A few months ago when I found out I was going to be a DIY contributor to All Things Thrifty, I was asked for my headshot. Um… yeah, about that… Apparently selfies don’t count.
I reached out to my friend Valery from Valery Bunnell Photography. She normally specializes in maternity, birth, and newborn photography (did you see Evelyn’s newborn pictures?!). But with a little bit of arm twisting I was able to convince her to do a special photoshoot with our vintage trailer that I made over.
I’m sure you noticed my updated picture in the top corner of my blog awhile ago, but I thought it would be fun to share some of the other images from the shoot. She really captured the beauty of my lil Myrtle!
The location is 5 minutes away from where we’re building our new house. I’m in love with this area. The beauty is breathtaking.
There you have it. I promise I have a few blog posts in store. I need to catch you up on Evelyn’s monthly photo project. I need to show you how our house is coming along.
Since there have obviously been no house-projects, it’s been nice to take a little break from blogging during the summer. I love blogging and the community, but I also love unplugging. It has been really nice to recharge my battery. Hopefully I’ll have some creative projects for you to see soon 🙂
It’s FRIDAY! I feel like we should all hug. It’s been a rough week, huh. Today I’m guest posting over at my friend Beth from Sawdust & Embryo’s blog. She is A.MAY.ZING. I’m figuratively jumping up and down over the fact she let me guest post. A huge THANK YOU to her!
I feel like if our kitchen/summer renovation extravaganza was a fire, all the sub-projects would be irons. And there are many many irons up in that fire. And… the fire might be a little out of control. So much so, that it is time to send some hot fire fighters into the scene.
One year ago, I was a sad puppy, and I sat at home watching (with my sad puppy eyes) all my favorite bloggers attend Haven. I promised myself that I would make it there next year no matter what.
Well, I wasn’t expecting to be pregnant. And I sure as shootin’ wasn’t expecting to be on bedrest.
On New Year’s Day, I camped out on my computer, and made sure to snatch up my conference ticket and book my hotel.
Four months later, I got the best surprise of my life. Two weeks ago, I had some rough times. Pregnancy is different for every lady. I’ve had all kinds of things from severe cramping, to continued throwing up (even past the first trimester), to throwing up blood.
Going to Haven was down to the wire. I needed to take care of myself and this baby. Could I do that at a blog conference? I wasn’t sure until the night before. Aaron insisted that I go, even if I didn’t leave the hotel room. I needed to leave the house. Why? Because breathing drywall dust from sanding mud, and trying to rest in a construction zone isn’t the most zen-ful activity. My mom came with to take care of me and make sure I didn’t over-do it.
Thursday morning we flew to Atlanta. And boy, were our arms tired! (insert cheezy joke drum sequence followed by symbol)
Checked in, and THIS was on my tv. I felt like a star.
Word up, friends! Hope your weekend was rockin. I didn’t throw up once, so I count it as a success 🙂 I am 0ne zillion percent honored to be part of this EXCITING give away today!
We’ve got a special surprise for you today… who doesn’t love a little friendly competition and GIVEAWAY?!?! (there will be a randomly drawn winner in addition to the winner of the contest, so you should enter both ways!)
The premise of this contest stems from the fact that ALL OF US are guilty of Pinning an idea without ever checking the source… guilty as charged! But there are likely pins on your boards that are from your favorite bloggers, and you don’t even KNOW it! (amiright?)
And that’s where the contest comes in:
Hi there. The internet’s worst blogger here! Where have I been, and what have I been doing? I bet those questions literally haven’t crossed your mind. Out of sight, out of mind, right? I knew it.
You know when you want to see some REALLY inspiring DIY project, but you turn on HGTV and all you see is re-runs House Hunters?
I’m not complaining at all. Showing houses is a hoot. I love it. I love helping people find houses to make homes. It’s great. Real estate is BOOMING. But you know, I work my full time job, then go show houses after. So, DIY projects haven’t been moving forward very quickly.
For over a year I have been incessantly begging for chickens. It has been on my bucket list to raise chickens. Aaron keeps saying no. He’s been using zoning as an excuse. Today, I debunked that myth.
Ever since I’ve started eating gluten free, the amount of eggs I eat has doubled. I LOVE eggs. I eat eggs in every way possible. We buy eggs like Elizabeth Taylor bought jewelry.
Our anniversary is on Monday, and all I wanted was CHICKENS: the gift that keeps on giving. (Way better than Jam-Of-The-Month if you ask me.)
And I got chickens.
I have been nominated a few times before this award, but I always felt awkward accepting it. One of the rules is, you have to have less than 200 followers. But here’s the thing. What define’s “followers?” Because, I don’t feel like anyone FOLLOWS me. You know I consider you all FRIENDS, not FOLLOWERS. I’m inadequate to lead anyone anywhere.
I have 434 Facebook Friends
I have 773 Pinterest Friends
I have 85 Instagram Friends
I have 114 Twitter Friends
I have 135 Email Subscribing Friends
I have no idea to know how many RSS Feeder Friends I have.
I don’t know what your medium is to read this blog, but the average of those numbers is 308.2
I feel like I’m an internet nobody. But am I overqualified for the Liebster Award? I don’t know. But my good friend Marlyn at Beard Braids and Baby nominated me this most recent time. You guys, you NEED to read her blog. She is wonderful. I look up to her so much. I get warm fuzzies every time I read her words.
I also just got nominated by more friends Stephanie at Sandpaper and Glue, and Dani at This Workman Life. Y’all must REALLY want me to have this award. So I’ll take it!
I’m supposed to give you 11 facts about me. Swear you won’t think less of me?