renovation diaries – month 2

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i know i have left you SO hanging on the renovation diaries.  i am truly sorry!  but, here is the installment of month 2 – and my housekeeper in coming on friday (let’s be honest, that’s the only time it’s ever photo worthy) so i will snap some pictures and do the big reveal next week!!!  now that i am feeling a bit better, i am ready for some blogging.

ok, we left off with faucets on order, kitchen floor laid, tile prep work nearly done in the bathroom.  it’s hard to believe that + demo took a full month, but it did!  the second month was HAPPENING though.  exciting stuff coming through the doors nearly every day!

at the tail end of month 1, i made a trip out to my cabinet maker’s showroom to pick out the finishes for the cabinets.  margaret had already picked the paint color (sherwin williams eider white) so that part was easy.  as for the cabinets themselves, they had SO MANY different styles to choose from, ranging from modern to super traditional.  they said that 70% of the cabinets they install were this style – shaker style with a bead around the edges.

IMG_5024what is so amazing about custom cabinets is that i said that i wasn’t really crazy about the beading…and they said, “ok, no problem – we’ll take it out!”  love that.  so they did and i love the nice, clean look of them in my kitchen!

and you remember that i like to make things difficult.  well, i couldn’t find any cabinet pulls and knobs that i LOVED at their showroom (i mean they only had like 400) so i ordered some from restoration hardware.  i found these ephram knobs in polished chrome for the cabinet doors:

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and the chatham pulls, also in polished chrome, for the drawers:

Screen Shot 2014-05-18 at 4.21.35 PMi went with  polished chrome because the kitchen faucet i found on ebay was polished chrome.  i sort of blew the faucet budget with my beautiful (but pricey) brass faucets and fittings in the bathroom so had to procure a deal on the kitchen faucet!  i really wanted a bridge style faucet but had to repeatedly tell myself that this will not be my last chance to get one.  and this one works fine and looks good :)  it’s an 8″ kingston brass model and i think i paid $200 for it on ebay.

41zKaAwQ5JLbut here’s a couple of bridge style faucets just so we all can drool…


e84b00154cada01a32916bdc18f4124eanyhow.  back at the ranch, the shower tile was coming together.  and i loved seeing the tile guys’ good will hunting-ish calculations on the new drywall (we had to get brand new drywall because prior owners committed cardinal sin of painting over wallpaper and it would not come off!).

IMG_5040how cute is that niche?  margaret just explained to them what she wanted and they built it.  it was kind of amazing.  the bottom piece is a touch wider to allow for more storage.


soon after, it was CABINET DAY!  this is when things really started taking shape and i began to have hope that we wouldn’t be living in a construction zone forever.  funny story about the bathroom cabinets: since all of this happened during a busy holiday card season and in a compressed time frame (8 weeks start to finish), there was just not all that much time to hem and haw over a lot of things.  so whenever i would ask margaret for a paint color or instructions on how to install something, i would just repeat exactly what she told me to the contractors (remember we had no GC so it was me dealing with all of the subs, which i loved and turned out to be a great decision).  so when the cabinets for the bathroom showed up, they were a beautiful dark grey – i had just told the cabinet guys what color to paint them and had no idea what color it was.  plus i trust margaret implicitly so i knew it would be gorge!  i loooove them and they add the perfect amount of contrast!!


also, i was worried about those feet at the bottoms of the cabinets being too decorative or traditional or something, but i ended up LOVING THEM.  they are so pretty and add just a touch of flourish to the cabinets.  and i love love love the bumpout in the middle!  (remember that from the inspiration pics?)

IMG_5112oh, and those cabinet pulls and knobs had not arrived yet so my cabinet guys came back to install those at a later date.

and the kitchen (one side anyway – and that big hole on the right is for the microwave drawer, which was a fab suggestion from the cabinet guy):


not long after all of this, it was COUNTERTOP DAY!  omg so exciting. you can tell this install guy is totally stoked too.

