Operation Christmas Card

Crazy as it may sound my thoughts are already on Christmas. It is not just the idea of our first Christmas in our new home or the fact that Christmas is nearly 5 months away. As I plan for Christmas, there is one project on my list that actually needs to be completed before fall. For the last two years I have made Christmas cards to send to Operation Gratitude. If you have not worked with them before let me tell you that it is a wonderful organization that provides many different services to our soldiers, veterans, and their families. One of these services includes sending care packages to our troops. On the lists of items that they ask for is Christmas cards. They have to have them before fall in order to send them by Christmas.

One night during the summer, I get together with friends to craft as many cards as we can. It is a great time to spend together eating, crafting, and hoping that our cards will make their way into a soldier's Christmas box this year. This year, I would like to encourage all of you to join me in creating and collecting Christmas cards for our troops. Whether you make one card or 100s, every card will help.

To add to our fun, I thought I might offer prizes in three different categories for those that are interested. The first prize will be for Cutest Card. The second prize will be for Cutest Card Party. The third (and most elaborate) prize will be for the Most Cards Collected. Here are the details:

1. Each blogger may email me to enter one or more of the contests. Participants, please, please, please share this information and promote this project on your own blogs as well. It is for a great cause!

2. Cutest Card and Cutest Party participants will need to send me photos of their submissions (as many as they would like to send). I will post these images on a separate page on my blog. Bloggers may vote in the final week to decide the winner.

3. Most Cards Collected- after you have collected all of your cards, you will need to email me your final count total.

I will continue to post each week with ideas and information about this project. You are welcome to join at any time between today and August 24th. All images and totals must be submitted no later than midnight August 24th. Voting will be open to all bloggers starting August 25th. Winners will be announced September 1st here on my blog.

Please, I encourage any of you that are interested to join. This is a great project and of course a lot of fun as well. These cards mean so much to our servicemen and women. It is just a small way to say thank you and bring a little bit of Christmas to them. Please share this information with anyone you know and talk it up on your blogs. For more information you may visit the Operation Christmas Card page above. I can not wait to hear from you! 

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He Says / She Says

I don't know that we are the only couple to have this happen, but...

Not long after settling into our first home in our apartment, I found that my husband and I spoke two different languages. Now I believe we can both still consider English as our first language. How we use words however was something of a shock. As often as we had spoken in the past, it was not until we were married and in our home together that I found we don't always speak the same language.

          He Says-                        I Say-

           Icebox                      Refrigerator

           Icebox                         Freezer

          Napkins                     Washcloths

     Channel Changer              Remote

          Washer                      Dishwasher

          Washer                 Washing Machine       

Icebox- what I call the "refrigerator" or the "freezer" my husband simply refers to as the "icebox". More than once I have had to explain the difference between the top and the bottom, the left and the right side of the refrigerator icebox cold, box-shaped appliance in our kitchen.

Napkins- this has only caused momentary confusion. After helping me fold a load of clothes one day, yes, I did look surprised when my husband asked me where the "napkins" went. I later found that my husband has extremely sensitive hearing and the rubbing sound made from paper napkins makes him as miserable as the rubbing sound from washcloths when you fold them. Nope, I didn't know that they made a sound either.

Channel Changer- this one is fun! I can't hand over something that I don't know he wants, right? :) "What is a channel changer?" We play about this one a lot.

Washer- this one I figure out depending on where he is standing. If he is in the kitchen, obviously it is the dishwasher he is talking about.

It's funny how many words can be used to describe the exact same thing. Anyone else find that their husband speaks a different language?

Paige

Friday Road Trip!

I know that it is Saturday and no one will see this until at least Monday, but with Justin playing his game I have to take this time to tell you about yesterday...

