around our home.

posted on: July 28, 2014

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This is the first place we have lived that I haven’t hated in some way. For years we just had brown furniture, cheap furniture, stuff we had collected and hoarded and just never got rid of. We bought things with intentions to refinish them and then never did.

Moving to Seattle gave us reason to purge more than we ever had. We loved it. We said goodbye to all the junk we owned and almost all of our furniture. Despite getting rid of nearly everything living in 400 sq. ft made it hard to enjoy the things we did have. We had kept too much to make that space work. Things we had put thought into keeping or purchasing. Decorating, making spaces homey, these are things I am not good at. I don’t frame pictures or hang things and for the most part I despise anything colored.

Here though, here this all works. We live in 800 sq. ft with room to spare. Our color scheme is a mix of whites, greys, blacks and hints of brown. Most all of our furniture is from the Goodwill, now refinished. It’s simple and clutter free, everything has a home. It may not work for everyone but it works for us.

These little touches are some of my favorites. Fresh basil on our balcony, our kitchen stools, camping lights outside and the Ikea rug everyone and their brother owns. It really is the little things.

making dinner.

posted on: July 21, 2014


We cook dinner every night, our meals planned out in advance. I pay special attention to put something easy down for the nights I will be responsible for cooking. When I get off of work the last thing I feel like doing is being in the kitchen for hours, like so many of us.

Except Sundays. Sundays¬†are the days I like rolling up my sleeves and getting elbow deep in dirty dishes and chopped cilantro. I’m usually alone these nights, too. Dan working. I crank my City & Colour Pandora station and work methodically, mindlessly. I get brave and attempt new recipes, trying to use new ingredients.

This Sunday was different. I tried being present and aware the entire day, careful to do nothing other than relax. I am about to enter a particularly busy season and I want to savor every ounce of nothingness I can. I set to making dinner and thought of all the upcoming Sundays I wouldn’t have the desire to be in the kitchen, lacking enough energy to consume dinner let alone make it.

It occurred to me while I was eating that I have been spending a lot of time thinking about this upcoming season. Not necessarily all good things. I realized that while I may be exhausted in ways I haven’t known in a while, I shouldn’t be afraid of that. I should be embracing it.

One of my favorite authors, Shauna Niequist tweeted something the other day that stayed with me. She was talking about growing pains, “And growing is good, right? Hard, awkward, uncomfortable, scary, messy…and good.” She is right, despite the pain the growing is good.

Let that be enough, enough to keep me in the kitchen on Sundays. Enough, despite that I will be tired, have too many things to do, and let’s be honest, probably in a horrible mood. On those days, I’ll let the good wash over me and use Dallas Green to drown out the negativity.

P.S. You need to make this sandwich, immediately. Check the recipe out over at my friend Grace’s blog, Earthy Feast. That’s right, I can now call her a friend as we have actually met. Not to mention, she has personally made these sandwiches for me. I’m sure you’re green with envy right now. I know I would be.



posted on: July 18, 2014


Two times this week I found myself in a situation that required a photo of either me or of myself and Dan.¬†After going through what felt like a million photos from recently, I realized that we didn’t have just a basic photo of us. One where we are looking at the camera, smiling, acting normal.

I take full responsibility for this problem. I hate having my photo taken, being in front of the camera. I don’t even have a decent photo of myself for my own blog. If I have photos of myself they are usually for an Instagram shot I had in mind which does me no good in other aspects. I clearly dropped the ball on the 52 project. It was hard week after week to find time to take pictures and I quit pushing myself, my desire to do it gone.

Dan and I started sponsoring a child through World Vision almost two months ago. When we first started setting up our account and preparing to send our first email and letter we were encouraged to send photos. I sent a few via email to the local office for him to see but none were quite what we wanted. I was putting together a little birthday package for him and decided we should include a print photo of us and therefore told Dan to prepare for a photo session. You can imagine how excited he was.

I came home from work and dragged the tripod out onto the balcony determined to make it quick. We treated the entire situation very much like ripping off a band-aid. No, we didn’t want to do it but it had to be done. The result, something I don’t actually hate. And since I don’t hate it I’m going to share it.

Happy Friday loves.