IMG_5131we bought sinks from the countertop people too; made for a seamless install.  i opted for an undermount stainless steel sink in the kitchen – just felt it was more timeless and practical than a white farmhouse sink.



oh, and our carpenters added an arch and enlarged the doorway leading to the kitchen.  i’ll do a before/after on the smaller jobs we did around the house like that.

IMG_5136YAY!!!  after this, there were small installs like the bathroom mirror, glass shower door, towel racks, painting, kitchen backsplash, appliance install but that is all BO-RING so i didn’t take any pictures.  plus i was exhausted from all of those holiday cards. here’s what i was up to behind the scenes:

tying hundreds of pieces of twine around cards…

IMG_5120holding late late night picture-affixing, ribbon-wrapping and envelope-lining sessions with carly and laine (total lifesavers, those two)…

IMG_5129and…  in case you want a good laugh.  so i saw my good friend from college, portia, at some point during the renovation and she said her house was a mess.  i told her she should come over, because our house would make her feel so much better about hers, as it was a total and complete disaster zone with &($* everywhere.  she did not believe me (i don’t know why; she’s lived with me before) and told me to send her a photo when i got home.  so i did.  displaced furniture, layer of construction dust, faucets and lighting waiting for their turn, holiday card surplus, our kitchen table and chairs in the dining room (alongside dining room table/chairs = you could barely move) and don’t forget the fridge crammed in there too.  this should make anyone feel better about the state of their home – we lived like this for two long months!!  #omg

IMG_5115that picture reminds me of an episode of hoarders…i’m going to go clean out a closet or something.

back next week with the final result!!! thanks for being so patient and i promise never to do a series of anything again. :)


err in the direction of kindness

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greetings, folks!  i’ve been taking an obvious blog sabbatical.  because of THIS:


can you even believe that bump is only fourteen weeks old in this picture??? y’all – the 3rd baby is not messing around. i have been showing since i peed on the stick and basically in maternity clothes since then too.  i tried to do the whole rubber-band-around-the-button-thing and then decided not to be a hero, and promptly started wearing full-fledged maternity pants.  much better.  anyway, we are all elated / scared / excited / scared.  and i apologize for going MIA, but i have been feeling just awful.  anytime that 2nd trimester golden age wants to kick in, i am ready!!!!

this past weekend, a gaggle of girlfriends and i celebrated the wedding of our very good friend, dorothy, on daufuskie island, SC!  it was a blast and SO beautiful.  full blog post to come, as i did many of the paper items.  here is a quick picture of us on the way to the rehearsal dinner. (l-r: amy, dorothy aka THE BRIDE, betsey, me and jen)

photo-197p.s. i love that green dress – i bought it from a v. stylish neighbor & friend who had used it as a maternity dress of sorts too.  it’s a generously cut DVF!  love that diane.

we all arrived on daufuskie on thursday; betsey and i driving together from atlanta and catching the 6:30 ferry from hilton head.  i pictured us completely wind-blown and maybe a little damp from the surf during the ferry ride, but turns out ferries have come a long way – we sat in an air-conditioned room with cushioned seats!  who knew.  we were shown to our golf cart and started on our trek to our house, a simple 20 minute golf cart ride away…  except for a plethora of roundabouts, forks, windy roads, is that a median or do we veer left?  that kind of thing.  this sweet, sweet old man saw that we were lost and asked where we were headed – we told him our address and he said, “ah – i’m going that direction.  follow me – where i turn right, you turn left!”  so we did.  and we got to the point where he was supposed to turn right, and he said “you know – it’s kind of tricky back there.  i’ll just take you all the way.”  how kind of him to take time out of his night to show two gals on their way.  i think he is a perfect example of george saunders’ commencement address — have you read this??  you must.  it is so good.  i want to “err in the direction of kindness.”  and watch out for monkey poop.  rush has recently made the proclamation that when we reach the age of 100, we will all shrink back into babies.  maybe he’s not all wrong; babies are generally pretty loving and kind.  here it is:


George Saunders convocation speech, Syracuse University, 2013.

