Thursday, April 24, 2014

S&J by Homeland

A beautifully styled event + stunning videography = four and half minutes you'll want to keep on repeat. 

from Homeland on Vimeo.

I adore any Homeland video that Molly composes, and isn't this one dreamy?
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Kumbaya Glamping

My uncle laughs when I talk to him about my camping trips. "Who have you become? I don't even know this Meg," he teases me. Granted, we're more glamping than camping, but we're still eating/sleeping/playing outside. He acts like it's a new Meg, but I think it's always been there

Last week we camped in our favorite spot in Campground C of Fall Creek Falls, right by most of the trails and where deer pass by frequently. We're ridiculous when we camp. It's almost sickening how kumbaya we get. I just made dinner on fire/we hiked down a waterfall/our kids play so well with sticks and dirt. It's normal camping stuff, but for us, we are just amazed. Like I said, it's almost sickening how surprisingly giddy we get. Here's the love in pictures:

The mornings are a little painful to get out of the sleeping bag, but they redeem themselves with their slowness. One morning, Burl woke up and the first thing he said was, "That's a good song those birds are singing for us." See. All the love. All the kumbaya. 


One thing I realized during this trip, and this is suppose to be genuine over cheesy, is that camping gives a chance for our kids to impress us. How they adapt and play and try new things is very impressive. I know a lot of families take their babies camping, but when I do it, I'm blown away at Burl and Fern. Two and four years old and they just get in their sleeping bags, ask for a song, then go to sleep. They climb down and back up a waterfall with us. They entertain themselves with ease and joy. Boom. Adaptable toddlers for the win. 

As soon as we got back home, I started planning dates and meals for our next trip. I hope it's another bombastic glamping trip. And I hope there's double servings of kumbaya.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Rig It First

My Aunt Margaret is a real live decorator with great style. She's been helpful when I've had to make a few big changes in my house-mainly paint colors and what to do with the den. Instead of stepping in and giving me rules and guidelines to follow, she helps me visualize what I want. She did this with paint colors and the den, but she does it with little things as well. 

What I'm talking about is rigging things to test them out. For example, before I chose a height for some side tables a few years ago, she was stacked random things and put a huge tray on the top to help me test different heights. Instead of staring at a random spot and using to a measuring tape, she actually made a table to visualize it. It's a simple idea that has helped me with several things. I'm trying to get some more side tables made, so I recently used the same trick again.

I pulled the same trick again with curtains, because I have trouble with window treatments. A desire for beautiful materials + a fear of spending money = a paralyzed Meg. I rigged the curtains with clothespins and took some pictures. Looking at the length of the curtains and the pattern on my wall helped chip away at the fear I have at stepping towards an actual decision. 

Very rarely can I make a decorating decision all in my head. Before I spend time and money on a change in my home, rigging the look first has helped me move forward.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Egg Hunt Party

Over the weekend, a couple friends of mine and I put together an Egg Hunt. We hid over 400 eggs (baby zone, big kid zone, and nut free zone) and served lemonade, mint tea, and bottled water. We asked everyone to bring their own picnic to eat after the hunt. Also, I created a photo booth on our garage door with newspaper and construction paper. A few families took advantage of it, which is always good for laughs. We had perfect weather, a huge crowd, and a fun time:

Shout out to my co-hosts who put up with my "we're not having this at a public park" rule and for letting our boys fight until someone gets hurt. Our common mom-of-fighting-boys rule: You can fight, but you will get hurt.

This was the easiest party that I ever threw! Happy Egg Hunting, Friends!
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