First, I just want to say that I married a very good man; a very good, smart, hard-working man. These last few months especially have been a little rough for him though. He has steadily been given more and more responsibility and with that has come interrupted lunch breaks, weekends, and evenings. I love watching him work & I love more that he knows so much about what he is doing. Still, anyone who works hard deserves a break from time to time. I first attempted to surprise him with an overnight trip. It was scheduled for this weekend & with a good number of points on our new card the room would cost less than a third of it's real cost. He was SO excited when I told him...and then the craziness ensued. I won't get into all of the details, I will just say that work schedules, hotel schedules, and other times would not work together for us. In the end, the reservation was promptly canceled, but we did find ourselves with a 3 day weekend nonetheless. Now aware of my original intent, and fully on board with a day's rest, Justin declared Friday, June 20th, 2014, to be Natchez, Mississippi day.


Mississippi Bridge! It's VERY tall and pretty long. I have grown up crossing it plenty of times.

We woke up at 8 (just like Justin wanted). An hour later, we were out the door and headed to Taco Bell for breakfast. Sorry, no pictures this time. I was just coming down off that morning high I find myself on when rushing to get ready for a trip. The drive was nice. It was peaceful and long and, with new music on the MP3 player in the car, we were happy!

View up the Mississippi River. You can't see it, but the water was moving really fast.

That would be the bridge we just crossed. Oh, and that is Louisiana on the other side, or as I call it HOME!

We arrived in Natchez just after 11. Justin was adamant we eat first, and with the lunch hour just around the corner I was ready to find our seats at the best burger place in town. Actually, we had looked forward to these burgers all year long and we drove 2 hours to enjoy them. Slick Ricks in downtown Natchez is definitely worth the drive. Beating the rush, we were excited to see we could eat upstairs this time. I snuck some pictures.

Even though we were the first ones there, we still had to wait about 30 minutes for our order. The burgers are amazing and the fries are hand-cut, so it is understandable. Warning: Do not sit above the kitchen! Heat rises. By the time we got our meal, we were so hot that we weren't very hungry. These burgers by the way, may look small, but they are stuffed! We plan to stick to the plan next time and just share a burger.

Justin ordered the Hawaiian Specialty (house patty, root beer glazed ham, grilled pineapples & cherries, provolone & bbq)

I ordered the Double Bacon Burger (Smoked bacon piled high topped with cheddar cheese, green onion sauce, vine ripe tomatoes and spring mix).

Afterwards, we headed out to do some walking. Y'all this is something that I love about Natchez. Justin and I can park our car facing the Mississippi River and walk back towards and all through the downtown area. It is open and clean and very nice. If, however, you are already hot, June is not a good time to attempt walking without a plan. We had no plan. We walked into a few stores & then prayed we would find another with air conditioning. At one point we walked back to the restaurant just to buy a drink. We were just about to give up when we came across this one store that had caught Justin's eye.

Justin picked the Viking duck & I picked the Victorian duck!

Y'all, look what they had! I don't know why, but I have had a secret soft spot for rubber ducks for some time. I always want to buy the really cute ones that I see, but always leave them behind. For $1.75 during a special trip, I gave in. They had every kind imaginable- Christmas themed, Pirates, Nurses, Armed Forces, Construction...the list goes on.

With our ducks in hand, we walked back out into the heat. We made the block again and sighed. It was only 1:30 and we had done all we could think to do. The stores we remembered had either moved (and we were too hot to look for them any longer) or they were closed. Now please know there are museums and homes to tour in the area, but neither of us had planned on it yesterday and we had become so hot that touring a nice home was no longer an option.

View from the river- part of the downtown area.

Walking back to the car, we stopped for nothing. We hopped inside and turned the air on full blast. Only a southerner could create such a beautiful, wonderful necessity! I am sure the police officer parked nearby was having a good laugh at us. Even we were laughing at ourselves. As soon as the air kicked in and we could both breath steadily, we got back out again. We walked along the path to snap a few pictures because, in spite of the short time that we were there, we really did visit Natchez yesterday.

Me in my new favorite shirt. Love it!

Justin was having way too much fun snapping pictures. See the eyelet tennies? I was ready for some serious walking!

Me exclaiming "OWWW!"

He even caught one of me smacking my hand on the bars after catching an ant on my arm.

