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24 In Personal

Story Time

Hey gang! Sorry to leave you hanging with my mysterious last post about that bold thing I was doing. No, I didn’t get a tattoo and I was not asked to give a TED talk. I didn’t go skydiving or get a haircut or pierce my nose. As some of you correctly guessed … (or saw on my Instagram posts where I already spilled the beans like two months ago) …

 

 

I eloped!

 

 

Not by myself. WE eloped. Myself and a man. A man who is now my husband. FYI that’s how eloping works. So yes, I ran away and married a man. His name is Cannon. And he’s really just the very, very best thing. You guys. He is the best thing.

Cannon B&W

(umm so cute)

Let’s back up.  Please bear with me while I attempt to capture my mushy feelings with words.

As you may already know, mushy feelings of any sort are not my specialty. You need me to talk about a Craigslist toilet? I’m your girl. But ew, feelings? Hi there you lil’ foreign-language you. The fact is, I spent many years learning how to not have feelings. Because when your feelings and beliefs are consistently belittled and invalidated, and you are made to feel that you, your opinions and your voice are worthless, you quickly learn that not having feelings is the way to go! (Not really, but this is what we call a coping mechanism).

But that was then. Now … I’ve got some mushy feelings, and I don’t know what to do! Where do they go? How do they work? Is there a YouTube tutorial somewhere? Please advise. So, here goes nothing, I am going to attempt to talk about them. Wish me luck. Hooray for feeling feelings.

Let’s back up even further.

My first marriage of 15 years ended early in 2017, which was the end of lots of awfulness and the beginning of like, torrential awfulness. Over a year and a half of feeling, as Katy Perry so beautifully expressed in song, ‘like a plastic bag.’

(You guys. Katy Perry asked us if we ever felt like a plastic bag. She really did that).

Anyway, yes Katy, I did feel like a plastic bag – drifting in the wind, wanting to start again.

Getting divorced was the worst and the best, like a painful, painful rebirth. Where I was both the baby and giving birth to the baby? This analogy is weird, let’s go back to the bag thing.

I just felt lost. So topsy-turvy. I never knew which end was up. I felt pulled in so many directions, I constantly doubted all my decisions, and I didn’t know how to move forward, so I just … didn’t. I just spiraled around and around in the same place.

I went to lunch with a friend during this time, and I explained the state of my life to her, and then we didn’t see each other again for six months. Six months later, we met up again, and as I was once again explaining the state of my life to her, she stopped me and said “So, basically you’re in the exact same place you were six months ago?” Oh. Yeah.

It was like surviving a shipwreck and then being too exhausted to do anything but lay face-down in the wet sand. For like … a year. I felt paralyzed, figuratively and literally. Sometimes I’d be walking along and just stop dead in my tracks out of nowhere. Literally could not put one foot in front of the other. Physically and mentally frozen.

Clearly this couldn’t go on forever. I had had enough, and so I went to God. (Obviously not for the first time, but for SERIOUS this time). “Here’s the deal. I need help. I am SO stuck.” I made some big promises, removed as many distractions from my life as I could. Spent more time meditating and praying and reading scriptures and good books and just trying to really, really laser focus. Cool, right? Life got immediately awesome, right? HA. No.

No, instead I hit the rock bottom-iest bottom. Just the worst, loneliest, most sorrowful night of my life. I felt overcome by a black cloud in a black hole in a universe where nothing joyful would ever exist again. I had to talk myself out of something drastic that night. I don’t know what I said to myself, but thank you Jesus, it worked.

Six days later I met Cannon.

 

TO BE CONTINUED!

UPDATE: Click here for part two!

28 In desks/hutches/buffets

Don’t withhold the bold

Have you done anything bold lately? Stepped out of your comfort zone? Done something totally uNexPEcteD? I have, oh gosh, I have!! Well, I’m about to. Tomorrow. *insert yikes emoji face x 12* I will personally send a yet-to-be-decided prize to the first person who can correctly guess what it is. (This doesn’t include the several people who already know). I’m being cryptic, yuck so sorry. But I will tell you soon enough, don’t you worry.

Anyway, this post isn’t about me, it’s about Erin and her bold choice of passionate pink paint for her console makeover. Have you painted something bold lately? Or ever? If not, why not? Are you scared? That’s unacceptable. It’s just paint my friend. Are you averse to bold colors? Are you? Are you reeaallly? Maybe you’re just scared. I really think that’s what it comes down to 99% of the time. Don’t be. Try something bold and fun, try a color that calls out to you and whispers to your heart “Look at me! Love me!”

Pink Credenza Makeover | betterafter.net

 

Pink Credenza Makeover for Playroom | betterafter.net

 

Erin had never used this color before, but she did have a blazer that she loved to wear in an identical shade, so with that boost of confidence, she went for it. And guess what, yes you are right, she’s so glad she did. Love it.  See more at DIY Passion.

