i used to beat myself up for loving good design, for the way i'd pause to peer at a beautiful object, for the way i so badly wanted to know everything about its role and its maker and its short, long life. i'd shout at myself: "but it's just material! you can't take it with you! there are more important things in life!" but i don't shout at myself anymore.
if you, too, are one who seems to be bent toward style, please know that doesn't mean you lack substance. no one lacks substance, not ever. go on, bend away. enjoy the beauty. treasure it while it's here, while you're here, while its here with you, together, today. it may be a small thing, but it brings along with it delight and surprise and curiosity, and those are no small things.
just stumbled on some forever ago episodes of our show on hgtv.com, and i'm thinking two things: 1. pixie hair is the greatest and 2. thanks for sticking around all these years, guys!
real talk: the blog has gone through millions of changes over the past 10 years, and so have i, and every now and then i like to shake things up. what do you guys love reading about? anything you'd love to know, anything i can help with? i'll make a list and knock it out over the next few weeks (months?)!
and if not, no worries - i can blather on for 10 more years about nothing at all. it's a gift of mine, ask ken. he loves this about me. (there is no font for sarcasm.)
some days you hit a big deadline and the only celebrating you do is to switch the laundry, send another email, brew more coffee, smile to yourself.
other days, you add roses. 🌹 (thank you for the surprise, @roseshireco !) #roseshire
early this morning / late last night, i turned in my first round of book edits, so it's only fitting that today's post is an anthem for the no-sayers. there were a lot of no's during this process, a lot of missed family functions and rescheduled playdates and yet-to-be-answered emails while i locked myself in the bedroom and typed with calloused fingers. it felt selfish at times, and not at all selfish at others. and now, with this sweet, small work off to its worthy publisher, it's time for a yes.
yes, you were instrumental in this book. yes, your comments/emails/messages kept me going. yes, this was a hard thing for me and yes, i'm feeling so emotional about sending it off, and yes, i will be napping for days, but yes, it was so so worth it.
and YES, i have you guys to thank for it all. (thank you for it all.)
fort in progress. we are v busy. bee says, "you're gonna have to take over, mom. i am just too extinct to carry on." george is in agreement. bernie is of no help, per usual, and hiding beneath the pillows, per usual. #fortslacks #leaningtoweroflazy
what a tightrope artist knows of balance: "So, I practiced tightrope for about an hour a day, and after about a week, I started to feel like, I’m now getting my balance. And as I was walking, I started to notice that it wasn’t that I was getting more balanced but that I was getting more comfortable with being out of balance..." (more on the blog)