Down through the ages, a traditional form has evolved for this type of speech, which is: Some old fart, his best years behind him, who, over the course of his life, has made a series of dreadful mistakes (that would be me), gives heartfelt advice to a group of shining, energetic young people, with all of their best years ahead of them (that would be you).

And I intend to respect that tradition.

Now, one useful thing you can do with an old person, in addition to borrowing money from them, or asking them to do one of their old-time “dances,” so you can watch, while laughing, is ask: “Looking back, what do you regret?” And they’ll tell you. Sometimes, as you know, they’ll tell you even if you haven’t asked. Sometimes, even when you’ve specifically requested they not tell you, they’ll tell you.

So: What do I regret? Being poor from time to time? Not really. Working terrible jobs, like “knuckle-puller in a slaughterhouse?” (And don’t even ASK what that entails.) No. I don’t regret that. Skinny-dipping in a river in Sumatra, a little buzzed, and looking up and seeing like 300 monkeys sitting on a pipeline, pooping down into the river, the river in which I was swimming, with my mouth open, naked? And getting deathly ill afterwards, and staying sick for the next seven months? Not so much. Do I regret the occasional humiliation? Like once, playing hockey in front of a big crowd, including this girl I really liked, I somehow managed, while falling and emitting this weird whooping noise, to score on my own goalie, while also sending my stick flying into the crowd, nearly hitting that girl? No. I don’t even regret that.

But here’s something I do regret:

In seventh grade, this new kid joined our class. In the interest of confidentiality, her Convocation Speech name will be “ELLEN.” ELLEN was small, shy. She wore these blue cat’s-eye glasses that, at the time, only old ladies wore. When nervous, which was pretty much always, she had a habit of taking a strand of hair into her mouth and chewing on it.

So she came to our school and our neighborhood, and was mostly ignored, occasionally teased (“Your hair taste good?” — that sort of thing). I could see this hurt her. I still remember the way she’d look after such an insult: eyes cast down, a little gut-kicked, as if, having just been reminded of her place in things, she was trying, as much as possible, to disappear. After awhile she’d drift away, hair-strand still in her mouth. At home, I imagined, after school, her mother would say, you know: “How was your day, sweetie?” and she’d say, “Oh, fine.” And her mother would say, “Making any friends?” and she’d go, “Sure, lots.”

Sometimes I’d see her hanging around alone in her front yard, as if afraid to leave it.

And then — they moved. That was it. No tragedy, no big final hazing.

One day she was there, next day she wasn’t.

End of story.

Now, why do I regret that? Why, forty-two years later, am I still thinking about it? Relative to most of the other kids, I was actually pretty nice to her. I never said an unkind word to her. In fact, I sometimes even (mildly) defended her.

But still. It bothers me.

So here’s something I know to be true, although it’s a little corny, and I don’t quite know what to do with it:

What I regret most in my life are failures of kindness.

Those moments when another human being was there, in front of me, suffering, and I responded . . . sensibly. Reservedly. Mildly.

Or, to look at it from the other end of the telescope: Who, in your life, do you remember most fondly, with the most undeniable feelings of warmth?

Those who were kindest to you, I bet.

It’s a little facile, maybe, and certainly hard to implement, but I’d say, as a goal in life, you could do worse than: Try to be kinder.

Now, the million-dollar question: What’s our problem? Why aren’t we kinder?

Here’s what I think:

Each of us is born with a series of built-in confusions that are probably somehow Darwinian. These are: (1) we’re central to the universe (that is, our personal story is the main and most interesting story, the only story, really); (2) we’re separate from the universe (there’s US and then, out there, all that other junk – dogs and swing-sets, and the State of Nebraska and low-hanging clouds and, you know, other people), and (3) we’re permanent (death is real, o.k., sure – for you, but not for me).

Now, we don’t really believe these things – intellectually we know better – but we believe them viscerally, and live by them, and they cause us to prioritize our own needs over the needs of others, even though what we really want, in our hearts, is to be less selfish, more aware of what’s actually happening in the present moment, more open, and more loving.

So, the second million-dollar question: How might we DO this? How might we become more loving, more open, less selfish, more present, less delusional, etc., etc?

