Yesterday’s post was pretty heavy to write, so I figured I’d go with a lighter topic for this post. Here’s a video of my dog, Captain, playing with Olive, a rat terrier pup who’s being fostered by my friend, Melissa. Olive’s new mom, Amy, lives up in New England and she’s coming down to Texas in a few weeks to pick up her and take her to her forever home. This pup is very cute and playful. She even wakes up in the middle of the night screaming bloody murder. You know, as puppies do.
I’ve been contemplating how to write this post. I want to share how I feel about the 2016 election and upcoming inauguration, but there’s a big part of me that still feels in shock and disappointment. And so much sadness. Not for the things that are about to come out of this, but because it’s an absolutely devastating feeling to realize this country isn’t the country I thought I was living in. What crystallized my feelings was that this work week started with Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday and ends with the inauguration of 45th President of the United States. I honestly… View Post
Before Anthropoloigie’s homewares section, there was Shabby Chic, which was created by British designer Rachel Ashwell. I originally stumbled across the brand in the late 1990s. My mother, who regularly redecorates her house to this day, had a Shabby Chic book on her bookshelf. Given that these were pre-Pinterest days, design ideas came from books and magazines. I remember flipping through the book with much excitement, planning my future garden home, which would inevitably include an antique clawfoot tub and lots of floral prints. I fell in love with what I would call the country home aesthetic, and it influences my choices… View Post
Almond Joy was the first dog I ever fostered when I was about 22-years-old. She was a Jack Russell mix and totally stole my heart. I first fostered her for a month or so back in 2009.The shelter in South Carolina adopted out of their building, but they also had a weekly event at PetSmart where people could come by and see their dogs. One Saturday afternoon she ended up getting adopted by an older gentlemen. I will forever remember that when she was walking away from me with him, she looked back, as if she was saying, “Where am I… View Post
I’ve talked before about my fear of flying. Honestly, I haven’t stepped foot on a plane in about two an a half years, with what seems like good reasons. But just to differentiate, good isn’t always rational. For example, my best friend got married in June in New York and I drove there. From Texas. Because I didn’t want to fly. What should have been a 3 or 4 day affair turned into a week long cross country-ish road trip. Over the past six months or so, I’ve slowly come around to the idea of flying. Not necessarily because I’m… View Post