So here's the post where I come back after a month away, tail between my legs, hoping you'll forgive me. I've been so busy with work - and some of life's other lovely dramas - that I haven't had a moment to breathe let alone blog, but I promise, I've been missing this place like crazy. I've also been missing d.i.y'ing. And zhushing. And, uh, cleaning. All in all, the following has officially become my mantra for life:
I mean, is that really so much to ask? I can't remember the last time my answer to "so what apartment projects do you have on the go" was "none actually", but the other day that's exactly what it was. And it felt so wrong.
So I'm getting back to me, which means getting back to you. Also getting back to spray paint. And fabric. And nail guns and hammers. Because that's just how it should be.
Tomorrow I'll be kicking it off in style with an awesome installment of the hack I heart the most from the always amazing Tiffany Leigh - you definitely don't want to miss it! In the meantime, a little update on the great fiddle leaf debate:
I did it. I pulled the trigger. And I was head over heels in love. I mean, it's gorgeous right?? Exactly what that spot needed and impossibly perfect in every way. But . . . notice how I said "was"? Three weeks in and my poor baby is almost completely dead. Every night I hear a soft thud as another leaf bites the dust.
Looks like this girl's first project might be figuring out how to discreetly attach a grow light to the wall . . .