September is here, school is back in session, the leaves are starting change colors, the hours of daylight are getting shorter and the pumpkin spice EVERYTHING craze has returned. I was recently visiting a trendy health and wellness website and kept seeing articles that contained PS in the title. I finally stopped scrolling to dig…
I still remember waiting for my very first Cricut Explore to arrive in the mail. As someone who loves Pinterest I had been seeing the awesome projects that people were creating with their Cricuts and I was positive it would quickly become a craft room staple for me. As I counted down the days, waiting…
The warm weather has finally hit and I could not be more excited. My birthday is in the summer and it has always been my favorite season. When I was a child I loved the summer because there was no school, I got to stay up late, and almost every single day was spent at…
One of my very first kitchen memories is standing on a stool in my mom’s kitchen, holding the electric mixer that used to be her mom’s and making whipped cream. I remember the feeling of anticipation as I watched the beaters slowly thicken the whipping cream, knowing that my mom would let my sister and…
I have memories from childhood of the scent of turkey broth simmering on our stove. Every Thanksgiving my mom would take the carcass from our Thanksgiving turkey and make broth with it. The whole house would fill with the scent of turkey broth– it made the house feel warm, comforting, and like you wanted to…
My dad is a builder who creates custom homes for a living. The houses he builds are beautiful, filled with custom elements and beautiful design work. I have a dream of one day having my dad build us a house, unfortunately we live in Canada and he is in the US making it pretty much impossible. …
This is Turtle. Turtle is 2 years old. He loves helping mommy in the kitchen, walking around the house with no pants on and acting like a monkey. He is in all places at all times. Bouncing on the couch, climbing on chairs to reach the kitchen, destroying his sister’s Barbie Dreamhouse, dancing, running,…
Do you have a room in your house that you hate? A room that you try to ignore as much as possible because it kills you that this atrocity lives in your house? For me, that room is our kitchen. When we first moved into our new (old) house, I swore up and down that…