How I feel when I realize I haven’t posted on this here blog in four months:
There are a lot of things we can blame my lack of posts on. Holiday madness. Parenting madness. General laziness. A nightmare construction project. A nightmare construction project that was filmed for TV. A nightmare construction project that was filmed for TV and IS STILL NOT FINISHED.
(I have a lot of feelings about that, which I’ll write about someday. After the anger subsides, of course.)
Here we are, on the cusp of a new year. 2016 was crummy, but it wasn’t ALL crummy. I mean, this little human is almost ONE FREAKING YEAR OLD.
What in the actual hell, you guys. I know everybody is like, “The time goes by so quickly!” and hearing them say that makes you damn near sever an optic nerve rolling your eyes so hard, but it’s SO TRUE. It’s sickening and thrilling, all at the same time.
See ya later, 2016. It’s been real. It’s been exhausting. And it’s been really good to be a part of this family … even if it did mean living in an 11-by-13-foot room for 4+ months.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
(You probably won’t be surprised to hear that one of my 2017 resolutions is to blog more, which happened to be a resolution last year, too. A gal can dream, right?)
I wasn’t kidding when I said we’re doing yet another home renovation, but oh man, I wish I was.
Here’s the gist: We eat and feed the baby and watch “The Night Of” and do work projects all while lying in bed, because the rest of our furniture is packed away. A flimsy sheet of plastic separates the only livable room – our former living room – from the clouds of construction dust.
Essentially, we’re living in a studio apartment with our 7 month old and the cat.
And when you have two adults, a baby, a cat, and everyone’s belongings crammed into an 11-by-13-foot room, you try to get out of the house as often as possible. Seriously, we downloaded Pokemon Go and trained the shit out of those critters just to have another excuse to stay outside past Wilder’s bedtime.
So when we got invited to a picnic by West Elm and Snap Kitchen, we obviously jumped at the opportunity. A delicious lunch, gorgeous decor AND a few hours away from our one-room living situation? Thank you, Jesus.
I mean, this is WAY better than our current dining room situation, AKA our living room.
How dramatic does this grapewood branch look on this wooden dining room table? I can’t imagine it would be that hard to pair it with some green moss or mountain laurel and a few faceted brass lanterns, and VOILA! You now live within the pages of a West Elm catalog.
And can we talk about gold flatware for a moment? I never felt particularly drawn to it, but then I went to this picnic and sat at this table, and now I’m all like, “Should I scour resale shops for some of this stuff, or what?” I liked it a lot, you guys. I felt fancy using it, too.
And speaking of things that are beautiful and inspiring and practically life-affirming, check out that plate o’ deliciousness from Snap Kitchen.
You guys! SNAP KITCHEN IS THE SHIT. I’m somewhat ashamed I’d never had it before, especially because there’s a location not far from my office in the Chicago Loop, but oh man. Everything about this plate – the curried chicken salad sandwiches, the Summer Fling salad with coconut chicken, the fresh veggies and hummus and the juices and espresso I didn’t take pictures of because I was too busy chugging them – is totally recommended by yours truly.
So go there. Go there for lunch TODAY. And let me know when so I can meet you there, because it really was that delish. And did I mention it’s healthy, too? BECAUSE IT IS.
Do you guys have any West Elm faves? Or if it’s too close to lunch to think about home decor, what about food faves? I tell ya what, I could eat about 10 things on that Snap Kitchen menu right about now … it’s been that kind of day.
Things have been a little quiet in this little corner of the internet, right? And remember how I said I was going to post a bunch of pictures and updates about our home renovation, but then I never did?
Well, I have a pretty good reason: We’re under construction … again. As it turns out, having a baby means your living space gets taken over by baby stuff, and the lack of closets in your vintage two-flat turns out to be way (WAY) more maddening than you anticipated.
And so we’re doing something about it. We’re renovating! Like, TOTAL RENOVATION. Goodbye two-flat, hello single-family home.
Details to come, because we’re already back to living out of boxes amid layers and layers of construction dust. I mean, I’m writing this post on my computer atop an actual cardboard box, which – considering I was doing this exact same thing a mere six months ago – does feel a little like home.
Will the renovation ever end? Does this mean we’ll (someday) stop tripping over baby crap in the middle of the night? Will we ever have a real closet again? Stay tuned … and send lots of good juju. It ain’t easy living without a kitchen, especially when it comes to making bottles for a crying baby at 4 a.m., ya dig?
What’s new with you guys these days, hmm?