Now that I’m 2 weeks out from my accident, I feel like I’m finally about to talk to you guys about it. If you followed on Instagram, we went to Palm Springs for a wedding and then drove the short distance to Joshua Tree for our first outdoor climbing trip of the season. I was so excited… I had trained all winter and the past 2 summers were a wash for me in terms of climbing because of injuries (2 years ago I suffered a bad sprain and only climbed half the summer. Last year I had a dumb finger injury that kept me from climbing for about 8 weeks). Really, I was ready for this trip and to climb. So ready, so eager. And feeling so good! It felt like this would be my summer to reclaim the joy I have for climbing. That Monday morning, I approached the rock with an open heart, ready to climb hard and kick off a great summer.
A lot of you know this by now because of social media, but I broke my leg during my climbing trip in Joshua Tree. I’ll spare you the gory details, but I had surgery and now I’m laid up in a hospital bed with lots of ice packs, tubes, and a sweet air cast. Not sure when I’ll get to go home, but I wanted to leave you guys a note so you didn’t think I’d disappeared!
I hope to be back to our normal post schedule as soon as possible.
Hi guys, how are you? I have to admit, I’ve been a bit out of it ever since I got back from London. Typically travel leaves me bursting with ideas and ready to put that inspiration to good use, but ever since I got back, all I’ve wanted to do is sleep. It’s beyond jetlag, it’s more like… this constant fatigue. I’m eating well, working out, sleeping through the night, but I find myself just constantly tired. I’m thinking of going to my primary care doctor to see what she says and maybe even do some bloodwork. I just don’t feel right. And I think on top of all that are my constant sources of worry: money, balancing many different projects all at once, finishing the bedroom, figuring out when I can renovate the exterior of the house, Noodle’s health… and that’s just a short list. At times I wonder if life will ever slow down or is this just how 32 feels? Like is this just the state of life forever? I can’t decide. It all feels quite overwhelming at times, which leads to me not posting as consistently in this space as I’d like.
These are just some thoughts I’ve had as I pour over your initial feedback to the reader survey I shared yesterday. You guys always seem to know when something is up and it’s so appreciated.
This weekend I’m taking time to do stuff that I love: go to a flea market, make pancakes, and catch up on my reading. The pile of stuff that’s been living on the Eames chair in the living room for months has finally been put away, so all I really want to do is tuck into a good book with tea and a cozy blanket.
I hope you enjoy your weekend!
Hi guys, just popping in to let you know that tomorrow I will not be posting here or on social media in order to stand up for the human rights of women and gender non-conforming people. I hope that you’ll join me by taking the day off from paid and unpaid labor, not shopping for a day, and wearing red in solidarity with A Day Without Women. You can read more about it here.
We’ll be back Thursday.
ps – if you’re unable to take the day off from work, I loved Brit & Co’s tips on how to support this cause if you can’t skip work.
Happy Friday, you guys! This post is publishing a little late in the day, sorry about that. I feel like apologizing for being late is the story of my life these days thanks to the exhausting work of balancing running the blog and renovating the bedroom at the same time. If you’ve caught my Instagram stories lately, you know why… we are deep in the throes of renovating the bedroom and it is hard work. I have found this process to not only be physically taxing, but also emotionally draining. It’s hard to see the biggest expense of your life ripped down to bare studs. I’ve also found that digging deeper (literally) into my home has made my love for it grow to proportions I never thought possible. Like as we were stripping away over 17 (SEVENTEEN) layers of wallpaper yesterday, my heart was bursting with love for this tiny home of mine and all of it’s rich history. Be sure to stay tuned to my stories this weekend, lots more renovation glimpses coming!
Some good reads this week:
Fried chicken without frying? Sign me up.
I also desperately want this boozy shamrock shake.
My favorite lipstick trends for Spring!
Crystals to energize every room in your house — I need one of each.
Good advice here: how to express yourself without being needy.
Don’t miss this mini podcast episode from Little Yellow Couch featuring Jen from Flea Market Fab — she’s amazing.
Many congrats to Joy for launching her new furniture line! Did you guys know I used to contribute to her site years ago??
Great tips for organizing your home suuppper fast.
How to wear faux fur this spring (these shoes are sooo cute).
YOU GUYS. It’s officially been one year since I closed on #mytinybungalow (or #mytinyshitshow as I refer to it IRL) and what a freaking year. This has felt like both the longest and shortest year of my life. I have so many words to describe how I’ve felt about this past year of homeownership: frustrated, overwhelmed, emotional, proud, accomplished, depressed, joyful, totally broke, humbled… and so many more. I’ve alway viewed this house as a list of things I need to fix. Sometimes that boosted me to do more, but it also made me feel like I wasn’t doing enough and wasn’t doing it fast enough. I’ve sort of been keeping a running list in my head and lately noticed that I actually have made solid progress in this past year… so I wanted to share my progress report with you in celebration of this anniversary… and some of the unscripted, un-styled, very REAL stories that have come with this year, too:
2017 is the year I turn 32. My birthday isn’t for another month, but I’m really starting to contemplate my age more and more lately. There’s a significance to all of the anniversaries I’ve been experiencing lately: the 2 year anniversary of my grandfather’s passing, the 2 year anniversary of me moving back to Seattle, the 1 year anniversary of me buying my house. It all feels like some major adult shit… and as my therapist says, I enjoy tiptoeing along the line of rebelling and wanting to stay young, wild, and free while also being pretty damn good at adulting.