I’m a DIY and decor blogger who isn’t really that into fall… I’ll give you a minute to pick your jaw up off the floor.
I know. It’s like sacrilege in my world to even whisper that you aren’t into the season that follows summer and precedes winter. I've always felt like our Canadian summers are so short lived and our winters are so harsh, that I don’t want to make time for those ‘between’ seasons - especially when it comes to investing in decor.
These days, I feel, a penny saved is a penny that can be put somewhere more useful - like say a savings account, a new roof fund, that emergency vet bill (those always seem to come out of left field, don’t they?)
I never knew these girls, but I remember them all.
I will remember them for as long as I live.
Karissa was killed by her mother because she got in the way of a relationship with a new man. The ligature used to choke her life away tossed haphazardly in the trash can at a local drive-thru.
If I had a nickel for every unexpected emotion I’ve experienced being pregnant so far, I’d have at least enough money to buy a milkshake. I mean, blogs and articles and books and doctors can attempt prepare you, but I have found it’s those weird unexpected twists and turns that are giving me the biggest and best emotional highs.
We were sitting on the big family room couch, catching up on episodes of Better Call Saul on Netflix. I’d had my late night pregnancy snack and I was ready to just chill and fall asleep.
You know how you put a show on with the intention of sleeping through it? Yeah. That was me.
“Do you think I’ll be able to feel it?” asked my husband.
Normally I’d say “Shut up, you perv… not now!”, but I realized he was talking about the movement of the baby in my belly.
The episodes of any home and design show where desperate young parents plead with a wily and energetic interior designer to help them ‘reclaim their home’ from their kids.
The before images are almost always the same - a living room that looks like it was ravaged by a Toys’R’Us tornado, a dining room table buried in arts and crafts, plastic bins of stuffies and Lego and dinky cars lining the hallways and ‘no place’ for the parents to just be adults.
