I had a baby 6 weeks ago. I did it at home with no drugs and only my Midwife, my mother and my boyfriend to assist. It was great. Exactly how I had imagined it, and afterwards I got to lie in my own bed, on my own sheets and stare at my son uninterrupted and with no overly ventilated hospital gown.
I buried my best friend two weeks ago. He was 41. Even though I knew he was sick, there is absolutely nothing that prepares you for that call. It stops you dead in your tracks and all of the sudden you are left with a hundred questions that should have been asked, a thousand words that should have been said…
I am obsessed with plants. I love all the variations and different looks. I love that they are living, breathing roommates and help to cleanse the air. In my home I have potted plants, hanging plants, fiddle leaf figs, cacti and one beautiful purple shamrock that closes every night when the sun goes down.
I wasn’t always sure that I would have kids. When I got married at the ripe old age of 31, I figured at some point in the next few years but that point never came. It was the wrong person, the wrong time and for that reason it never happened. Grateful I dodged that bullet because we divorced and being a single Mom was never on my list of life goals.
As I continue to gear up for my bathroom renovation I’m thinking about all the finishes. Now that I’ve gotten the wall tile, floor tile and vanity selected, my mind has shifted to all the finishes. First up, rugs. I love the idea of Turkish rugs in the bathroom.