Don't you just love a new year?

Ok, it's February but this has been in the works for a 'lil bit now. And why we need a new year for good stuff to begin is silly. But, there is a certain magic about it that you just can't deny. It's full of possibilities. Especially this one. For myself and my family. (And maybe you, too!)

Our little Henry - 18 months and ready for Mardi Gras

Our little Henry - 18 months and ready for Mardi Gras

2015 was a transformative year. Our son was still in infant mode and needing us every second of the day. I willingly took on this job of caring for him every second of the day because duh, I'm his mom and also because I decided to leave my non-mom job to stay home with him. It's so hard to be at an unfulfilling job when your little person is at home with a nanny that thinks he cries too much. Nothing wrong with having a nanny but we were in the fortunate position to try to make it work...plus, yeah he cries a lot, lady, he's a BABY. And while I know I’m extremely fortunate to be at home, sometimes I can appreciate this gift more than other times. This is no epiphany. Staying at home has been hard for moms since the beginning of time. And I think those moms also came to the conclusion that life cannot center around the little monkeys in the house or mom will go mental and the husbands will go equally mental trying to figure out how to get their (mostly) kind and loving wives back. But I do feel blessed. I'm able to see him change and grow right before my eyes. Sometimes so gradually I don’t even notice it, and sometimes in a matter of minutes. As I sit here and think about it, I want to cry. He's upstairs sleeping. I wanted it to be bedtime so badly but now I miss him and want to snuggle him. Until I remember he hates snuggling, and I want him to go to bed again.

Anyway, like all sane people would do, we decide a new baby is not enough change so we sell our condo in the city and buy a house in the suburbs where we know a total of four people, two of which are under the age of 7. And, naturally, I start semi-renovating and wholly redecorating said house. Sounds fun in theory but all this change is HARD. I've been handling all of it with probably a lot less grace than expected or probably just as much grace as some expected (i.e. my husband, my good friends, and basically everyone that really knows me). There's been crying and whoa is me-ing until my husband talks me off the ledge, we figure it out and all is well again. Rinse and repeat. 

Our new home - Wheaton, IL 

Our new home - Wheaton, IL 

But, in this new year with it's new possibilities, I've decided I want to look back at this time and remember the joy and not the crappy insignificant stuff that I've been dwelling on. I want to feel proud of who I was as a wife and mom and also what I did for me which in turn did something for them because I packed up my crazy and focused on a thing that makes me so happy I can't help but be a better human person for it. Right? Anyway, back to new possibilities...

My sweet husband, Mike

My sweet husband, Mike

"This is going to be a good year." These are the words of my biggest fan. My husband. Ever since we met I've been messing with his stuff. Selling his furniture, buying new, buying vintage, refinishing, painting, re-painting, ripping apart kitchens and hiring people to build them back up (but better), organizing, tidying, vignett-ing. It's in my blood. To the core. Handed down from a self-professed antiquing, thrifting, neat-freaking, ebay-ing huntress. Only my mother truly understands this sickness...a whole other blog post on that one, folks. Home design and interior styling is something I've obsessed over since before I even knew what it was. For years, friends and family would compliment the style of my little places and encourage me to start something of my own. Insert eye roll emoji here (from moi). Let's get real people, I have billz to pay. But here, now, I find myself in this place in time where it appears to be exactly what to do. And my level-headed, handsome husband, Mike, always my champion, is the reason we're here right now (hopefully you're still with me). Out of the will to bring back his old, new wife or his genuine belief in my ability (he will tell you the latter, I think probably both), he spent the last weekend of our Christmas break together getting me here. Helping me to do something with this love of home design and styling. And yeah I'm agnsty. And nervous. And I have no idea where this road will lead. I just know for certain I would forever regret not trying. 

Sooo...here's my website! And this thing I didn't think I could do is something I'm going to try anyway! So what does this mean? I don't know yet! Only God knows what will happen this year. Hopefully I'll help some people to love their homes even more because they are pretty and maybe even cool and they reflect the cool people that live in them. That's what I want for my home and that's what I want for yours. I hope you'll follow along to see what happens in 2016. Happy New-ish Year, folks! To new possibilities!