Well, yes, good question.

Unfortunately, I only have three minutes left.

So let me just say this. There are ways. You already know that because, in your life, there have been High Kindness periods and Low Kindness periods, and you know what inclined you toward the former and away from the latter. Education is good; immersing ourselves in a work of art: good; prayer is good; meditation’s good; a frank talk with a dear friend; establishing ourselves in some kind of spiritual tradition — recognizing that there have been countless really smart people before us who have asked these same questions and left behind answers for us.

Because kindness, it turns out, is hard — it starts out all rainbows and puppy dogs, and expands to include . . . well, everything.

One thing in our favor: some of this “becoming kinder” happens naturally, with age. It might be a simple matter of attrition: as we get older, we come to see how useless it is to be selfish — how illogical, really. We come to love other people and are thereby counter-instructed in our own centrality. We get our butts kicked by real life, and people come to our defense, and help us, and we learn that we’re not separate, and don’t want to be. We see people near and dear to us dropping away, and are gradually convinced that maybe we too will drop away (someday, a long time from now). Most people, as they age, become less selfish and more loving. I think this is true. The great Syracuse poet, Hayden Carruth, said, in a poem written near the end of his life, that he was “mostly Love, now.”

And so, a prediction, and my heartfelt wish for you: as you get older, your self will diminish and you will grow in love. YOU will gradually be replaced by LOVE. If you have kids, that will be a huge moment in your process of self-diminishment. You really won’t care what happens to YOU, as long as they benefit. That’s one reason your parents are so proud and happy today. One of their fondest dreams has come true: you have accomplished something difficult and tangible that has enlarged you as a person and will make your life better, from here on in, forever.

Congratulations, by the way.

When young, we’re anxious — understandably — to find out if we’ve got what it takes. Can we succeed? Can we build a viable life for ourselves? But you — in particular you, of this generation — may have noticed a certain cyclical quality to ambition. You do well in high-school, in hopes of getting into a good college, so you can do well in the good college, in the hopes of getting a good job, so you can do well in the good job so you can . . .

And this is actually O.K. If we’re going to become kinder, that process has to include taking ourselves seriously — as doers, as accomplishers, as dreamers. We have to do that, to be our best selves.

Still, accomplishment is unreliable. “Succeeding,” whatever that might mean to you, is hard, and the need to do so constantly renews itself (success is like a mountain that keeps growing ahead of you as you hike it), and there’s the very real danger that “succeeding” will take up your whole life, while the big questions go untended.

So, quick, end-of-speech advice: Since, according to me, your life is going to be a gradual process of becoming kinder and more loving: Hurry up. Speed it along. Start right now. There’s a confusion in each of us, a sickness, really: selfishness. But there’s also a cure. So be a good and proactive and even somewhat desperate patient on your own behalf — seek out the most efficacious anti-selfishness medicines, energetically, for the rest of your life.

Do all the other things, the ambitious things — travel, get rich, get famous, innovate, lead, fall in love, make and lose fortunes, swim naked in wild jungle rivers (after first having it tested for monkey poop) – but as you do, to the extent that you can, err in the direction of kindness. Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial. That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality — your soul, if you will — is as bright and shining as any that has ever been. Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Teresa’s. Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place. Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly.

And someday, in 80 years, when you’re 100, and I’m 134, and we’re both so kind and loving we’re nearly unbearable, drop me a line, let me know how your life has been. I hope you will say: It has been so wonderful.

Congratulations, Class of 2013.

I wish you great happiness, all the luck in the world, and a beautiful summer.


hoping to not be as much of a stranger; i’ve missed y’all!



october things wrap-up

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can i still say happy halloween?  we had a great time hanging out with princess jasmine and an astronaut on 10/31.



they got lots of mileage out of their costumes with wearing them at school, a children’s museum party, a party my in-laws took them to, and a spooky playdate.  i thank heavens i have cute friends who do things like spooky playdates, because i sure as heck ain’t going to.

