A little light augmentation

All right. I’m going to tell you something that will disappoint some of you. (Mostly Erin.)

I’m not going to show you pictures of the whole dining room today.

I know. I. KNOW. (See, I told you it was mostly Erin.)

The thing is…my phone camera is pretty bad. We knew this. We have all known this, but we have kindly turned a blind eye and smiled sympathetically while murmuring platitudes like, “Oh well, at least we can at least see what it kind of looks like!”

Well, NO MORE.

Ok, that’s probably not entirely true. There will still probably be a lot of phone camera photos in you’re future. Because, let’s face it, I’m one billion times more likely to be carrying my phone than my camera these days.

But the thing is, the phone camera really does not do the room justice. In person, it’s warm and cozy and vintagey/traditional. On the camera, it’s dark and cave-like. Which is exactly the look I was trying to get away from in the first place.


Fortunately for you all, I have a real camera somewhere at home. Tonight, I will find it and have some real photos for you. But as of this morning, I don’t have full photos.

What do I have? The usurping of the boob light.

What, pray tell, is a boob light? Observe.

I’m pretty sure just about everyone has had a light like this in their life at some point. That’s not my actual boob light. By the time I get home, it’s dark out, and the only way you can see in the dining room is if I turn on the boob light. But my camera phone does not take good pictures of turned on lights. Ergo, I found this picture on Google. But it looks exactly like my old boob like. (Old boob…heh heh…)

Wanna know what I googled to find that light? “Ugly ceiling light.” Wish I was kidding.

So anyway. I don’t feel comfortable with people flashing their bosoms, so why would I make an exception for my dining room ceiling?

I had considered just covering it with a shade, a la this crafty project from everyone’s favorite homeowners, John and Sherry of Young House Love. (WHAT? You’re interested in home decor and DON’T read their blog? Get OVER there, man.)

So when I went to IKEA to pick up the rug for the dining room (which looks amazing, by the way…but I’m still not showing it to you yet), I perused the lampshades.

I found one option that would work, but I just wasn’t excited about it. Then I saw this:

Ok, that? THAT I could work with.

My primary concern was that it is obviously supposed to be a pendant light. But a quick look-see told me that it functioned basically the same as a lamp shade, so I could probably still attach it the way I had been planning to attach said lamp shade.

So I took it home. (Fully intending to return it if it didn’t work out. I don’t just go around tossing $30 out my car window, thank you very much.)

At home, I opened the box. I’m not sure what I was expecting (the box was about the size of a box of sliced ham you get at the deli), but for some reason I was absurdly surprised that I had to put the thing together myself. (I obviously need to work on my spatial reasoning.)


Fortunately, it didn’t take too long. (Nor was it at all difficult. I tend to react too quickly to things.)

Once all the little petals were snapped into place, I unscrewed the glass bowl of the boob light. This left me with the metal rod and finial that had formerly held the glass bowl in place. I simple slid the rod into my new lamp “shade,” screwed the finial into place, and stepped back to admire this.


Note: I removed the top layer of petals. They were pressing against the light bulbs, and I was nervous about mixing heat and plastic (although the lamp’s box said it was safe with our wattage of bulbs). It made me nervous, and I think it looks just as good without the top petals.

I think it looks pretty great in the space. It gives the whole room a bit of a ’70s vibe, but in a good way. Plus, everything is better without a boob light.

For the record, I am aware that this would be so much easier to just explain with a photo of the whole room. But I’m sticking to my guns on this one! YOU WILL SEE THE WHOLE ROOM TOMORROW.

It’s actually better that I’m waiting to show you the whole shebang. I need to hang some stuff on the walls, and right now the room looks a bit bare without those things.


So…see you guys tomorrow?


Bang it out

You guys know I can’t make a major hair decision without consulting you first.

Plus, I mean, I know you love being a part of the decision, right guys? …guys? Bueller?

Anway, here’s my dilemma (to the fifteen or so people who care and are still reading…): Bangs. Yay or nay?

The fact is, I’ve had bangs for probably 85-90% of my life in some capacity. Exhibit A:

I know, I look like an elf. I was a petite child. (And seriously, why could my hair have not just stayed that color?)

But see? Rocking the bangs despite being alive for less than three years.

I could go through a whole montage of me with bangs over the years, but I was a late bloomer, so that’s just way too many awkward years for me to relive this morning. Just trust me, I’ve almost always had them.

I had bangs at my wedding:

But after that event, I kind of “decided” to grow them out. I use quotes there because it wasn’t like, an active decision. I just didn’t keep up with cutting them. As of right now, my bangs are about as grown-out as they’ve been since I was 12. (Sorry, no photo. That’s smack-dab at the start of the awkwardness.)

But I kind of miss them! Mostly when I see pretty photos of girls with bangs on blogs and Pinterest. (Natch.)

I like bangs because they make you look like you have a hairstyle even if the only maintained part of your hair is the front bit. Plus, very rarely do I pull all my hair back off my face, and I think a bit of fringe frames everything nicely. Plus, you get to look like this:

(Ignore the weird face…focus on the bangs.)

Cons: Sometimes my forehead gets greasy and then my bangs get greasy and then I look gross. Plus, when I DO want to pull all my hair back, it requires a lot more bobby pins. Plus, you get to look like this:

Well…ok, maybe I don’t look exactly like any of those photos no matter what. But you get the point.

So you see my dilemma. (Or you’ve stopped reading.)

Can I get some input from girls on both sides of the fringe debate?

Like my hair style? Follow my Repunzel board on Pinterest so we can obsess over our hair together. Come on, it’s fun!

Party bloggin’ in the house tonight

So I check my blog stats fairly often. Not often enough to be considered obsessed, but often enough that I can probably give you a pretty accurate ball park of where the numbers are at any given time during the day.

