Watch out Sesame Street, the abc’s are all grown up and going glam. Can you guess what these gold magnetic letters were in another life? Yep, those cheap, neon, plastic magnets we all had as kids. A couple weeks ago I helped my friend Hannah with a bridesmaids’ brunch she was hosting, and these little signs were my favorite project from the event.

This DIY is pretty much self explanatory. Spray paint metal trays black. Spray paint letters gold. Allow both to fully dry before sticking magnet letters to the tray. Voila. You could use any combination of colors for the metal trays and magnets. How cute would these be in a kitchen with a little message like “kiss the cook” or in a kid’s room with their name?
I bought a gold pen and made the juice labels late one night after baby girl went to bed. These were my third version. I find it relaxing to sit and write…Such a shift from all the typing I normally do.
Aside from these gold magnetic letters being one of the easiest projects I’ve done in a while, it uses my new favorite color combo. I’m really drawn to black, white, and gold lately. I find myself wanting to paint every room in my house white, and buy a bunch of black accents for the walls . Mix in some warm wood tones and some live greenery (in the dream land where I can actually keep plants alive). Heaven. Kind of like this place or this one.






Gemma has reached a point where diaper changes are an annoying interruption to her play time. She squirms and kicks, looking around for something to keep her occupied while I work fast to swap a clean diaper for a dirty one. If she could, she would probably be saying, “I’m bored here, lady. Hurry it up”.
I’m not sure how much longer this little board will hold her attention, but I figure the good thing about the velcro is that I can keep changing out the shapes. The foam is nice because she can bend it, put it in her mouth, and it still bounces back.
Earlier this week I promised to show how I made my table cloth from the 

The irony of a self proclaimed “black thumb” throwing a garden party is not lost on me. I had originally planned to host this brunch outdoors, but 89 degree heat at 10:30am had me scrambling to rearrange furniture, and my living room acted as an air conditioned “garden”.




I tried my hand at a painted floral table cloth (DIY coming later this week), and the lovely folks at 




And then there were babies…lots of babies. Out of six of us girls from college, four had babies this year. Now we are all mommas with nine babies between us! I so vividly remember an autumn evening about 11 years ago as we walked back from an intramural football game. We came to conclusion that we were going to be each others “real grown-up friends”, the kind who are bridesmaids in your wedding and who your kids call “aunt”. Since that night we have been through graduations, weddings, death of loved ones, getting jobs, losing jobs and all the ups and downs that your 20’s bring. I guess somewhere along the way we did become “grown-ups”, but none of us remember exactly when that happened.
These girls have literally shaped who I am as a person, especially this one. This girl who can come over unannounced and I never bother to straighten up the house or put on makeup. This girl who will always share two desserts with me. This girl who will use a hair brush as a microphone when we sing old school Destiny’s Child on road trips. This girl who I have prayed and laughed and cried and gorged on ice cream with more times than anyone else. This girl who is taking a massive step of faith and seeing new doors open for her family. This girl who does not share my blood or upbringing but most definitely is my sister.
Have you ever heard of a sip-and-see style baby shower? I hadn’t until recently when we hosted one for some of our closest friends and their brand new baby boy, Zane. Basically, it’s a baby shower that happens after the baby is born, so friends and family can bring gifts and also sneak a peak at the new arrival. By the time baby number two or three comes around, parents don’t need too many of the big ticket items, so there’s no need to have the shower before bebe arrives.Zane’s shower felt more like a party that a traditional shower, which can be a bit awkward at times…You (the mama) are dressed up and opening all these gifts with everyone watching while you are huge and miserable and uber pregnant. You’d rather be on the couch with your gigantic feet propped up rather than try to appear semi decent for pictures. Wait, was that just me? (Disclaimer: I loved 







This was most definitely a family event. Husbands, kids, and babies flooded our house and backyard. Oh, the babies…Have I mentioned that 2013 has been dubbed “the year of the babies” in our circle of friends? These are just four of the eight babies that will be here by year’s end. We’re realizing that when they outnumber us, we might have a problem. Until then, there will be lots of swapping clothes, toys, strollers and advice. It is so nice to be a first time mom with all of these ladies in my life to help.
Zane and his momma Meghan, Darby and Dana, Gemma and me, Winnie and Lyndsey. (Gemma decided to be a party pooper and nap through all the pics.)
…Finally, a tuckered out baby boy. A “Noble” one indeed.
I realize that to most people, Texans seem like a pompous breed who never shut up about the glories of their state. As a native Texan living in the Midwest for the last decade, I’m sure I have deserved the eye rolls and slightly annoyed shrugs when I rave about kolaches, REAL Tex Mex, Longhorn football, and the magical utopia of a city named Austin. However, we Texans take our chips and dip extremely seriously…and so should you. (See the cockiness coming out? Man, it just pops up out of no where and feels like a comfortable old sweater.)









Ok, now let’s chat about this gorgeous
I’m going to be honest…Our bedroom is not the only neglected room in our house. The upstairs guest bedroom is a catch-all space for anything and everything (including items going to the garage sale this summer). Our laundry room is so disorganized that it’s barely functional. We still have Stu’s college couch with a Wal-Mart slipcover in our formal living room. After three years in this house, I assumed that I’d have all the rooms finished by now. HA! The joke’s on me. It can be frustrating, but I have to remind myself that designing your home is a process…a long, drawn out, and sometimes painful process. At some point during this process you may even realize that you already want to change up some rooms you redecorated a couple years ago. (Oops. Is my husband reading this?)






