jovie’s. Throughout the process I found I kept saying to myself, “Ahh, I would have loved this when I was a little girl!” or…

Leston’s Room (the kids’ rooms, part 1)

To know me is to know my hatred of all things plastic and primary colored. As the mother of a 2-year-old and a 4-year-old, these things are shockingly difficult to avoid. But, I persist. That doesn’t mean depriving my children of the things they love (seemingly just to spite me, sometimes) like battery operated, florescently…

Kids’ Mailboxes

I write a lot of notes. Always have. My mom still has a stash somewhere of a collection of the notes I wrote to her as a little girl, most of which say something along the lines of “I’m sorry, mommy. I’ll never do (fill in the blank) again. I love you.” Followed pretty immediately…