Last year some friends gave us a set of old dressers before they moved to the beach. The dressers were in decent shape, but definitely needed a little work. I just knew I was the girl for the job. And so do all my friends, which is why I've never been able to park in our garage. Not once. You win some, you lose some.
It's officially that time of year. You know, the time of year where I no longer seem like a crazy person for doing nonstop Christmas projects in November. And I couldn't be more excited. Virginia and December are like peas and carrots. For lack of a better analogy. It's also that time of year when I finally get to share our Christmas tree with you (and one of my favorite projects ever)!
Hey ya'll! This is the one week of the year that I actually cook stuff, and since me + the kitchen = awkward, I'm already feeling kinda sweaty. I can paint your house for you, but don't ask me to bake something edible. My family knows this and usually just assigns me to bring the rolls...from the freezer aisle. I've decided to conquer my kitchen demons and actually attempt to bake things this year, but it could get scary fast, so wish me luck.
Hey ya'll! So, I've spent this entire week fumbling my way around getting our Christmas tree up. And by fumbling I mean that Jesse assembled my thrift store tree in about 10 minutes (and then went back to doing manly things), and then I spent the next 4 days hotglueing and glittering my way to exhaustion. Oh, to be a man that can wash his hair with dishsoap and exist on nothing but meaty burritos. What a sweet gig.