Home Redo Update

Thus far...  The bedroom is finished thanks to my mom's handiwork with a sewing machine- new pillows and curtains 

And new curtains in the dining area and kitchen

And oh yea I covered my "bright idea." Thank the Lord. Hallelujah.

We now have a calm neutral colored kitchen with fun accents- ie my obsessiveness with Coton Colors and the newest addition to the collection. THE leopard bowl. Omg. 

 

By no means am I a fabulous photographer... I made a B in that class. 

Actualy pictures of complete room redos will come as soon as I put the seal of approval on them, but right now I'm a little too excited about my latest DIY project that saved quite the pretty penny. 

After getting rid of the big comfy couch- thank you Lee family for removing it from our living room and giving it a new home- we brought in our loveseat from the mancave/hunting room/extra thing. We have gone back and forth about what to do with it and so after watching a youtube video I gathered some gumption and said here we go. With my handy staple gun and 3 sets of Walmart curtains I began recovering the loveseat. 

Now how did I figure it out? I made it up as I went. That's how. 

What I did to one side, I cut the same pattern for the other. 

No it isn't upholstery fabric, but what 22 yr old honestly has $500 laying around to play with to buy 10 yards of fabric for an old loveseat along with another couple hundred to pay someone to recover it for them? 

No says I. 

So as I said. I watched my video and away we went. 

I truely think Andy thought I was going to ruin the thing.

I partly thought I would too, but this time I wouln't have pregnancy to blame my brilliance on. 

BUT my brilliance was actually brilliance this time.

Booyah. 

The only downfall was that I needed one morw curtain for the last 2 cushions. Other than that, it's pretty spectacular if I do say so myself. 

Yes. I still have everything strewn out trying to find things a home. 

Ignore it. 

I'm pretty proud of the $30 couch redo. So still sticking with my design on a dime, I'm awaiting the delivery of a lampshade, 3 pillows, and the new curtains from walmart.com. Stay tuned for finished products. 

Quote of the Year

I have bad habits. I do. I'm messy when I do projects. I chew on the inside of my mouth. I pick at pimples. I make quick decisions sometimes too quickly. I have to count  things a certain way. 

Etc. etc. etc.

I also tend to put my feelings and emotions into situations I can't control. Or according to most people what little emotion and heartfelt warmth I have left in my black and heartless soul. 

**disclaimer- no I do not have a black soul nor am I heartless. My husband tends to claim I appear emptionless or cold at times. I.e. It is a joke. 

See previous post by the way. 

Therefore, my new favorite quote I'll be tattooing to my forehead for when I gaze into my mirror every morning.   

Not my circus, not my monkeys. 

I have my own circus and own crew of monkeys to deal with. I do not need to add more to my circus. We have plenty and are at max capacity thank you. 

Unless I plan to tame your monkeys for you, in which I would then take custody upon such occurance, I will then invite you to my circus and provide the popcorn free of charge. 

Until then, mind your own monkeys. 

Hard Knock Life

Today has been a hard day. But in reality I have business saying such words. I don't know the true meaning of the statement, but in comparison to normal days it was. The type of day in which I have been reminding myself over and over, "not everyone gets a crown."  I.e. My own words I use to explain to my dance kids things aren't always fair. 

Today was one of those days I needed to tattoo that on my own forehead, backwards, in black ink, font size 48, arial script so I could read it everytime I looked at myself.

Life is not always fair, situational outcomes are almost never fair, and I being the control freak I am-have a very hard time with that. 

I was the kid in school that hated group projects because I couldn't do it all. 

I can't take it. 

It's not always fair. Fair really has no relevancy or place in describing life events. Not every kid gets a trophy. Not every beauty queen deserves or recieves a crown. If a child doesn't win, teach them to be a graceful loser. 

If I grew up thinking everything would be given to me so things could be fair, I wouldn't have learned to work for what I wanted- even if in the end I didn't actually get what I thought I had earned or deserved. You get over it. Move on. 

Today was hard to overcome that. It's not fair. Why. Why. Why. 

But then I look around. 

My husband let me do what I wanted to our home when I redecorated. 

We have a gorgeous 4 month old. 

We have a pair of adorably humanlinke furbabies. 

We both have wonderful parents and siblings we love dearly and love us unconditionally. 

So what do I have to ask why about or what do I believe is unfair?

Nothing apparently. 

You get over it. Move on. 

Not everyone gets a crown. Nor do you always deserve it. Look past it. Be thankful for what you already have.