I caught a few of him, too. Have to love that "Captain" pose. :)

After getting home, we decided to stay out a while longer. Yes, even with this temperature! Only in the south! :)

100 degrees at 4:30 in the afternoon!

Altogether, it was a great start to the weekend & Justin enjoyed his break! Hope y'all are having a good weekend with your loved ones as well!

Real Love

Across the street, in a bright blue house, there lives a family. They moved in about a month after we did. While we immediately became accustomed to their older son's 4:00 basketball games at their grandparents home (next door), it is their other outdoor activities that has caught our attention. I know, we sound crazy right about now, but let me explain.

They have a little boy- an adorable, little boy with a bowl-cut haircut and chubby little arms and legs that can not be more than 3 years old. I fell in love the first time I saw him attempt to run away with his older brother's basketball. Poor thing, his brother yelled and ordered him to drop it. He was on the run too, but coming to the end of the driveway he realized he had hit a dead end. With as much defiance as he could muster, he dropped threw the ball as hard as his little arms could manage without falling forward. As his brother rushed to recapture his claim, the little boy heaved a heavy sigh and stormed off into the house. I love when he wanders into our yard while visiting his grandparents. I think it's adorable that his grandparents bought him his own basketball goal. My husband, while equally amused, is more interested in studying their dad.

Y'all, it is adorable. My husband is in awe of our neighbor. He thinks he is "the coolest dad". His eyes light up when the whole family comes out to play baseball in the 12x12 yard. He smiles when the dad knocks brushes past his toddler to steal base. He points out when the dad picks his toddler up for the winning shot in basketball. Oh, and the day the dad rode in a little red wagon attached to a mini-four wheeler with his toddler driving...let's just say it is on my husband's bucket list now. :)

Daddy and me a long, long, LONG time ago!

While I think of my parents as the example of what parents ought to be, I'm sorry to say that my husband does not have the same gift. I wish...no, I don't wish that I could understand why some parents can be as they are. I don't understand how someone can need you so much and be so helpless, that you can be their only hope, and you can overlook them. How can you miss their want? How can you miss the simplest things? Not just miss it. How can you see it and ignore it? How you refuse a child a hug or a goodnight kiss? How can you want to push them away or purposely break their hearts?

I never doubted that I was loved. I never truly wanted for anything. As a child I am sure there was a toy or two that I thought I could not be happy until I had it for myself, but what child doesn't think that from time to time. Truth is, my happiness rested on no toy. The only time I was ever upset was when I was in trouble. Feeling as though I had let my parents down bothered me more than anything. The fear that what I had done was unforgiveable scared me more. Yet it never failed. Daddy would often hug me immediately afterwards. That in itself hurt more than the punishment because it reminded me that I had hurt someone who loved me. My mother would soon start to play or talk with me after my punishment was over though. Nothing, nothing ever appeared unforgiveable to them, even when what I did hurt them the most. They never gave up on me or pushed me away. They always talked to me. No matter if they received the responses they wanted so much to hear from me, they never stopped talking. They never stopped telling me how important my feelings, my thoughts, my wants were. They always wanted things clear between us. It was perhaps the thing I deprived them the most of, though it was no fault of their own. It was mine. Even so, I know without any doubt that I have the most wonderful parents- the most loving and caring parents. My parents gifted me with happiness. They dried tears, taught me to ride a bike, played barbies, and gave me siblings to play with. They gave us a home full of love that was safe and happy. They gave me the gift to choose- to make my own decisions & to accept my own mistakes. They gave me the gift of responsibility and the pride of a job well done. They gave me love- real love.

I have braces, so I'm guessing 16, 11, 6. This was actually one of the few times they got me in the pool!

