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It's All About the App

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. They are truly the best part of every meal.

So, where I am I going with this? What does a good potato skin have to do with home decor? I’m so glad you asked. “It’s what’s on the inside that counts.” We’ve all heard it and I get it. But, if you aren’t paying attention to the outside, then you aren’t paying attention, sister. What’s on the outside totally counts. I don’t care who you are. I don’t care what you think. You can disagree with me all day, but the outside is ultimately your appetizer. What’s on the outside allows every single person have a little taste of what’s on the inside. For example: Of course, I have a dazzling personality, a top notch sense of humor, and a charming demeanor. I’m full of energy. I could laugh for days. You aren’t going to see ANY of that unless you like what you see on the outside. It’s your first impression. It matters. Why go any further if you aren’t interested in what you see?  I’ll go to the grave believing this.

Day 3 of living in Brookhaven, I started my projects. Poor Aaron, I’m going to bankrupt him. The people at Lowe’s actually do know me (not a joke). I started, of course, on the porches. I hadn’t done a single thing on the inside except organize the closet, but I needed people to know who moved in across the street before they come over for introductions. Before you see me in the yard, I need you to know what you’re getting yourself into. I live in a white brick house with gray shutters. This is literally the LEAST Jordon-like combo imaginable. It is a GREAT canvas for all of the fun things that I can do, so I don’t hate it. So, on day 3, I put together HOT PINK rocking chairs. On Day 6, I went to Lowe’s and planted beautiful hydrangeas and pink ivy. On Day 8, I put out my mermaid pillows. On day 10, I painted my freaking door pink. On day 13, I found the perfect shade of haint blue. On day 17, I found some adorable porch mats. IT IS GOING DOWN. White house and gray shutters? Look closer, my friend.




It’s ALL about the appetizer.
Let’s start with the front porch. I hope you love it as much as I do (you can’t actually love it that much).
Hot Pink Rocking Chairs and Cushions from Grandinroad.com
They always always have a sale going on. I put them together all by myself. Would highly recommend.

If you aren't planting ferns, you aren't doing it right. So easy. So cheap. So cute.

Because Brookhaven needs to know we are Patriots.

Table is also from Grandin Road

That arch though

Succulent Success

These mermaid pillows!!! I'll let you in on a secret. The Williamston Fabric store is open once per month and you can snag adorable fabrics for CUSTOM pillows for only $7 per yard. Stop it.

The Cotton Wreath like every Good Southern Girl

It haint blue, it haint green. It IS perfect. SW Watery, only the most haintiest of haints will do.

$80 rug? Heck no girl. Got that sweet baby from Aldi for $6.

Moving on. Back porch is where it's at!
Step 1: plant flowers. Obviously pink ones that won't die immediately. Perfect planters are super easy. Remember: You need a THRILLER, FILLER, & SPILLER. DONE.

Our Realtor bought this amazing bench for us! I am so in love. Of course, Aaron Beasley showing his Kendrick pride with his fancy Texas star. I also put that up myself. I used masonry drill bits. Y'all. I am so handy. And I love drilling things.

The pink door. Ok, listen. This is serious. When I was 40 weeks pregnant, I was trying to walk that baby out every stinking day. I was so mad. So sad. So miserable. So emotional. Every day I would walk to the end of Waccamaw Circle because the house at the end had a pink door. I swore to myself that if I ever had a white house, this would be the first thing I'd do. And I could NOT love it more.

Adorable pillows also from Realtor. So classy!

Don't be hainting. I totally painted both of these porch ceilings myself. On an 8 ft ladder. It was terrifying, but worth it. The blue tape is the worst part. It takes 5 million years. So much precision. So boring, but please do not paint without taping it off. Just don't do it.

Heart emoji eyes all day every day.

Another Aldi Rug. Aldi, stop making me love you so much by being so perfect.

Stay tuned, Friday I'll have some wacky wallpaper. Another awesomely painted ceiling by yours truly and the most adorable light you've ever seen. Coming SOON!


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