My dream one day is to fill a journal with things I love i.e. magazine clippings of clothes, found poetry, art, tags from clothing, fabric squares postcards from friends. It’s sad everything is so digital now. Instead of writing in a pretty journal stuffed with clippings I’m blogging. I’m not complaining, well maybe I am. Maybe I’ll add it to the New Years resolution list. The sad thing is I already have four unused and blank journals waiting to be filled so I can’t really reason purchasing this darling one. 
Celebrating all things pretty, happy and inspiring. From renovation stories, to recipes, decorating, parties and little life lessons, you’ll find a little bit of everything here.
![In the whirlwind of parenthood, where moments of solitude are as rare as a full night’s sleep, writing about decor becomes a cherished escape. Amidst nap times and moments of self-play, let me bring you an update on a room that you’ve seen once before—the half bath. It has transformed from a basic builder-grade space […]](https://i.pinimg.com/192x/3d/60/49/3d60492b48ab808944a7124f10ce9367.jpg "In the whirlwind of parenthood, where moments of solitude are as rare as a full night’s sleep, writing about decor becomes a cherished escape. Amidst nap times and moments of self-play, let me bring you an update on a room that you’ve seen once before—the half bath. It has transformed from a basic builder-grade space […]")
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