14 In bathroom

Comfortably Snug

Feeling cramped in the bathroom? Um, check the medicine cabinet. I’m sure there’s something in there that can help.

Oh, you mean it’s your bathroom itself that feels cramped? Here’s some advice. First of all, get rid of that full-size tub/shower combo. It’s a major space hog. Also, is there anything that contributes to crampage more than a soffit? Knock that dated thing out too. Upper cabinets? Byeeeeee.

Other helpful tricks: flooring that carries all the way into the shower. Tile that runs all the way up the wall. These extend the eye across every square inch. Now your bathroom looks and feels twice as big!

 

 

 

So great!

Speaking of big, have you ever been in a bathroom that’s TOO big? I have, and it’s not as fun as you’d think. It was so spacious that the toilet was smack dab in the center of distant wall, with nothing as much as a towel rack nearby and so uncomfortably far from the door. I’ve never felt so awkward while completely alone. Give me snug lil’ bathroom any day. This one from April at Uncookie Cutter is just right.

 

27 In Uncategorized

How I Saved My Skin for Less than $50

Hey friends, how is life? I hope it’s good for you. Things are actually going pretty well for me, especially compared to the dumpster fire my life was just a few months ago. Hooray! Hooray for storm clouds clearing out. They do that you know. No storm in life lasts forever. Because no storm in nature lasts forever. Except on Jupiter, where a dust storm has been raging for over 340 years. This is my attempt at being motivational, is it helping?

Anyway, during that time when life was a particularly stressful vortex of stupid, I experienced a problem that I know a lot of you struggle with too. But then I fixed it! And I’m going to tell you how. (This is non-sponsored by the way, just me sharing my random solutions with you). They are easy and affordable and totally doable, well most of them. There is one weird thing. We’ll get to that in a min.

Oh wait, I haven’t even told you what my problem was. The problem was adult acne. Like, barf.

When life gets stressful, my face is the first one to tell you about it, and it was sending the message to everyone loud and clear. Thanks face. Way to be a pal. It got really bad, friends. Really bad. Found-excuses-not-to-leave-the-house bad.

It was so painful, so bumpy and cystic, just horrible. Something was always brewing on my face and under the surface. I tried every solution on my never-ending quest to fix it. Every chemical concoction, every natural remedy, diet changes, thoughts and prayers, like, everything. I became a vegetarian, (PS that didn’t work), I drank carrot juice (zero stars), and then one day …

One day … it just kinda stopped. Did my stress level decrease? No, not really. Was it the carrot juice? AhahahHA. No. Did I spend a thousand dollars on products that promised to reverse the space/time continuum itself? Nope again.

I contribute it to a few very, very simple products. And then possibly one not-so-simple procedure.

So here’s what worked for me. I’m not promising it will work for you, but if your face is being a major jerkbagel like mine was, you already know it’s worth a shot.

Ok, obviously you should get enough sleep and water and whatever and eat healthy and stuff, and try to not stress out as your life is sucked into the darkest oblivion of despair, but everybody knows that. So do that stuff.

But then also try this:

(affiliate links ahead)

Yes to Cucumbers face wash – Have you heard of ’empties?’ This is one of my empties. That’s a name for a product you consistently use ALL of, because it’s just so good. It’s the only face wash I ever use anymore. So mild, so effective, and you only need a tiny bit. And it’s less than $7! Lots of reviewers also say that it helped clear up their acne too. Bonus: smells lightly and pleasantly cucumber-y.

Microfiber face cloths – Girl. I will sing their praises until the day I die. Maybe even from beyond the grave. “Miiiicrofiberrrrr faaaaace clllllothsss girrrrl …” They remove everything, right down to waterproof mascara with ease, but are so gentle on your skin. I have a stack of about 10 and take one with me whenever I travel. I forgot one on a trip once and had to use a hotel washcloth and felt like I was sandpapering off my entire face. #garbagerag #neveragain I’ve given this particular set out as gifts many times, and everyone reports back that they don’t know how they lived without them. When you wring them out in the sink, you can literally see how much makeup/grime/etc it pulled off your face. If I follow up with a cotton pad/toner, there is never a trace of residual makeup left behind. Sometimes if I’m particularly lazy, I’ll just use it wet without any cleanser and it still works great.

The Cure – I’ve talked about this exfoliator before. It will blow your mind every time. But one caveat: it’s really powerful. Use it once a week, mayyyybe twice. It’s addicting, because your face literally feels brand new afterwards, but too much and you are headed into Irritation City. Can you handle the responsibility? The power? I hope you can.

Daily Exfoliator – some people don’t need to exfoliate daily … but I notice a major difference when I don’t, so I do. This one has been around forever and it’s great, but honestly, I don’t even use this exact brand, I use the generic knock-off version from the grocery store and it has worked well for me. It costs like $2. Shhhh.

