Loving, loving, LOVING the quiet this week. Online. In the house. In my brain. So good. And so appreciated.
I had a few girlfriends in town this past weekend and it was a reminder that I adore having my house full. It's so easy, when alone and decorating, to get caught up in how a space will look. And then when there are people in the space you can begin to reflect on the important part - how it feels. I was overwhelmed with thanksgiving on Saturday night as we wrapped up dinner. The candles were burning. The light was glowing. The outside was dusk. And my table. I fretted over a dining table for three months and I know for sure I could not have chosen a better one.
My robot vacuum. It's not so much the robot that makes me happy, but the clean house it leaves behind. When is the last time you vacuumed for six hours? I can say for sure I have never vacuumed for much longer than six minutes. This dude clears my floors of dust and dirt once a week and each time I marvel over what it was able to accumulate. I finally understand what my parents have been hyping for the past few years and WOW, mom and dad, you were right. (Yep, it goes over all the rugs and doesn't mind the fringe. It also takes a long time to charge so about one whole day to clean my 1750 square foot home.)
A new blog look. Whenever I do a quick blog redesign I always feel like I just lost five pounds or jumped in a cold pool on a hot day. It's refreshing and re-energizing. Simple and clean for summer. Simple and clean for whatever is going to come next here. (Plus, I'm odd, and LOVE playing with web code.)
Feeling completely normal and at peace. I hit 39 weeks on Wednesday and I think this little lady is going to sit tight for awhile. That is more than okay. Life is good on the outside, but I bet it's rad on the inside too. We'll see you when you get here, baby girl.
