Who needs to embrace winter anyway?
It’s February, 60*, and I’m itching to wear flip flops.
I know, it would make me ‘one of those people.’
Bad, right?
But I’m about .2 seconds away from ditching the boots and giving in.
Save your judgement.
Free your toes!
love,
allison
How great are these Hillsong Like Incense lyrics?
Your statutes are my heritage forever
My heart is set on keeping Your decrees
Please still my anxious urge toward rebellion
Let Love keep my will upon its kneesTo all creation I can see a limit
But Your commands are boundless and have none
So Your Word is my joy and meditation
From the rising to the setting of the sunAll Your ways are loving and are faithful
The road is narrow but Your burden light
Because You gladly lean to lead the humble
I shall gladly kneel to leave my prideOh God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
Oh God, You are my God
And I will ever praise You
If you don’t know Hillsong, run walk your fingers to your iTunes store and buy the A Beautiful Exchange album. You’ll be glad you did. Now worship your little hearts out.
love,
allison
No under-thirty-something is supposed to dig wallpaper. We’ve been conditioned over time to hate any sort of bad border we’ve had to help our parents tear out of their “no-longer-fruit-themed” kitchens and our friends tear out of their “no-longer-the-eighties” fixer-upper bathrooms.
Taking it down is a pain. The spraying, the steaming, the chemicals, the scoring with that weird tool, the picking and peeling and celebrating if you can manage to get a long strip off. Then there’s the gross sticky glue part, the mess, and the accidental ‘oops’ that happen when you inadvertently take off a chunk of the drywall. (Sorry, mom.) Once it’s all finally down, it’s not just game-over. You’ve got to spackle and sand all those stupid places where the stubborn glue won’t leave or the wall decided it didn’t want to part with the once-beloved wallpaper. Oh yes, wallpaper is a giant pain. There was a stretch of time a few years ago when I swore I’d never, ever wallpaper when I walked into my parents’ kitchen and realized it had been transformed into an anthrax lab of wallpaper removal, with plastic hanging from the doorways and a fine white powder on every surface imaginable. They and their lungs may never recover.
This leads me to this conclusion: Wallpaper is for Dummies.
Dummies who commit to a certain “fashion” by gluing and papering and lining up those edges perfectly and want to commit to take it down a few years later when apples, ivy, ducks, pineapples, big floral patterns, Williamsburg blue, and geometric designs are no longer cool in the home arena.
I have no desire for this, none of it, but Julia Rothman makes me suddenly want to be a dummy.
Yes, I know, the owl is the new sparrow, and the sparrow is the new fruit. But c’mon. How can you not want to justify spending a mere $105 for a roll of coolness and sacrifice all of the brain cells that are commanding you to “step away from the wallpaper”…?
Step into the light, my friend. Step into the blue swirly cloud and sparrow light. You need this. And I need your remnant. I just know it.
love,
allison
love, allison 