Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
It was an outdoor wedding so when our guests got a little hot and sticky, they were thrilled to find the baskets that the bride and I put together. The baskets came from Lowe's for around 8 bucks each. And we loaded them up with dental floss, lotion, soap, body spray, band-aids, bug spray, spray deodorant, mints... and much, much more.
I snagged a few frames that were on clearance from Target and printed the poem with the bride and groom's monogram. The frames actually had a few scratches on them that were pretty noticeable because the layer beneath the navy blue paint was white... but I really was trying to save the bride as much moolah as possible, so I bought them anyway. Then, once I got them home, I just rubbed a little bit of blue eyeliner over the scratches and they were as good as new!
And just in case you were wondering, here are the words to the poem.
It's the small things that can make your party guests feel so very special. You may be thinking this post isn't for you because there isn't a wedding in your near future... but not so fast! This poem can go for any party. Those holiday soirees are right around the corner, so file this away under "I need to remember this." A little goes a long way to make your visitors feel extra special.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Okay, so I don't really shudder to think but I couldn't resist the corny pun. We’ve started a complete overhaul on much of house. The living room is getting a total makeover… we are talking, a TOTAL new look. Once I decided that we’d be continuing the beach cottage look in much of the house, I just knew that I wanted to find the perfect shutters to use in our living room. After my friend Ashley of It Rocks To Be A Knox, showed me many of the antique stores in our area, I just knew she and I would find my shutters on one of our antique shopping sprees. When I came across these bad boys at a store called “Country Boy Antiques”, I just knew they had to be mine. These shutters made my heart flutter! But it was no easy find. This was a down and D-I-R-T-Y story. What many would consider junk was piled high. We are talking floor to ceiling and back to front. Ashley and decided this was not a store to wear open toed shoes in just in case roaches and rats decided to pay us a visit (not kidding!) The owner goes around to different homes and saves old doors, hardware, fireplaces (and of course shutters!) before homes are demolished. Once I saw them, I just knew they’d make the perfect statement in my living room. So after we finished painting the living room Benjamin Moore’s “Cream Fleece” in an eggshell finish, we slapped these 7 ft tall shutters on our wall. I think these may end up being my favorite part of the room. As I look at them, I like to imagine the house that these may have come from. And who lived in the house? How many families got to enjoy these shutters before the shutters landed a spot in my newly decorated living room? And while I’ll never get an answer, it’s fun to let my imagination run wild.
P.S. maybe a small part of me did shudder to think about all the little creepy crawly things that could have taken up residence in my new-to-me old shutters… so just to be sure my house didn’t become an insect motel, my shutters spent a couple of weeks and a few rain showers outside before they were allowed inside my house.
P.S.S. Stayed tuned to see the newly decorated living room that these shutters are in.
We are just a guy and a girl that are walking through life together, hand-in-hand. I’m a TV producer by day; a wedding planner by night; and a DIY deal-seeker when the weekend rolls around. I’m always up to something and I rarely sit still. Two years ago, my husband quit his full time job as a real estate agent to follow his long time dream of becoming Brandon Boyd, MD. That’s right! A DOCTOR! It’s been an interesting ride—the good, the bad and the ugly. The MCATS are behind him (as of a week ago) but test scores, school applications and med school interviews await him in the near future before his medical school career begins in the fall of 2011… but for now we are nestled nicley into our cute little Cape.
Five years ago, we stumbled upon our little 3 bedroom, 1 ½ (and I use half lightly!) bathroom Cape Cod. It had only been 8 months since we had moved into the house we were living in and it had only been one month since we finished a massive renovation… but our little Cape was calling our name. Brandon actually discovered our High Street House when he went on an appointment to sell the house; but instead, at the end of the appointment I received a phone call.
“Hi, how's the house”
"Well, they don’t want to list BUT I really think you should come look at the house.”
“For what?? We JUST moved 8 months ago... and I definitely don’t want to live in Portsmouth."
I didn't want to live in Portsmouth because in order to get... well, ANYWHERE from Portsmouth, you have to travel through a tunnel. And tunnel=traffic; And traffic=stress; and stress= an unhappy Heather. But an hour later, I stepped over the threshold of the house we would soon make our home…. for the second time that year. The 1951 Cape Cop held so much potential and it was calling my name. Plus, as soon my eyes spotted the hardy plaster walls (which have morphed into a love/hate thing every time I hang a picture) and freshly refinished hardwood floors, I knew we’d soon be signing on the dotted line. I have a thing for hardwood floors. Somehow, the hardwood floors acted as blinders to the teeny tiny closets, the one full bath, the UGLY paint job and the many DIY projects that the previous owners had attempted with very poor results. None of it mattered. 30 days later, those hardwood floors… the bad paint job… the bigger mortgage… and all the other little quirks all belonged to us.
At that point I really didn't have a defined decorating style. I bought furniture without measuring (which you’ll soon see we purchased MASSIVE furniture); I picked paint colors that soon hated; and I just didn’t have a style that defined me… and us.
Fast forward to December 2009: I had the honor and joy of meeting Kevin and Layla Palmer of The Lettered Cottage. Layla designed an amazing beach cottage master bedroom for us. I knew that shabby chic, beach cottage look always made me smile… but it wasn’t until Layla asked me to send her some inspiration pics, that I realized that décor had to make its way into other parts of our home. Once our master bedroom was done with the Lettered Cottage touch (okay, MAJOR elbow grease!), I knew the entire house had to follow suit in the very near future. And that brings us to now. We are currently converting much of the house into our new found shabby chic beach cottage style… so grab a paint brush and join the fun.