One or Two?

Okay, you have to see this video.

Isn't the cutest thing ever?

Inspiration Paper

On the same note as yesterday's post, I've once again taken my mother's advice.

She told me a while back about finding a swatch of material that I really liked and use that as my inspiration for decorating. Since I seem to have a problem with following advice word for word, I chose stationary as my inspiration for the wedding party.

This time, I did it again. I chose scrap-booking paper I found online as the inspiration for my kitchen. I absolutely adore it. I think it's name is one of it's major selling points. Dutch Woodwork. It just seems so quaint and vintage, all wrapped up in one.

Not only does this paper have an awesome design on it, but it incorporates all the colors Jeff and I love.
Did I ever mention Jeff loves red?
Or my obsession with green? Does a green apple KitchenAid pop into mind?

Unfortunately, inspiration is one thing and motivation is entirely different.
Come on, Mom- I need some advice for that!!

I'd love to hear yours, as well.

Another Shot...

We're planning on having a party to celebration our marriage and when better to have it, but on our one-year anniversary.

As I begin the process of planning this event, I would like to share with you the little details. I know how easy it is to get caught up in all the hoopa-la and never appreciate the little things. I hope you don't mind!

I found this stationary for the invitations. I've decided to use this for the 'theme.' Sometimes, my Mom comes up with the best ideas!

Another Step...

I had such a good idea for a blog post today, along with my sister's move. It was so awesome, so creative! I was walking to my lab today, rehearsing what I wanted to post this evening and even thought, I should write this down so I can rewrite it word for word.

I didn't.

I forgot.

Unless I remember, while I write my other thoughts on today, I guess I'm going to have to wait for those creative juices to flow again another day.


Ah, Lindsey's move. I really did not expect it to hit me like this. For months, I watched her pack. I watched her make purchases here and there for her new place. She has new plates, new coffeemaker, silverware and root beer. Today, after class I came over to help. My parents, Lindsey and I moved a few of the little things and basically prepped for the rest of the move tonight. My Mom and I returned home to finish packing the rest of Lindsey's stuff, while Lindsey went to class. When I was home, stuffing her belongings into boxes, the reality of this decision really hit me.

I've seen other people move. It's not a big deal. So you move. You pack up all your stuff, buy new stuff and acquire more "stuff" to pay for. What's the fun in that? Paying $800 a month, just to be able to sit in your underwear, eating ice cream, watching a movie, all by your lonesome? All on your dollar? Having people come over and trash your bathroom, drop pizza on your white carpet and tell you 'you're awesome?'

It's so much more then that, especially for women. It's a right of passage. It's the ability to be who you are and show it.

Why am I trying to cover this up?
I'm sad.
I'm sad to see the end of another time.
I'm sad to be growing up and with my growth, comes loss. The loss of memories and experiences that will never happen again.

I'm sad that now, instead of two little girls "playing apartment," it's now the real thing. Instead of pretend letters, real ones. Instead of stuffed animals, real dogs.

This is going to take some getting used to.