The home inspection is complete (and went relatively well!!). We are now in the process of negotiating those details, and even closer to an actual move. So, of course, my mind immediately runs 1,000 mph figuring out when I get to pick up my first paint brush/demolish something. The dining room of this new house… Continue reading Feed Me.
Now let me just tell you that before I was a mother, I would not have thought shopping with a wee one could be that difficult. I mean, you just strap ’em in the buggy (for you non-Southerners, I’m talking about the ‘shopping cart’) and go. I held onto this belief even after my son… Continue reading ME-DATES to Ulta.
Okay. I caved. I bought furniture sans deed or key. But, when you see these end tables, you will (hopefully) understand. In case you don’t see the potential (for $9.99/ea!!!), let me help you: A little elbow grease (ie: sand, stain, and paint) will have these tables looking like Pottery Barn material in no time… Continue reading Hall of Fame and Shame.
What a week. And it’s only Hump Day! Before we moved to the rental we are in now, we lived over in a sweet little neighborhood called Belvoir. One of the best things about being on that side of town was: The Thrift Store is located on Brainerd Road, and it is a gold mine because… Continue reading New Finds & New Mercies.
Oversized, reversible, printed, thrifted vest. Sounds like a nightmare, right? When I first pulled it (and the paired polyester, elastic-waist, black pants) off the rack at Goodwill a few years ago, guess where my mind went? That’s right. Sassy, sarcastic, perpetually vested Dorothy Zbornak from the Golden Girls. I giggled at the mental picture and tossed in my cart because (repeat after… Continue reading Workhorse.
I come by my love for decorating honestly. My sweet mom could make two chopsticks and a plastic Easter basket look like something from Southern Living’s front cover. My husband and I are in the contract/inspection stages of buying our new home in Nashville, and I will soon have plenty of opportunity to stretch my decorating legs. We are currently in the three… Continue reading Small Pieces of a Big Plan.
I love my life, and by most standards it is pretty dern normal. I have no preconceived notions that anyone else will find what is contained here is as interesting as I do. Nevertheless, the mother of a 19 month old wild-man needs an outlet. So here I am. Quick intro… My name is Neely. I’m a Believer. Southern wife to a good-lookin’ Tennessean who… Continue reading Number One.