When you marry the person you love, you want to create all of these new memories. A lot of memories that you love you think you can create again and relive it from now on with your husband or wife. My husband missed out on so much; little things like Disney movies, or slice and bake cookies, or dessert for dinner and dinner for dessert, or kids meals. I can do all of these things with him. We can play games and my sister and brother seem more than happy to welcome him into sister/brotherly teasing and taunting. My mother can bake her family-famous meals and welcome him with hugs. Daddy can open up a little more each time and joke like we all know he does and even offer bits of advice and encouragement when he sees the chance. What I can't do though is give him back what he missed. I can't keep him from knowing the feelings that haunt him of being pushed away or left behind. I can't replace any of it and it is one of the hardest things I have ever had to know because there is an unfairness to it all. I know life is not fair, but when you are brought up to stick up for those who can't stick up for themselves, to love unconditionally, and to treasure memories and make your own, and to share every happiness you know...it makes it a hard fact to accept. It makes me miss my family more and it makes me appreciate them more than I thought I did before.

I have hope though. One day we might have children and the combination of my want to give what I was given and my husband's want to give what he wanted, our children will never go unloved. Actually, in between us, my parents, my sister, my brother, and his grandparents they will certainly always know love. :) I just wish everyone could know what I have enjoyed my entire life.

P.S. If you never see a picture of my mother on here, I promise she exist. She knows where I live though and I know she'd beat my adult butt if I posted her picture. That said, my sister and I look just like her! :)

Our Honeymoon

Okay, I have to thank my husband for this post. I had forgotten that our honeymoon pictures were on his phone until he sent me a few the other day. Now I can finally tell you about the trip that followed our wedding!

First of all, I stepped back from the honeymoon plans just a few weeks into our engagement. My reasoning was...
1. He needed a project. I'm sort of a control-freak and I was tired of explaining every choice I made where colors and food were concerned. At the same time, I knew he wanted to be involved, too.
2. He was paying for the trip, and it seemed wrong at the time for me to have the sole say.
3. He would be driving, so it only seemed fair he choose the distance.
4. He had never been anywhere. I wanted him to enjoy choosing this vacation.
Now don't misunderstand either. I did not leave him to guess his way through it. I made a few requests so he would have an idea what to look for (ex. secluded, woods, cabin, small town). Goodness, did he come through! He actually chose one of my favorite places- Blue Ridge, Georgia. He looked through the long lists of cabin rentals and narrowed it down to about seven. From there he let me have the final say. Ladies, I have to tell you that this was a huge relief. He even went so far as to book us a hotel only four hours away from our wedding for our first night.

We left our wedding ceremony (officially) around 6:00. My mother actually packed us 2 jugs of homemade apple cider, snickerdoodles, cakepops, caramel apples, and several paper plates and napkins for our trip. After stopping at Chickfila for dinner (because, let's face it, you are starving after your wedding), we made our way to Meridian, MS.


Front of our cabin

We woke up the next morning at 9 and quickly got ready to leave. Rather than opt for a McDonalds breakfast, we ordered two burgers and medium fries for us both. Crazy? I still think so. We drove for the next 8 hours, stopping only for gas and to stretch our legs. Unfortunately, after a snack break around 3:00, I was plastered to the passenger seat in pain the rest of the way. I still don't know what it was (maybe stress) that caused the sharp pains in my upper abdomen, but I could not move and I refused to let my husband know this as it occurred. I later found out he wasn't feeling too great either and nearly asked me to drive for a little bit, but thought I was asleep next to him. Ha! Lovely start, right! 

Living room- Yep, that is the front door to the left. No blinds , so we put up blankets because it was just creepy

We reached Blue Ridge around 6:00 that afternoon. Our first stop was Ingles for groceries! It saved us a good deal of money and it was fun being able to practice cooking during that first week. By the time we left the store, it was getting dark. Needless to say, we had an interesting drive around the mountain and up gravel driveways to find our cabin. Once we were there, we were thrilled. It was beautiful.

We ate our first dinner at that bar! It was the first time we had ever had tomato soup and grilled cheese!

We had originally planned to visit Biltmore (2 hours away) while we were there that week, but by Wednesday, my husband confessed he REALLY did not want to get back in the car any sooner than he had to.