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adorable, right?  she even had a craft for the kids to do!  i feel like i’m doing really good if i find a pair of matching socks.  it was precious and the kids just loved it!

one of my super cute clients asked me to whip up some fall-themed “cheers!” tags that she could tie to pumpkins to deliver to friends.  first of all – what a fabulous and creative idea for a gift!  who wouldn’t love a pretty pumpkin for their doorstep in october?!  just love how the whole package looked – perfectly festive!

sally pumpkins

cheers pumpking

this is not really october-y, but happened in october…  rbb and i casually mentioned getting a new faucet for our hall bathroom.  the one that was in there was just kind of cheap and started acting like it.  i happened to be at home depot and passed a clearance end cap with a bunch of stuff…and i can never pass a clearance rack of any sort and not have my eyeballs zero in on it.  i saw a pretty martha stewart faucet with no price tag.

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there was only one of this kind, but the others around it were all marked down in the neighborhood of $60-$80.  i took it up to the cash register to get them to price check it…they scanned it and it rang up for $0.01.  well, obviously that can’t be right.  the cashier called a manager over to look at it – the manager looked at me and said, “i’m sorry ma’am, we are required to sell you this item at what it rang up for.”  i’m sorry?!  lady, you just made my DAY!  lest the universe think you’re ahead in life for more than 5 minutes, rush spilled iced coffee all over my keyboard the next day.  so i thought the universe and i were even, and went on my merry way after a quick visit to the apple store.

a few days later, rbb set forth to install the new faucet (those tech guys – they’re handy ones) and after toiling over it all day, he found that the pedestal sink had cracked and thought it might topple over at any minute.  cue to immediate ordering of a new pedestal sink from home depot.  universe, you got me on this one.  we had a plumber come over to install the new sink with the faucet and i just had to laugh when he asked if it was supposed to look like this.

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um….no.  that would be a basin and a pedestal from two totally different sinks.  most expensive, annoying penny faucet EVER.

lots has happened since around these parts, but i will have to save that for a post next week.  think: demo crews, studs and all kinds of workmen traipsing around.  back with more when i crawl out from under the construction dust and holiday cards!!


mid-july tidbits

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um…  was it really june when i last posted?  let’s catch up, shall we?  been a little wild down in these parts.  kids out of school, life in general, rain every day…and tons of orders to get out the door.  i am so blessed to have had a surge of orders these past few weeks – but it has knocked me on my tush a little bit too, trying to get it all done.  i’m a ‘yes’ person and especially for my clients that i love working with.  i hate disappointing my clients.  oh i’m on the table having a c-section?  can i get you your drafts after i get out of recovery and hold the baby for awhile?  cool.  brb.

but anyway.  let’s talk hard news!

i just got back from a fantastic weekend in austin, shacking up with my designer friend jen in her bad-a new home and getting anointed (that’s a thing, right?) to be a proper godmother to the sweetest baby boy, collier.  we had a big time and i can’t tell you the good eats we ingested.  it deserves another post!  here’s jen and i though.  i just got that dress and it’s my new fave.  it’s like all my favorite fashions melded together into a super dress…movable, breathable silk jersey material, DVF wrap around dress pattern, and a long maxi to boot!  plus, it was perfect in the ONE HUNDRED degree heat.

jen and i, in austin

so, you may have heard me mention that rbb and i have “his” (bachelor pad house), “hers” (adorable 1920s condo) and “ours” (house we live in now) properties.  we didn’t mean for it to happen, and we certainly aren’t real estate moguls (i mean…unless it’s the ones you make fun of because they make terrible deals).  we clinked some glass a few weeks ago when the “his” property sold to a nice couple…and just like that, we don’t have to ever worry about that house again.  what an awesome feeling!  life seems so much more manageable with just our house and the condo, which is occupied by the best and cutest tenant, ever (proof).

goodbye 1895

speaking of houses…we had some major activity at ours last week!  my sweet neighbor across the street texted me while i was out and my mom was at the house taking care of the kids (she does it once a week for me – what a gift!  thanks mom!!).  she said she wasn’t sure if the car in front of our house belonged to us…but that a big limb fell on it and busted out the back window.  i raced home and could not believe my eyes!  glass absolutely everywhere and a huge dent in the roof.  and get this, the car was totaled!  crazy.  at least it was just a car and wasn’t a person walking their dog, or my mom getting something out of her trunk.

don’t be jelly of our awesome lawn.


i’ve been doing a ton of gift orders.  anniversary gifts, birthday gifts, baby gifts, you name it.  this was one for a couple’s 2nd anniversary – cotton!  so clever, my peeps are.

