Ok. I can’t take it anymore. You need to know this.
The other day is was checking in with my friend who is 2 weeks postpartum, and she just kept sounding like she felt like she sucked at this whole mom thing. She doesn’t. She has a beautiful healthy baby. She is giving him so much love, has help from her wonderful family, has all of his best needs in the forefront of her mind, and she’s still running her business. While on a “maternity leave” that basically just means she is working from home.
Here we are. A few long and delirious weeks in our new home. 90% of our belongings trapped on a dock in Nassau, the other 10% put away in some haphazard ‘we have no furniture’ way. The air is beginning to crisp. My favorite uniforms (sweaters, jeans and boots) are back in play. And the holidays are quickly approaching. So, how are we?
Well. We are doing amazing. Sure, Jeff’s hours are longer than they were the last few years, and Reegy’s ability to get into EVERYTHING is growing daily. I’m exhausted by her consistently have more energy than me, but I have never been happier. Cheesy. Fine. But true. Slowly we are making this house our home. And while the vast empty spaces are far from ‘finished’, they are quickly filling with memories and love.
My entire life is Blue, Gray, Beige, and White. Simple. Basic B. Classic. Whatever you want to call it. I know what I like. It works for me, and therefore I just keep heading in that direction. When it came to grabbing a few things to make our guest room cozy ASAP, I ran to my trusty Targét down the street. Threshold never fails me.
When I was planning our wedding, I remember being the most annoying bride ever by never telling anyone our ‘color’ or ‘theme’. There was no ‘theme’ or ‘color’, there were shades and vibes. Annoying. I know. I don’t care, it came out gorgeous. So, moving into our first home, we have basically been implementing those wedding shades and vibes, into an entire house. So far, so good.