Friday, June 29, 2012

Less Is Usually More

I have this idea in my head for how I want my bedroom to look, and so far it's coming together quite well: the royal purple paint looks fantastic and my white wood-framed bed and bedside table are a striking but feminine contrast to the dark walls. For the first time in my life, I have an adult bedroom. Almost. The only thing not right quite yet is the wall where I have my dresser. 

This is what I have in mind: 

Those ovals are supposed to be chandelier-style sconces, but my Paint skills are mediocre. 

I'm not going to post a photo of what it ACTUALLY looks like, because it would be incredibly embarrassing. Think towers of Rubbermaid containers and piles of stuff on top of my tall white childhood dresser, with overflowing jewellery hangers and baskets of junk. Not exactly the stylish adult bedroom that I'm aiming for. 

Since I'm a compulsive planner, I started scouring Pinterest the internet for a dresser, lights, and the mirror. Boy howdy, did I find the perfect pieces to use! 

Gorgeous, non? Also: OUTRAGEOUSLY EXPENSIVE. Some people wouldn't balk at spending almost two grand on a dresser, but I am not one of those people. Except for my appliances, Audrey's Tinkerbell toddler bed, and our vintage dressers, every stitch of my furniture was bought at Ikea--and how many people can say that they furnished a three bedroom condo for under two thousand dollars?! ($1882.87 CAD, in case you're wondering.)

Now that we have established just how cheap thrifty I am, let's go through the budget-friendly alternate that I have created: 

All of these pieces are from Ikea, and I almost like this look better. The lines are cleaner, the weight of the frame on the mirror balances the dresser well, and the sconces are romantic without feeling opulent. I would just need to add a blue sea glass bowl and some painted mason jars on top of the dresser, and then I'd have completed the last piece to my "Big Girl bedroom" puzzle for about $500. 

Would you spend $2000 on a single piece of furniture? 

Monday, June 25, 2012

What to Wear: Summer Weddings

It's no surprise that the entire world seems to choose the summer months for their weddings--the sun is warm, the days are long, and no one has to wear fleece-lined tights! I'm the kind of person that will completely over-think what I wear to a weddings--being over- or under- dressed is a fear of mine. To make sure that you aren't the girl that shows up in a prom dress when you should be wearing jeans, take your cue from the invitation: location, time of day, and even the font can point you in the right direction. If all else fails, contact the Maid of Honor (not the bride, she has enough to worry about!); she will be able to tell you the vibe of the wedding.

These are my picks for weddings this summer: 

dress | shoes | earrings    

What is your favourite kind of wedding to attend? 

Friday, June 22, 2012

Canadian Girls

I like to start my day with a song that makes me smile. Sometimes it's classic rock, or a pop song, but today? Today it's country.

And it's true--she won't admit that she watched Degrassi. But she did. 

I hope y'all have a fantastic weekend!

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Curious Thing About Pregnancy


A close friend of mine will be having her second baby within the next month, and every time I talk to her I can't help but think she is just a tiny bit crazy. I mean, I only have one child to contend with and I am exhausted by the time it hits 5 PM; the idea of putting one child to bed only to have to stay up with a fussy baby scares the living daylights out of me. 

But then I go into the nursery and I see the tiny clothes, and the tiny diapers. I touch her belly and feel the kicks, and it all makes me remember. 

I remember the first time I saw Audrey yawn, or laugh, or smile. I remember watching her sleep for hours, and loving every second of it. I remember laughing uncontrollably when I walked into her nursery, expecting to find my tiny baby girl, and instead I found a tiny baby girl absolutely covered in poop. I remember teaching her how to crawl, then walk, then (unfortunately) watching her learn to climb. I remember teaching her talk, eat solid foods, and use the potty. 

What I don't remember is the pain of labour, the feeling of a contraction, or the fear of holding her. I don't remember the sleepless nights, the intensity of breast feeding--or, at the very least, my attempt at breast feeding. I don't remember getting up every two hours, how I felt for the first six weeks postpartum, or what a cracked nipple feels like. 

Sometimes it isn't easy sitting back and watching other people go on to their second (or third or fourth) pregnancy, knowing that there is a very real possibility that I won't have any more of my own. Even though I know that my mind romanticises pregnancy and babies, I sometimes get caught up in baby fever. 

But then I sit back, and I look at everything that I have. There is no room for sadness, or wishing that things were different. I am happy with my life, even if it hasn't been exactly what I thought it would be. 

Soon I'll have a niece to spoil to pieces--one that I can hand back to Mom when she gets fussy or poops. And this is exactly how my life should be right now. 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The One Where I Vlog...For Real. Sort Of. can hear crashes and jingling bells and meows in the background--those are my terrors cats. But here is my first attempt at vlogging! I hope y'all enjoy them.

First Vlog Part 1 from Ley on Vimeo.

First Vlog Part 2 from Ley on Vimeo.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Even A Proper Title Is Escaping Me.

Why is it that making a list of things to do is light-years easier than actually doing what is on the list? 