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and p.s., i am going to roll out gift certificates in the next couple of months!  right in time for holiday lists.

it hasn’t been all work.  sometimes we stop to smell the roses, or sit on a bench and have a lollie.

quick snackand i can’t tell you how big girl it feels to use my new monogrammed cocktail napkins from gramercy.  i feel like i am legit.  they really make me happy to look at.

2 legit 2 quitbe on the lookout for some more room reveals coming up soon…if i find my camera battery (it’s always something, right?), i’ll feature my guest bath reveal next week!

hope you all are having fantastic julys…i will try to not be as much of a stranger :)


for the spectators

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i, like you, watched in horror as the news unfolded yesterday surrounding the events at the boston marathon.  just how…  and why…  WHY?  as you know, the finish line at a marathon is not packed with accomplished and elite runners – it’s filled with loved ones of the runners.  the spouses, children, parents, friends and family members that all came out to see their person cross the finish line.  and it’s a special thing, what you see at the finish line.  the sheer level of humanity present will just about make your heart burst wide open.  the person who got injured along the way, limping along and being supported by a fellow contestant.  the special needs child being pushed by their parent (a wonderful example here).  a son who is running in honor of his late mother with the words “i miss you mom” on the back of his jersey (i actually saw this while running in a race and it is very difficult to run and cry at the same time).  i love this article from the washington post entitled “if you are losing faith in humanity, go out and watch a marathon.”  it’s true.

i ran a marathon once…many, many moons ago.  it was the 2005 chicago marathon, and my friend betsey and i trained and ran together the whole way (she likes to remind me that we only stopped running once – for my restroom break – but i would like to point out that i waited to find a port-a-potty that had no line!).  the race day was one of my favorite experiences in life – it is truly amazing to see people lining each side of the race route, at least 4 or 5 deep, cheering for you and rooting you on – a perfect stranger.  in the chicago marathon, they lined the streets for literally every bit of the 26.2 miles – it was unbelievable.  some of the spectators were our loved ones – our good friend dorothy, betsey’s friend from college carter, and my cousin alicia.  they found us at 3 or 4 different points during the race, including the finish line, and it was so, so cool and special.  it breaks my  heart to think that some of the people affected did just what our friends and family did – showed up to support them, and ended up with a tragic outcome.

just because i’m feeling nostalgic, here are a couple of shots from the race.  this was betsey and me before we started – sadly, i couldn’t find any of the whole group.


they had all of the runners’ names on a wall outside the marathon hotel…  (my maiden name, obvi – and remember FILM?!  this photo got double exposed!)

At63my heart goes out to all of those in boston – and especially the spectators.


the jolly man in red

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somewhere between all of the envelope lining and picture affixing, we found time to take the kids (still weird to say that plural version) to see santa.  this year, we opted to visit b.braithwaite’s santa claus, a local baby and children’s boutique that takes appointments and makes for an overall pretty painless experience.

last year, santa was way scary.  this year he was still a little suspect…

and rush wanted to heave ho immediately…

but then santa started talking cars…

and all was right in the world.

rinne was stoic.  and definitely not impressed.

and how 2011 is this – we walked away from santa with a flash drive containing our digital pictures!  wow.