Side Porch- took pictures here

Back porch

In fact, he decided we would definitely be stopping in Meridian that Friday because he could not handle 12 hours in the car in one day. I agreed, but we did have to go to town later that day. When we got back, he snapped a few pictures outside.

Before I forget, we actually heard something up in our room one night. It woke us both up. Justin turned on the light and searched the room and suitcase, but found nothing. It had clearly sounded like something scratching and moving around up there. We were upstairs, too, so it wasn't an animal passing by the room. Weird!

Friday soon arrived and we drove into town. We were ready to head back home and start organizing the million boxes waiting for us. While in town, we decided to grab a bite.

Downtown Blue Ridge, GA

I admit neither of us appreciated the menu with no prices. This in mind, we ordered a bagel with cream cheese, scrambled eggs, and water. Surprisingly, it totaled $7 for both of us together.

L&L Beanery- Our breakfast location that Friday

Still, the women were not very friendly. At one point I had noticed a wall decoration with the price tag still attached and I actually considered the pleasure that would come from telling them of their mistake. I did not actually do it.........but I thought about it. We left and drove another 8 hours, stopping in Meridian again. It was a nice drive, but I got bored. Thank goodness for those extra pens I stash in my purse!

I'm sure I will pay for this when Justin sees this post, but...it's totally worth it. Let me explain the pictures that are not self-explanatory. The infinity sign times infinity refers to the At&t commercial where the little kid says it in response to a question. We love that commercial! The little man on top of the mountain- Mountain Man. My husband decided shaving was not part of his vacation plan, so I teased him and told him he was starting to look like a mountain man. "Will is SO sweet!"- Will is my parents' dog. Will bit him the first time Justin came to their house and was still barking at him at this point. "Nicholas is my HERO!"- Nicholas is my sister's shitzu. Justin and Nicholas sort of hate each other. If Nicholas fell in a well, Justin would fall over laughing and then stand at the well taunting him. If Justin fell in a well, Nicholas would bark until he was hoarse and then find the lid. Yeah, they have relationship issues to work out.

Well, this was our trip. Hope you enjoyed the pictures!

My New Office Space

So if you have been keeping up with our new house, you already know the story of our separate office spaces. What you may not know is that in recent months I have been pinning away on Pinterest. I could hardly wait to work on my own desk area, and last week I was finally able to do just that.

Before

We made a trip to the store and bought a different shelf for my desk. (No more Better Homes & Gardens for us.) Apparently there is an option to buy the metal supports and screws together, with a shelf pre-cut and painted.

New Organizational Area
Important Folders / Writing Notebook / Pencil Bouquet / Info Box / Office Supply Box / Paperclip Mug
Bulletin Board / Mail Holders

I taped off a frame around my board and painted it with bright turquoise acrylic. I used my copper and gold sharpies for the polka dots on the frame and for the writing in the middle.
Originally, I had wanted to find and purchase a mail divider for the wall by my desk. It was not as easy as I'd hoped. All I could seem to find were the plain plastic ones. Thankfully, I had another idea. I still had frames from our wedding (painted and ready for use).

Frames (construction paper centers) / Craft Glue / Ribbon / Scissors / Paint Pen (sorry, not pictured)

I cut the ribbon at about 3 inches. I flipped the frames upside down & then glued the ends of the ribbon on the back stands.

I used my paint pen to title each frame. (I need to work on my chalkboard print, I know.)

Since I already had all of these supplies on hand, this project cost us nothing! That said, each frame was originally $2 at Michaels (the most expensive of these supplies). My mother had spray painted them with copper and silver paint she already had on hand. She even aged them a bit with a dry brush and acrylic paint before cutting construction paper to fit. While originally for our wedding, I was thrilled to find these left over for use in our home.
This is my new area!

My office space!

I hope you enjoyed the pictures. Have a great weekend!
-Paige

The Grass Is Always Greener When You Mow Your Own Grass

Of the projects my husband and I have completed in the last couple of months, there is one that sticks out to us the most. Now it is rather surprising, at least to us, that this one project should be as tiring as it is inspiring. I thought when I hung the homemade "G" wreath on the front door that it was officially our home. I thought when we painted the living room brown that it was our home. I thought when we moved the last box in that it was FINALLY our home. I was wrong. Those were mere distractions from the truly HOME-defining moment that awaited us.

