It’s Sunday, which can only mean one thing in my little corner in the Suburbs…coffee bingeing.
I don’t know what it is about Sunday that screams “coffee” to me, but it tends to be the only day of the week that I keep an almost constant stream of the dark and lovely journeying down the hatch (and then lay in bed that night sleepless and wondering how I pissed off the Universe).
It’s been a pretty standard, not much to report on, kind of week around here. Our weather has ranged anywhere from enviable to apocalyptic (such is usually the case in the PNW), my 9 year old has been modifying the heck out of all of his Nerf guns, the 13 year old talked me into taking her to get a baylayage (a very natural-looking sunkissed blonde color treatment) and the hubby did some good work in the backyard, including making some little ladies very happy with a cleaned out coop. I imagine they feel the same kind of satisfaction walking around their fresh little home as I do when he finally picks up his underwear. We’re in it together, girls.
And I have been obsessively stalking Instagram and all my beloved rustic farmhouse decor feeds. I’m in love, folks. There is something so warm and cozy about bringing a little farm to the suburbs. When I look around my house at the touches of galvanized tin, chippy paint and Rae Dunn goodness I am transported to the days of old and suddenly have a desire to milk a cow for fresh milk and roll out some homemade pie crust (I don’t, obvs. Pillsbury makes a perfectly acceptable refrigerated option.)
Because I’m falling head over heels for the Suburban Farmhouse concept, the hubs and I have been toying with the idea of setting up a charming little online store where I can curate a small collection of some of my favorite rustic goodies. So, stay tuned for some possible additions ahead! That is if Mr. Man and I can survive the creative process.
Enjoy your day friends and be a blessing to someone!