Thrifty math: capiz garland + fishing line + wire wreath frame = ?

Slow and sporadic wins the participation trophy. And, by George, I earned that participation trophy.

Let’s Moroc-and-roll. (I couldn’t help myself.)

If you didn’t look this cheesy in the ‘80s, you weren’t doing it right.

Feeling the need to create a little order out of chaos? Me, too.

Staging them isn’t a required part of the process, but it makes me ridiculously happy to see the final product fulfilling its purpose.

You know how we roll on this blog when it comes to pre-recipe chitchat, so let’s dive right in.

For most of today’s post, we’ll be hanging out in my disaster of a garage. This is the trigger warning for all you neat freaks; I cannot be held liable for any trauma you may incur upon viewing these images.

Come to think of it, if I had just saved the money I spent on gas looking for this thing, maybe I could have bought a new one.

Give yourself the freedom to take some time when you’re putting together a room and be open to going through several iterations. If it’s not exactly what you envisioned, that’s ok – you’ll be closer to what you want than when you started.

Finding freedom by pressing into the pain.

I had completely forgotten about this recipe. It was T minus two days until my sister and her family would arrive for an 8-day visit and I was scrambling for meals that would feed 6 adult-sized humans.

If I were a single lady, I would totally pink out my house, but out of respect for my Bear, I’ll relegate my pink obsession to art made for other people’s homes.

I was thrilled when I asked my Bear if the painting reminded him of anything and he actually said, “A sunrise.” There was definitely a happy dance involved.

I learned that I sing when I’m nervous, as opposed to speaking like a normal person.

All the blah blah blah that comes before the recipe on most cooking blogs drives me nuts, so let’s put that at the end and cut to the chase, shall we? All you need is 5 ingredients (well, 6 if you count water) and 15 minutes.

In my mind’s eye, I see this staged with a tray full of spa inspired goodies. But let’s be honest, it’s probably going to end up covered in dust and clothes.

I know, the early 2000s called and want their trend back. I don’t care - I’m keeping it.

In designing our bedroom, my goal was to give the Bear and myself the gift of a place that maximized relaxation and romance.

For years I resisted bundt cake.