See those straight lines!

We were glad to see that the front yard had been mowed especially for us on April 15th. We were even understanding of the jungle growing in the backyard on April 15th. (You would have to be. One step on the side of the house let you know it was the Rain Forest back there.) While we waited for solid ground to appear over the next few weeks, we bought our lawnmower, our weedeater, a quart of oil, a container of gas, and even made a trip to town for gas. Justin was apprehensive about the yard. He had never weedeated before, and a bad experience with the mower as a child left him cautious of it as well. One too many experiences with weeds slinging out and stinging my legs had left me weary of the weedeater, however I did know how to mow. It had just been a really, really, REALLY long time since I had actually mowed. Truth is, until we have kids, neither of us even intended on going out in the yard. Nevertheless, three weeks after we moved into our house, Justin and I doned our jeans and shorts and short sleeve shirts and headed out to work. We weren't outside 20 minutes before my head was pounding. Justin looked perfectly content with his weedeater, and I felt bad stopping him just as he was getting comfortable. I didn't mean to, but my ever-protective husband took note of the mower stopping and followed me inside. It wasn't the first break either. We stopped to raise the mower, lower it one inch, lower it another inch. We stopped to give the mower more gas. We stopped when his battery ran out in his weedeater, and then we took turns with the mower for a few minutes.

View from our front door

Oh, and when all the grass was cut, we complained about the mud that we had brought in the house. We complained about the battery in the weedeater and its short lifespan. We complained that it was hot. We even managed a newlywed "discussion" on the right ways and wrong ways of mowing and why I am "OCD" when it comes to blades of grass. It took us nearly 45 minutes to find our way to the shower after we were through, and afterwards we were too tired to continue talking about anything. We both thought we would fall asleep in the 5 minutes it took us to find salad mix in Brookshires that afternoon, and then my husband argued he wasn't even certain he was hungry enough for a salad when we got home. (Look, it was salad or roast. I was tired too, but we had to eat and at least I was calm and logical enough to think of making a salad instead.)


All of that said, when I looked outside after dinner, I smiled. This house was officially home that day. I laughed at my own stupidity. While my parents and brother and sister would all read this and say "Duh, Paige!" right about now, this was all a surprising revelation to me. I hadn't gone 10 minutes into mowing our yard before I began thinking of the possibilities that awaited us outside. I looked at the shed in the back and thought "We need to paint that. It needs it.". I walked back and forth past the large tree in the back corner and thought longingly "We need two chairs back here- just two- to cool down on days like today." I frowned at every blade of grass we missed. (I am totally my parents' daughter now.) I smiled at how nice it all looked afterwards. This was home.

View from under our tree

While we may have begun to mow our yard for the first time that day with no more reason than that it is simply what you do, we finished with a completely different outlook on the entire task. We fell asleep happy that night. We had talked ourselves crazy, noting what we could do better, what we could do next time. We spent at least a week backing out of the driveway with pride as we looked at our yard, and then we both ran hands through our hair watching it grow back and being flooded out of our yard for another two weeks. When Saturday rolled around this past weekend, we practically ran out to the yard. We had a game plan- together. We were prepared. We weren't mowing our grass because it was expected. We were mowing our yard because it was ours and you take care of what's yours. You take pride in your work. You sweat and get sticky and go inside every 30 minutes or so to lay on the cold, hard floor in your house, listening to your heart pound in your ears as you cool down. With your hand you pluck the rebellious tall blades that mock you as you pass by because after you have just spent the last hour or two (or however long it may take) working to make your yard look pretty, you will not forgive or overlook even one blade.

Sunday afternoon, we made a trip to Target. There, we found our new mat for the front door. The one before was so worn that it brought in more dirt than it kept out. This one is happy! My husband even laughed when I bought a broom just for the outside. I told him I hated spending all that time mowing to make the yard look pretty, only to make our walkway look like an abandoned path.