I always moisturize morning and night, but I’m constantly switching those up and don’t have a recommendation there, other than to say if you’ve been using the same products for years and still having trouble, you should obviously experiment with something else.

And that’s it! That’s the routine I’ve sworn by for the last year and it seems to have made a huge difference for me. It will cost you less than $50 and last a long time too.

And now, here’s the weird thing that is maybe not so doable for everyone. I have no earthly idea if this truly made any difference with my skin, the but timeline matches up, so perhaps yes??

It involves lady parts, just FYI.

Around a year ago I had a hydrothermal ablation done. I’m not going to get deep into the details, but basically this is a medical procedure that mitigates heavy periods by removing the lining of the uterine wall. I’m not having any more kids, so my doctor and I discussed this as an option to stop or dramatically lessen my periods. Um yes, sign me up. So he was like, K, you’re all signed up, and that was that.

It really was that easy. I had to go under, which is the worst part for me, (it takes me literally 9 billion years to come out of anesthesia), but the actual procedure was very simple, maybe 20 minutes. Pain was hardly noticeable. I was back to normal as soon as the anesthesia wore off. Periods essentially stopped. Cramps, what are those? PMS who? Side effects … none so far, other than MY SKIN CLEARED UP??! My periods always seemed to coincidence with the worst of my acne … but my acne was pretty much a 24/7 problem, so who can say.

Was this the magic cure? Or did the stars align at the right time and I found my holy grail of skin care products? I don’t know! But it worked for me, and I couldn’t be more grateful. I hope that info helps someone else out there, or if you’ve had a similar experience, please share!

Now to solve my next mystery: “The Case of the Hair and Nails That Absolutely Refuse to Grow.” Stay tuned.

 

9 In outdoors

Not in My Backyard

This heat is getting to me, guys. It’s August — August in Phoenix — where I could be sitting in an ice bath and still be sweating. I am, in fact, sitting in an ice bath and sweating. I’m not really. I’m sitting in a chair. But an ice bath sounds nice. Did you know it gets so stupidly hot here that only hot water comes out of our faucets? I have friends who literally put ice cubes in the tub when they bathe their babies. At least some of us are getting ice baths, I guess.

Also, everything in my backyard is dying because A) it’s stupid hot and B) I haven’t been watering it. I know, I know, it seems like there is an obvious solution to part B, but here’s the thing. My watering system only has two settings: ‘don’t work’ and ‘flood the whole damn neighborhood,’  so basically I just close my eyes when I go outside and that seems to be working for now.

Here’s a backyard that you won’t want to turn a blind eye to. Molly at Almost Makes Perfect. transformed this weed-filled space into a backyard oasis, and this is just a tiny glimpse of it! Head over there to take in every detail and creepily pretend that its your own backyard like I am.

MODERN BACKYARD MAKEOVER | betterafter.net

 

MODERN BACKYARD MAKEOVER | betterafter.net

 

9 In tables/dressers

Generally Electric

Last week on Friday I mentioned that I was so excited because I was about to see Electric Light Orchestra in concert. They haven’t toured north America since I WAS BORN, FOLKS. That was like, 29 years ago. (Give or take a … few). Can I impress upon you how big of a deal this is??

So now here we are a week later, and I feel somewhat obligated to let you know how it was. Here’s my report: It was absolutely awesome. Nothing short of perfection. Epic. Just so incredibly good. Jeff Lynne is such a talent. If you like ELO even a smidgen, go! You won’t regret it. You know what you will regret? NOT going. Jeff is 70 years old, go see this international treasure live while you still can. Our seats were way in the back back, but the band still sounded amazing, like I was listening to them straight out of the studio. It was such a feel-good vibe, even in the back back the crowd was on their feet dancing.

The only bummer was that they only played a single song for their encore, and they never played Strange Magic which hurt my soul a little bit, but I guess they are kinda old and needed to get to bed? Whatever, just go if you can.

Thanks for all your LA suggestions, my friend and I ended up somewhat accidentally hiking to the Hollywood sign and then taking a tour of the Scientology Celebrity Center just for kicks. Unfortunately we did not see any celebrity Scientologists. I was certain Tom Cruise and Juliette Lewis were going to pop out from around a corner holding hands, but no such luck. I was offered a corn muffin and many pointed suggestions to purchase Dianetics though. It was an interesting time.

So, that was my weekend in a nutshell. Did you get up to anything fun? Tell me all about it. Seriously, do, I love your funny comments so much.

And now, if you came here more for a before and after and less for rambling storytimes, here is a sweet dresser redo from Liz, the Naptime Decorator.

Solid wood dresser makeover with maple stained drawer-fronts | betterafter.net

Solid wood dresser makeover with maple stained drawer-fronts | betterafter.net

That is what happens when you strip, sand, and stain the drawer fronts of a solid-wood dresser. Don’t you dare try this with particle board, you’ll cry.

So good!

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