“I’m so tired of trying,” I texted, unable to hold back the tears any longer.
“I understand. I really do,” Brian replied.
That happened this morning. I’d planned this post topic weeks in advance, but let’s just say, I’m not an expert at making friends as an adult. It’s been a journey, and while I don’t have it mastered, I have come a long way. If you’ve struggled with making friends as an adult too, I hope my experience will help.
I’ve spent plenty of time over the last two months feeding Bennett, so instead of watching a show on Netflix, I decided to use the opportunity to catch up on my favorite motivational podcasts and find some new ones. Some of these are geared to women in business, others for Christian women, and others are really for anyone – they’re just like having coffee with your best friends in your own living room.
Here’s how we painted our dated oak kitchen cabinets, with plenty of before and after photos. Talk about the difference some paint makes! It’s a big job, but it pays off! Our realtor saw our kitchen before, and after we’d painted the cabinets, she suggested increasing what we planned to ask for the house by $30,000 – and it sold in one week.
Let’s take a trip down memory lane. These are the listing photos for our Arizona house.
In this post, I’ll show you how to make easy hand lettered signs – and you don’t need good handwriting!
I have an art problem. It’s a collection problem – I just love collecting it! When we moved to New York, we had a slightly crazy number of boxes labeled “art and decor.” I have a special soft spot for hand lettered signs. Whenever I go to craft fairs, or even Hobby Lobby, I want to buy ALL the farmhouse signs. Anyone else raising their hand?!
After one such craft fair, I realized I had a stash of perfectly sized scraps of wood. With a couple of inexpensive canvases I picked up on sale, by trial and error, I figured out how to create my own hand-lettered signs, without learning calligraphy!
Bennett’s birth story was a more positive experience for me than my first, which goes to show that every baby and every birth is different. Don’t be afraid the second time – everything could be different! Here’s our story:
Friday, September 7th, was already red letter day for the Conley family.