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remodeling…blondie learned to paint

What I first learned in Painting 101 is it’s easier to hire someone else to do it.  Secondly, I learned I needed to make an appointment to have my roots done.

me painting2

After getting a quick lesson at the paint department in Home Depot, from the person who has since become my new best friend, I headed home to put my new skills to work.  Because after painting an entire wall with a two inch brush, I realized I needed a paint roller.  Life altering decision.  I would still be painting that room.

But regardless of my new paint roller owning status, painting is a tedious job.

paint utensils

Tape. Paint.  Wait.  Paint.  Untape.  Retape.  Paint.  Wait.  Paint.  Cocktails.

Cocktails to celebrate you finally finished a room.  And then a cocktail in misery when you realize you have to paint the next room.

a morning boost…

morning boost 2

I’m over juicing.

It’s labor intensive and takes me an eternity to make one drink.  And in the end, the drink ends up costing me $26 in produce, not to mention ginger and bizarre additions like turmeric or parsley.

morning boost ingredients

Where does one go post-juicing fade?  I’m not quite sure, but I own a costly blender and decided to put it to use.

So this is what I’ve been calling my ‘morning boost’.  I need one.  I’m laaazy.

I use a handful of each ~blueberries, raspberries and kale~ add cocowater and lemon.  Sprinkle with chia seeds and voila.

morning boost

And since moving my Saturdays have become less my own, I’m off to Home Depot to take a class on “How to Tile.”  Hopefully this will help me pay attention because tiles don’t seem to hold my attention quite like an issue of Vogue does…

beautifying the mail…

mail box

In a neighborhood of highly manicured yards, apparently my yard leaves a little to be desired.  I have that house.

When we moved in, our neighbor from across the street came over to introduce himself while I was pulling up weeds (which in a past life I never thought I would ever say) and he made the comment he couldn’t wait to see what I had in store for the yard.

I guess that’s what one calls a subtle hint.

mailbox 2

Which led me to question, what did I have in store?  My original answer was grass.  Which it conveniently already had.

But since, I’ve realized the error in my ways and have tried to get a little more landscape savvy.  Honestly, it’s a lot of work, kind of like being more ‘install your own tile savvy’ is.

mailbox 3

 So I started small.

I have a one foot circumference around the mailbox that was filled in with dirt (I guess I really did have a little work to do…) which is now a beautiful utopia of Lowes’ brightest flower assortment.

We live on a double lot, so in the grand scheme of things a one foot circumference maybe didn’t make quite the impact I’m looking for.

But, like I said it’s a start. Baby flower steps.

flowers & crowns…

flower girl

In between staining cabinets, painting bedrooms and the daily battles that have become my personal war with our contractor, I’ve been working.


flowergirl crown-white


A bride in New Orleans contacted me to make flower crowns to outfit all her little flower girls for her upcoming wedding at the Marigny Opera House.



Off white flowers on adjustable crowns with white gauze ribbons.

So of course, I made one for me too.  But mine was larger.  And pink…


tis the season…

saints headband

From here on out my Saturdays are devoted to college football and Sundays are reserved for Saints games.

My go-to Sunday accessory, a Deepa Gurnani headband in the classic black and gold combo.

Geaux Saints

misadventures of remodeling…

When we originally bought this house in New Orleans to remodel and sell, I hadn’t personally planned on doing much manual labor.  It’s not a strong suit of mine.  I always thought of myself as more of a delegator.  Be that as it may, apparently I’m also a laborer.

But today starts the beginning of month two in our new house and things are finally starting to happen.

My mom was in town last week and told me “things seem to be moving right along” but I think she could tell I needed to hear that.  It was pretty obvious to both parties that statement was made more in regards to protecting my feelings than telling the truth.  At that point all that had happened was the countertops and sinks had been ripped out of the kitchen and every bathroom.  I’m still making bathtub coffee on the floor of tacky linoleum kitchen floor.

floor coffee

{my morning ritual}

Three weeks ago it felt like camping (or what I assume camping to be like), now it feels like defeat.  And tastes like chlorine.

So “moving right along” wasn’t the general consensus around here last week, but like I mentioned things are finally starting to happen.  Like at a glacier gliding across the arctic, you can’t see the change, but it’s happening.

When our general contractor informed us of his opinion of how much it was going to cost to update our house (it was general construction highway robbery in my opinion) I suddenly realized my second calling is in construction.  How hard could it really be?  Well, I learned it’s actually all quite hard.  But doable-ish.

I’ve noticed I start happy hour a little earlier everyday.

me stain

{my stair prison}

Three weeks ago I taught myself how to stain wood.  Here’s what  learned- it’s the worst.  It literally stinks and figuratively stinks.  But regardless I stained our stairs and banister then vowed never to go near stain again.  Last week I broke my vow and stained our bar cabinets and shelves.  Apparently during the interim week between stain jobs (when I was doing my actual real life job I seem to have forgotten all about), I must have failed to remember how terrible staining in fact was because I decided to teach myself to remove, stain and re-install old bar cabinetry.

But at this point I saved us over $2000.  And I’m just getting started.


This week I decided to teach myself, via Youtube videos, how to paint.  I’m normally an ‘act and then see where the chips may fall’ type of person but have been reprimanded about that type of behavior so I bought a paint roller.  I think it looks great.  I think everything I’ve done so far looks great.   But then again my vision is terrible and am a little biased.

So the moral of my adventure in remodeling is, when someone says “DIY”, understand it’s exponentially harder than it sounds.  Like a rough estimate of at least 110x harder.

And remember, painting is boring.  Invest in Bando’s diamond speakers.  I believe this is what all the painters have.

bando speaker

Oh, it’s 3:56 pm?  I believe it’s happy hour.



 My favorite beauty tool, known to woman, is mascara.  I usually have about three or four favorites going around in the mascara rotation at any given time: Estee Lauder Sumptuous Volume, Lancome Hypnose Star and any wand from Maybelline is pretty much amazing.

Recently while perusing Vogue, I saw a picture of the new Lancome Grandiose wand and knew I had to have it.


Once I mastered the wand (which did take a couple tries), it flew to the front of the mascara line.  Super black, gets every lash and makes for some dramatic lashes.

Now I just need to get my hands on the crazy Givenchy Phenomen’Eyes mascara.  Next up on the lashwishlist.