All put together on the outside, but still very much NOT together on the inside.
I got a pineapple tea light holder at a thrift store in TX, spray painted it gold, & made it modern DIY home decor.
I made this DIY heart sweater with red fabric paint for Valentine's Day and I’m obsessed!
I use an empty tissue box as a paper-scrap ‘catch all’ and my workspace has never been neater!
A metaphor about my sister’s empty, yet-to-be-lived-in apartment & me.
My baby cousin Raelyn is 1 year old. Reflecting on her first year with us.
How I did this simple DIY decor project & my thoughts on doing projects ‘just because’.
That time my 6th grade dreams came true & I was Selena for Halloween.
A behind-the-scenes look at a New Year’s DIY photoshoot I created on may own.
These painted & reupholstered dining chairs have been my favorite home decor DIY yet!
This is what my apartment looked like after living there for three months.
I created a new hashtag on IG, and share too many thoughts on our ‘posting’ culture.
I’m trying to tap into work that I LOVE doing. The struggle in that is REAL, but not shameful.
My feelings on the morning of my 33rd birthday, or 396th month.
“Hey, it’s okay…” is something we don’t get reminded enough. Read this post to be reminded.
A list of five fun wall calendars to jazz up your home office & while keeping you on track.
I’ve become more aware of my Type A perfectionist behaviors and the problems they create.
Hey, you perfectionist! What hobbies are you turning into responsibilities?
I once said something that changed how I thought about my anxiety forever.
I’m calling Summer 2018 “my summer with the sky.” This post explains why, and talks about codependency.
This is the post where I compare this website to Wilson, the volleyball from Castaway.
Five things that have been helping me deal with the sadness caused by the break-up.
My apartment since he left and all the ways it’s missing him, and I’m missing him.
My boyfriend & I broke up, and he moved out of my apartment. This is the aftermath of him leaving.

Sleeping over my mom’s house at 33 y/o, wondering where my life is going, and His answer.