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well, the holiday rush has just about come to a close.  i’ve been able to get a few zzzzs, and even shove a few of our own christmas cards out the door…as well as go to the grocery store and take more regular showers, which everyone in this household is thankful for.   i have to admit, it’s nice to go to bed earlier than 2 a.m. again!  the exciting news is that over 3500 households will be receiving a calliespondence holiday card this year.  3500+!   boggles my mind.  crazy.

i can’t tell you how humbled i am by all of the orders i received this holiday season.  i never know going into these holiday seasons how busy i’m going to be (this being my big 2nd one), and i was purely blown away.  it may seem like just a christmas card to some people, but i know how i feel about christmas cards – and they are so much more than a piece of paper.    an imprint of your style and likeness in this year, 2011.  an entry saved in a stack of your family’s holiday cards to look through over the years, or maybe you frame them all together to show the progress of each family member.  a birth announcement saved in a baby book.  these are not things i take for granted, and i am so very honored that so many people would want me to help them preserve this year in the form of a holiday card.

i also am lucky enough to have received some truly sweet and touching client feedback.  i really have the nicest, most thoughtful clients in the world.  i can’t tell you how great it makes me feel when someone loves their cards, and takes the time to send me an email or a text letting me know.  it makes me well up with tears sometimes (not that that’s hard to do while still nursing!  oh the hormones…).  that’s the kind of client experience that i envisioned when i dreamt up calliespondence – there is someone who cares on the other end of the email.  i just don’t think you can get that a lot of places these days.  and maybe this isn’t a very smart business strategy, but i never want calliespondence to become so big that i don’t get to know my clients and lose that personal touch…because that’s why i do this and why i love it.

so thank you all – for reading the blog, for letting me design your holiday cards, for thinking of me when you have a baby to announce, for commenting on facebook, for telling a friend about calliespondence, for making this little pipe dream into a reality.  i have to say, a couple of years ago i never thought it would happen, but i guess it’s just one of those christmas miracles.

they really do exist, y’all.


p.s. a special thanks to rbb who affixed a good many of those cards’ pictures…he’s the best!

260 fifth ave

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do you know what is going on right now?

the DVF sample sale.  items are 75% off, people.  oh how i would love to be at 260 fifth ave, new york, new york right now!  i’m sure those racks are full of wrap dresses that would love to find a nice home in my closet.

how much do you love the coat check for the sale.  i mean really?

but even though i would LOVE to be combing the racks in nyc right now, i don’t like anything as much as hanging out with these two.

well, these two and baby jesus (in rush’s hands).  can’t forget him.

larry munson, a damn good dawg

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if you don’t reside in the south, you may not understand this, but college football is its own kind of religion down here.  weddings are planned around it, parties hinge on game times being announced and fall saturdays in athens just smell different (like bourbon and coke to be exact).  i was raised a georgia bulldog – we bleed red and black, believe that the varsity provides the best chili dogs this side of the mississippi and never miss an opportunity to poke a little fun at the nerds (aka georgia tech yellow jackets…rbb’s alma mater).  we also can all recognize the familiar scratchy voice of uga’s long-time announcer, larry munson, punctuating our glories between the hedges and elsewhere with his colorful sayings and exuberant cheers at an unexpected touchdown.

it was a treat when you would be in the car during a football game and tune into larry’s vivid play calls and version of what was going on…almost better than actually being at the game.  one of his best calls was from the 2001 uga-tennessee game.  when i was in school, we NEVER beat tennessee.  next to florida, they were our most formidable and despised opponent.  well, we finally beat them in 2000 and then again in 2001 (and happens all the time now so we hate them a lot less).  if you’ve never heard of a nose-breaking hobnail boot…well, just listen and now you know. 

the bulldogs have lost a legend with the passing of larry munson.  larry, i hope we can bring home a W against those nerds on saturday for you…but it won’t be the same.


a clean house

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one of my facebook friends posted this quote yesterday:

“if you come to my house and it’s clean…you’re not my real friend.”

luckily i have all real friends.  oh i kid.  but just so you know, when my house looks like this…

first of all, i would have a bad-a house.  but my real friends know all about the toys that are constantly on the floor, piles of clothes to put away in the bedroom (big fan of clothes piles) and how my home is always in need of a good sweep.  i like to think it’s because i’m so busy “living life” i simply don’t have time to focus on chores.  sounds good at least…