So Happy I'm Thirty

Boring little intro: First, let me take a moment to thank those who read my last post “Live Life Colorfully.” That post was uncharacteristic of my usual musings. For the next couple of months, I am going to be blogging about my interior design take over. I think that post was important for you to understand where my head is, my motivations, my beliefs behind all of these crazy design choices. **Disclaimer: I have absolutely NO formal design training. Hell, I don’t even have informal design training. My training is rooted in following my heart.** OK, now the fun stuff: For those that know me, this will come as no surprise at all. For those that don’t, I’ll fill you in. I am all about the appetizers. When I sit down at a restaurant, my eyes immediately go to the Starters. Then, to the wine list, of course. Calamari? Yes. Pimento cheese with some kind of bread, um, yeah. Charcuterie tray, bring it. Oysters? Do you even have to ask?  I could literally fill up on ONLY appetizers. Th...

You guys, I know so many of you are over it. You’ve already forgotten about it. It was just another day, and Anthony Bourdain’s death helped to normalize it. But, I can’t get over it yet. I am struggling. If Kate Spade was just your handbag designer, your china creator, your interior design inspiration, then you wouldn’t get it. I know many of you will find this so silly given the other dramas in our world like immigrant separation and the US withdrawing from the UN Human Rights, etc. But I am legitimately mourning Kate Spade’s death. Kate Spade was more than a designer, she was a symbol of joy. Her little tokens, these symbols, the phrases are inspiring. I am pretty vibe sensitive. The symbol means a lot to me. It changes my attitude, my thoughts. My perfume is called “Truly Daring.” I feel a little more Daring when I wear it. My day is a little bit brighter when I drink from my “Eat Cake For Breakfast” mug. I’m bolder when I wear my Kate Spade flats. I feel just a little mo...

Friends! Hi! I’ve missed you. I totally wish we could have happy hour, and I could tell you all of this over a nice cab and charcuterie tray. If only.... Let me explain. I haven’t blogged in about a month, but there’s a damn good reason. You see, I’ve been in the process of uprooting my whole entire life, my family, my friends, my job...all of it. If I start writing, then it all just flows out. I start processing and crying and freaking out. So, I didn’t. I legitimately pretended that I was not moving until I got into my car and drove to my new house in Atlanta. My very last day in Greenville, as I left my job that I have loved more than any person should love their “job,” I finally let myself cry. I cried as I hugged Judy, my favorite partner in crime. I cried when I let Meggie kiss me on the head one last time. I cried when Hamilton came in and got super uncomfortable with my emotions. I cried when Dr. Spinks said incredibly nice things about me at our end of the year luncheon. ...