Open House

Blogging fail. I go on a good posting run and then well, I don’t. So here are some quick captures from my house that I’m slowly turning into a home. I’m taking a different approach this time around with how I decorate. I’m trying to work with what I have and selecting pieces that make me pause and not move forward until it’s mine (hmm sorta like dating). Just not pausing a lot for that right now. Anyway, that escalated quickly. Welcome to my home. I promise I’ll let you leave.


After holding onto this console table for nearly ten years I was ready to get rid of it prior to this move, but for now it works and staying put. The art work is an original from a silent action and sets the color palate for the rest of the house. The lamp is one of my all-time favorite vintage finds from a local flea market. It’s original teak wood with a marble base. The other accessories are pieces I’ve collected along the way from California, Mississippi to Crate & Barrel. Yeah that’s where I got that not-real coral from. Or maybe it’s real. Whatever it look good.


So this room. I went around in my head on what to do to make the dining room come together. There are two huge walls and I thought oh sure I’ll just put a mirror up there and call it a day. But I miiiggghhhhhttttt have a mirror (and lamp) obsession so I knew I had to try something different. I have art, photography and mirrors so I figured let’s go with some words. So I went to my friend and co-worker who has some hand-written talent with a bag of In ‘n Out burgers and asked her to help. She obliged and killed it! I’m so in love with this message and how it really completes the room. Table and chairs are Jonathan Adler and I just propped that plant in a Target basket there because it felt right.





50 Shades of Green

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A few weeks ago I pulled a u-turn and journeyed into a plant oasis called Shades of Green. Located in Frisco, TX, this little hidden gem is full of beautiful floral finds and plethora of plants. Chloe and I walked around until they kicked us out! I wanted everything without knowing anything. See, I love the idea of gardening and can appreciate fine landscaping, but when it actually comes down to picking out  plants and then planting I wilt like a tulip. I give up. Well, I’m “turning over a new leaf” and working hard to get this new house of mine into a landmine of awesome landscaping. I spend over two hours last night picking out my varieties and subsequently paid the next door neighbor to plant them…baby steps.

Dear Dating

Dear Dating in 2016,

You’re the worst.

InSincerely Yours,

Oh, but I’m not done. You see I’m what “they” call a millennial, but NOT the same kind of millennial as that youngest Kardashian who has had so much plastic surgery she looks like Cruella De Vil…that’s a 101 Dalmatians reference for you young ones reading this.

I digress. So I graduated in 2005, I’ve been in the workforce for 10 years, I have a child (cutest five-year-old you’ve ever met), I own a home and a car, have a 401k, oh and did I mention I’m divorced. Yeah, there’s that too.

So rewind 10 years ago when I was leaving the comforts of college life (never do it) and ventured for the West coast to seek love and adventure. It was a time of freedom, fun and MySpace, yup MySpace. (Where are you Tom?) Social media was just beginning to form and Nokia phones with interchangeable color buttons were a thing. It was a beautiful time. People drove without texting, they used their phones as phones, conversations in grocery stores were shared, if something funny happened and you missed it, you missed it. It was real life.

And dating was real. So I’ll confess, dating in my twenties was cut short due to that time I got married and played house in Mississippi, but from what I remember, dating was far, far from what I’m now experiencing in my thirties. Here are some observations, clarifications, ramifications for your entertainment and education.


Texting can be great for those instances where I screen my mom’s call and can respond to her forty questions with a simple text, but by no means is texting the way to get to know someone.

I’m guilty for sure of only texting with a guy from the beginning stage of “getting to know him”, but guess what? It only goes so far. Talk. On the phone. Old school like the days when you had call waiting and feared your mom would pick up the landline from the kitchen. Use your phone as a phone. Just try it. I dare you.
And then maybe meet in person and make eye-contact while you’re talking…the horror I know. But from this side of divorce, trust me, communication is key sure, but what is more is the tone and body language that goes along with those words.

Dating Apps

These things did not exist ten years ago and I wish they didn’t exist now. It is harder to meet someone new as you get um older, but in my experience you will not swipe right on your husband using a dating app and here is some dating app lingo to help you understand.

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