Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Get 'Em in Your Inbox!

Now you can receive my blog posts in your e-mail inbox!
Simply enter your e-mail address in the space on the left and click "submit."

It's over there.

Such a handy, dandy option.
Now you don't have to remember to check my page.
My posts will be sent directly to you as soon as I write them.
Happy reading!

Monday, March 28, 2011


One day a week or so ago, I decided to join the dog & enjoy some of the sun spilling in our windows.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Greyhouse Visit

Greyhouse is an oh-so-sweet coffee shop in West Lafayette, Indiana. I think my design eyes have been opened: I kept noticing so many interesting details when Holly & I visited last weekend (sorry for being camera-happy while we were there, Holly!).

The "chandelier" was a mass of pipe & light bulbs set in the middle of copper tiles. Visually exciting and functional - love this!

The picture is a bit fuzzy (due to my lack of how-to-use-my-own camera knowledge) but I love the composition of teal wall + wood paneling + leather chairs + rich, warm tapestry hung from the ceiling + my dear friend Holly.

Brick wall with arch detailing? Oh yes. Dark ceiling? Of course. Wood display case acting as a room divider? Yes, indeed. More leather chairs? You know it!
Check out the tile work in the point-of-sale area. I love the small black & white tile. Definitely a vintage vibe going on here.

Look: it's an old door hung sideways and parts of a piano in front of the window to the kitchen area. I believe the door is on hinges and swings upward when they are serving food.

And another part of the piano is used to hold Greyhouse menus.
One more shot of the lovely lounge area. Such a fun spot! Many thanks to Holly's brother, Zach, for suggesting that we hang out there.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Spending time with Miss Holly

A sunshiny, almost-warm Saturday.
Time with my dear friend & roommate from college, Miss Holly Nicole.
Lots of good conversations + chai.
Can't get much better than that.

We met in West Lafayette at this so-cute coffee shop: Greyhouse
(more on that place in another post).

The obligatory shoe picture.

Dinner at Noodles, the first time for both of us.
We had Pad Thai, of course.

Our discussions usually result in pulling out our Bibles.
So encouraging and just what we both needed, I think.

A short walk through a small part of Purdue's campus.


Lovely buildings.

Squirrel! (I actually did yell that mid-conversation.)

A turquoise door! This shot was a must-have.

So enjoyed the get-together with Holly. That girl is a treasure, for sure.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Good day

* Surprise lunch with my father

* Light jacket weather

* Busy morning at work


* Paradise Cafe cookies (2 of them)

* Cute puppy dog (chowing down on an empty peanut butter container)

* Clean house

* Coffee with Holly tomorrow

* Relaxing-ish week

* Carrot spice muffins (that I baked myself)

* A husband who puts up with my drama

* This verse: "let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith..." Hebrews 10.22

It's the little things that make me happy.
It's a good day.

Monday, March 7, 2011

project: Ikea white curtains

I never want to see an Ikea white curtain again (at least not for a few months . . . at least). My mom and I hemmed 8 white curtains a week ago for the library. We had to measure each individually because of the uneven curtains, uneven carpet, and uneven curtain rods. I am deeply indebted to my mother for her help . . . about 7 hours of work and I'm so happy with the result!

This is what the room looked like right after we moved in.

Not bad. But not too good either. Faded & yellowing curtains. Broken curtain rod. Each curtain stretched tight to fight across the window. Varying lengths from shrinkage.

This picture shows how far off the floor one of the curtains was and it drove me nuts. (Parson was trying to get in on the action.)

Broken rod (that they originally fixed with scotch tape). My dad did some genius work with a dowel rod & wood glue to fix it.

Here we are in progress. Ikea curtains are loooong. This job required lots of chatting, measuring, coffee, re-measuring, cutting and measuring again.

We used iron-on tape for the hem and it resulted a firm, clean edge.
The pile of old curtains for Goodwill!

And here's the lovely finished product! You can't tell but the curtains are a softer white with a nice linen-look to the material.

Just skimming the floor now . . .

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

silly me

Sometimes I have such vivid & lively conversations with myself in my head. And then I have a very hard time determining whether I was speaking to myself out loud or if I was only thinking it. In public restrooms this has the possibility of being a very embarrassing situation.


The day: last Thursday, February 24
The time: 3:23 p.m.
The situation: I was leaving for ballet in 22 minutes and just realized that I forgot my dance clothes & shoes
The response: Call Bryce. "Sweetie, could you please run over my stuff right away? The JCrew bag should be on the bed. Not there? Maybe on the floor of my closet? Or perhaps the kitchen table? Hmm. Still not there? Okay, yes, I'll go check the car."
The process: Find my jacket. Go down 6 floors on the elevator. Walk out to the car. And, imagine that, the bag is sitting innocently on my front seat.
The problem: I had absolutely no memory of taking my bag out to the car. Absolutely none.
The diagnosis: Sometimes I am most definitely an airhead.


Last week I was trying to do some sewing with fabric flowers. (This girl who always hurts herself should know by now to be very careful with needles.) In the process of trying to stick a needle through a glob of dried hot-glue, the needle slipped and I stabbed myself underneath the fingernail on my thumb . . . the needle just slid up inside. It bled & hurt really bad (that's an understatement). You can see a blood clot underneath my fingernail and my thumb still is throbbing & tender almost 5 days later. Bryce looked at me very consolingly from the other side of the couch, kindly found a tissue for the blood, and said, "Why weren't you using your thimble?" And I said, "I was! It was on my other hand to catch the needle coming out the other side!"