I need to find the inspiration to take my ideas from this board and put them into action. 

How do you motivate yourself when you can't seem to write or create? 

Monday, June 11, 2012

Excuse Me While I Gush

I am not necessarily the easiest person to be in a relationship with. 
I swear like a trucker when I'm sewing Ugly Christmas sweaters, or when I'm trying to do my hair for a formal dinner. 
I get grumpy when I don't sleep for twelve hours, or when I realize that I didn't pack enough clothing. 
I am notorious for not finishing my dinner, taking the leftovers, and then forgetting about them in the truck for five days. 
When I get nervous I say "like" a lot, I say dumb things, and I talk too much.

And he handles it like a champ. 
Every single time. 

I'm a pretty lucky gal. 

Friday, June 8, 2012

Mommy Moment: Cheese!

Every time that we go outside, Audrey makes a beeline for any dandelions within sight. She picks as many as she can, and then presents them to me with a proud "Happy Mother's Day, Maman!". Because to her, every day is Mother's Day. 

I am the luckiest mom in the world. 

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Things I Heart: Dresses

1-Costa Blanca  | 2-Costa Blanca  | 3- Vero Moda  | 4-H&M | 5-Costa Blanca 

I would very happily wear a dress every single day, if only the Edmonton weather would cooperate with me! Now that the summer weather has shown up, though, I plan on wearing dresses, skirts, and shorts as much as possible until it gets far too cold for exposed skin and I end up wearing nothing but pants (with leggings underneath!) for months on end.

The one thing that I dislike about dresses is how unnecessarily expensive they can be! Call me cheap if you'd like, but there are very few instances where I will spend more than $50 on a dress; all of the above dresses were under $40, mostly because I shamelessly shop the sale racks at already decently-priced stores.

I am forever perusing online for dresses, where I always find so many gorgeous dresses at a great price point, but I can never bring myself to actually buy them for fear of them not fitting. I am well aware that most online retailers will exchange and/or refund my money in the event that it doesn't fit or that I'm dissatisfied; it's just so time consuming to have to wait for it to arrive, then send it back and wait for a new size to arrive.

Have you ever shopped online for clothing? What was your experience with fit/exchanges? 

Monday, June 4, 2012

My Mother's Biggest Shame {Was} My Office

Since the day that I moved out of my mother's house, the room that I called an office was the bane of her existence. I have never worked from home, and I've always owned a laptop, so it just wasn't a high priority room for me--and it drove her nuts!

Don't get me wrong, I always put together my desk and bookcase, and I always set up my iMac. Usually that would be as far as I would go though. I bought my condo almost a year ago, and I still had untouched boxes from when I lived in Calgary two years ago!

I justified the state of the room to myself in two ways: I told myself that everyone has a room that they hide from anyone outside of immediate family and non-judgmental friends; & I'm a single mom that works full time, takes classes, and finds time to parent an active four year old--I don't have time to worry about a home office! 

But really? The idea of trips down memory lane going back who knows how far and throwing stuff out just did not appeal to me. So I stuck the kitty litter in the closet and the cat food by the door and mostly left the room alone. 

Until my mom showed up at my condo, toting a bin that looked suspiciously like her DIY kit, and announced that it was time for me to be an adult. I'm exaggerating, actually she said "We're doing the office today!" and I attempted to hide under my covers to avoid the reality that she was presenting me with. Turns out the old "if I can't see you, you don't exist" mantra is a lie. She could still see me, and she made me get out of bed and work on my office. 

It took six hours, a few power tools, lots of storage bins and garbage bags, and a label maker, but the room is well on it's way to resembling a genuine home office. Everything has been unpacked and sorted into labelled bins, the furniture has been moved, and we added another bookcase for more storage. 

There is still a long to do list before it is done, including: closet doors and organizing the contents of the closet; hanging diplomas and photos; finding a cute cork board and/or magnetic board; changing out the very ugly ceiling fan for something that doesn't assault the eyes; hang shelves; and (most importantly) I need to buy a new mouse pad and a Bluetooth Apple keyboard. Priorities, I have 'em. 

I won't admit it to her, but I'm glad we did it. It's nice to have a room specifically set up for me to work in--even if so far the closest that I've come to working in my office is to paint my nails at my desk and Pin the entire internet. 

Do you have one of those shameful rooms that you don't let company see? 

Friday, June 1, 2012

Relationship Milestone: The First Road Trip

Tomorrow, The Boyfriend and I are leaving on our first vacation together. 
I'm excited, and a little nervous. He's going to learn a lot about me. 
He doesn't know that I'm like a paparazzo with my camera. 
He doesn't know that I can talk for the entire twenty hour drive. 
He doesn't know that I might scream for the entire zip line. 
And worst of all...
He doesn't know how much I overpack.
That's why I insisted that we drive in the truck instead of the Mustang, not because I was worried about comfort but because I was worried about the small trunk fitting all of my shoes.

I can't wait. 

I should probably go pack. 

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