We were taking a picture to show my sister I could actually not match. Our new mat is under me!!!

Oh, and what can I say? I owe my parents a huge thank you and one large apology. I am sorry to say I may have sort of, kind of, more than likely, definitely been a yard work snob in the past...especially when I was about 15 and they were trying to encourage me to volunteer to mow. Not only did I never volunteer for a lesson, when they finally made me learn, Daddy was incredibly patient. Disappointed as I know they both must have been with my grim outlook on the entire affair and my vanity and the foolish idea of how I thought it made me look, they ignored my pouting and complaining and kept me in the family anyway. Trust me, I was born to the most loving family on earth. If they hadn't pushed me to learn and been patient at that, I would not have a clue how to take care of our yard. In fact, I may have just not tried for fear of looking stupid (which I would have succeeded in doing, I'm sure). I wouldn't have known how to help show my husband and I would not have been so patient with him if someone had not been so patient with me a long time ago.

View of our backyard. See that tree just definitely needs two chairs to cool down in on hot days!

I tell all of this to say, our house was just not truly our own until we ventured out into the yard. Our little inside-selves have actually begun discussing outside sports in the backyard. The idea of sweet tea under the tree in the backyard sounds much too tempting for us now. We are no longer thinking "Well, after we have kids, we'll put in...". No, no, we are thinking now. We are thinking of how to enjoy our hard work more often ourselves. If you have deprived yourselves of the joy in looking after your yard, I encourage you to rethink this. It is worth every minute, we think.
Happy Cutting!
-Paige
P.S. Justin's grandmother shared a tip with us. Salt kills weeds. I'm heading outside in a few days to pour a little rain of salt on our culprits in the driveway to see this for myself. If it works, it will save us some money & spruce up the concrete as well.

Our Bedroom!

I know. I know. I am so far behind. Truth is, our room is still not "done". Then again, from what I have seen, making a home home is never truly done. I am still a little worried about the curtains. Every time I go to pull out the sewing machine something comes up. Hopefully I will have them up soon though. In the meantime, this is our room!


Before (No, ceiling fan! Can you believe? In the south this is a no, no . Trust me!)

Before

We were able to paint our room during the first weekend we were there. Our first night in the house was Easter. This was our makeshift tv stand. :)

Unfortunately, we were not able to hang blinds during the first week were there working on the house. Our first night was spent with makeshift curtains (duct tape and tablecloths).

First Night in House

First Night in House

Thankfully, my parents actually came by and offered to help with a few things that they knew we were having trouble with. Blinds were huge on our list! They hung them in our bedroom and in the living room for us. Blinds are WONDERFUL!!!!!


I repainted this frame above our bed. That wonderful antiquing medium acrylic I talk about all of the time turned our white frame into our aged frame. Pretty easy to see which baby picture belongs to who, right? :)

These His and Hers hangers beside our closet were collected for my future bathroom years ago. They never had the chance to hang there. They fit our room nicely though. I'm thinking stockings for them come Christmas.

These shelves were ridiculously troublesome. Warning: These were Better Homes & Gardens shelves. First of all, they advertise as shelve(s), not one shelf. That was my first mistake. Second of all, these floating shelves had the worst directions I have ever seen and I am not just saying that because we are new to home projects by ourselves. My sweet husband did hang them Saturday though!

The rocking chair is on loan from my mother. I love it in our room!

Framed- my rings, front of my dress, my shoes  Items- my garter, my earrings, my bouquet

Framed- our wedding invitation (& envelope) & wedding picture     Items- our wedding cup, cake topper, his boutonniere

There is one more thing. Justin's grandmother began knitting us an afghan about a month after we were married. She used our wedding colors for the pattern and estimated it would be finished in a year. Well, she finished today and surprised us with it at lunch. It was incredibly sweet of her and we are both excited to have it.

Brown, Red, Purple, Burnt Orange

I hope you have enjoyed the pictures!