On one hand, I just like little charts and graphs and seeing where everyone is coming from. On the other, it’s just nice to know that there are actually people reading this nonsense.

But even though my stat guesses are usually pretty accurate, for a while I was getting pleasantly surprised every morning at how many people had visited the night before. I would go to bed at around 2-something, and wake to well over 300.

What was the source behind this bizarre (yet pleasing) phenomenon? Today at lunch, my husband and I concluded it must be my West Coast readers.

Me: That makes sense.

Him: While we’re sleeping, they’re partying all night.

Me: Oh yeah?

Him: Yeah. Party blogging.

Me: And what exactly does party blogging look like?

And then he demonstrated (I guess pretend he’s looking at a computer screen ha):


God love that man.

So question to all you party bloggin’ West Coasters: When are you reading my blog? Is it after 11 EST?

Swank it up

Aaand just because I know I have readers out there who are like, “What IS this, a DECOR blog? That is NOT what I signed up for!”, here is a post that has nothing to do with decor.

So I have a party coming up, right? And it’s a pretty darn swankified occasion. Cocktail party attire is mandatory. (You hear that, guest list? MANDATORY.)

Plus, I’m rather enamored with this sequin trend that is basically EVERYWHERE even Wal-Mart. (Don’t believe me? Check it.)

So anyway. I want sparkly. (It goes with my theme, duh.)

So I bought this:

To me, nothing says “PARTY!” quite like a sequin skirt. But just to keep things from getting too disco ball, I’m going to top it off with some kind of black, 3/4 sleeve sweater and probably throw in some black tights.

And because I plan on being the perfect host (or at least as darn close to it as I can get), I think the perfect finishing touch is this Kate Spade-inspired top knot hairstyle:

Gahhh so cute. Here’s hoping I can pull it off. I may even have to mimic those oversize necklaces too.

So spill. What’s your party look this season?

A public thank-you

Wowie-zowie* you guys. You’re all really nice.

Or you just really like knowing someone in Glamour magazine. But I prefer to think you’re all just really nice.

The blog was five views shy of 600 total uniques yesterday, and it had nothing to do with narwhals! (Well, okay, 32 of those views had to to with narwhals. Can’t win ’em all.)

Would you believe I still haven’t seen the actual magazine myself? I’m gonna make a run over lunch, so hopefully by this afternoon I will have seen myself in all my CMYK glory.

Anyway, I don’t have any decor updates yet, but I just wanted to say thanks for all the kind comments, Facebook likes, texts, and random contact people made yesterday. Seriously, I heard from people I haven’t seen or spoken to in over six years yesterday. Madness.

The point is, you’re all swell in my book. And if you’re new to the blog, welcome! I hope you’ll keep reading and commenting. Because I like hearing from you all.

*I am not saying this randomly. There is a story about “wowie-zowie” that only my husband and my friend Sarah Hall know. But just trust me it’s funny to say.

Officially out of ideas

Uh oh, guys. I think we might be in a trouble.

Over the last few months, I feel like I have been swamped with goings-on and thangs to talk about. I mean, here’s an abbreviated list:

1. Quitting old job
2. Starting new job
3. New car
4. Projects
5. Sister’s wedding (Oops, still owe you a post about that, don’t I? Soon…promise.)
6. Half-marathon
7. Haters
8. Craftiness
9. Fake modeling
10. Narwhal madness
11. Car accidents

I mean, I did stuff. I had lots of plans.

Now…things are kind of at a lull. I mean, I have a few things this weekend and a bunch on the horizon (I’m not a total loser), but the next couple of days are a little, well, slow.

I’m going to a party…on Thursday.

My cousins are visiting again, the issue of Glamour I’m in is coming out, and I’m making big blog announcements…in December.

I’m going to Iceland…in February.

You see my dilemma.

My dad recently started a blog to chronicle some health issues my momma is going through, and when I went back to Iowa for my sister’s wedding, he brought up how he has a new appreciation for how hard it is to come up with regular topics worth posting about. Cuz, dang. It’s a challenge sometimes.

Which isn’t to say that all my posts are packed full of wisdom and insight and anecdote. We don’t need a blog troll to point out that sometimes it’s just random nonsense.

So today you get a cop-out post (but it’s packed with links to exciting posts!). Fortunately, I have a Kitchen Adventure coming at you in the next couple of days, cute party outfits, and a trip upstate on the way, and then it’s December packed with it’s awesomeness and activities.

So fear not, noble reader! I mean, I know your day hinges on the quality of my posting, so I’m working on it. Because I got you.

And let’s just hope my friends and family start saying more funny, quotable things to get us through this dry spell.

Boring, schmoring.

My weekend was really, very dull. I mean, sure, I got a lot of cleaning and organizing done (boo-yah), but I spent at least 75 percent of it on my butt, on the couch. So lame.

I should have at least gone to the gym. Oh well, going tonight, and I’m running a 5K on Thursday, so that has to count for something.

Anywho. I used to get really stressed out when I would have a useless weekend. Part of it was that I was unhappy at my job, and if I didn’t do anything over the weekend, the two weeks would just sort of blend together in this smudge of unhappiness and stress.

Plus, when the hubster and I were just innocent little daters, the weekend was really the only time we got to see each other. So a wasted weekend was wasted time together.

To some degree, I think I still have the mindset that I have to do something or it’s like that time never happened. But in another way, I feel like I’m getting over that.

Guess I’ve just resigned myself to boring old age and death. (I’m kidding. I still do stuff, just not this past weekend.)

I should probably just be grateful for the time off. This weekend, I have plans, including a day-trip upstate on Friday. And then it’s like, DECEMBER, which just boggles my mind. And there are lots of exciting things coming in December. Just you wait.