Showcase of Citrus

If you find yourself driving through Central Florida and you’re looking for something tourist-y that has nothing to do with theme parks, roller coasters, or life-sized costumed characters, you might want to consider stopping by Showcase of Citrus. :)


Located just south of Clermont (which is west of Orlando), Showcase of Citrus is a you-pick-it citrus grove. And boy, do they really have just about every variety of citrus – they have limes, lemons, oranges, tangerines, grapefruit, and pomelos. And they also have blackberries! All you have to do is choose from a few different bag sizes and head out to the groves, filling your bag with any mix of citrus you like.



IMG_3117In addition to the produce, there’s also a small petting zoo, a play area for kids, picnic areas, 4×4 Eco tours, fishing, and the cutest little farm store ever. We didn’t have a chance to take one of the 4×4 tours, but it’s definitely something we’d do the next time we visit. (I advise looking ahead at tour times and plan your trip accordingly.)


IMG_3092The farm store was fun, lots of jams, jellies, and spices, and all full of local home-grown flavors. Jay is a spice guy, so naturally we went home with a few of those. :D The girls had their eye on some flavored popcorn, and I just wanted to try one of their “famous” orange slushies. Turns out that the slushie was nowhere near as good as a frozen coke (in my opinion), but Julia absolutely loved it. :)


We ended up at Showcase of Citrus because we were looking for some unique things to do for my birthday weekend, and this totally fit the bill. It was a wonderful way to spend some outdoor time together, and I have no doubt we’ll be back again!


PS - I was neither paid nor perked to write this post. All opinions are my own. :)
PSS – Thanks for the recommendation, Sanne! <3

A Run Full of Love

I’m a bit behind on posting my races! I just completed my 5th run since the half marathon I did at the end of January, and while I’ve had a blast at each one I’m a little happy that I can take a break… at least until my next run in May. :) Hopefully by then I’ll be caught up on posting the last few I’ve done!

I was super excited to learn that there was a local 5K happening on Valentine’s Day, and a few friends and I decided to sign up – especially when we learned there was going to be a medal (I <3 medals!). A few of the gals I’d signed up with hadn’t been a part of any races that offered them, and they happy to finally have the chance to earn one.


Usually I don’t ask Jay and the girls to come to my races to cheer me on. These events are always early in the morning, and he’d have to get himself and the girls ready and out the door, drive to the race, find a place to park, and do all of that while hoping he makes it to the finish line before I cross it. But he’s come with the girls to both of my half marathons, and I loved it so much that I thought I would milk Valentine’s Day for everything I could and ask him if he could come to this race. Hee hee. ;) <3

The shirts for this event were by far the best shirts I’ve received at any of my runs. I loved the V-neck fitted style, and the logo for the event on the front of the shirt was super cute. Usually, although I might dress to go with the theme of the event, I won’t wear the event shirt during my run, but this was definitely an exception!


It was a bit chilly that morning – the high 30s if I remember correctly, which is why we were all wearing jackets. It was kinda a bummer to have to cover up the cute shirts (I think Erin had the right idea to wear long sleeves underneath), but I’m hoping more races start carrying shirts like these!


The race took us through the downtown part of the city, along the same general route as a few other events I’ve participated in. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of running through the city though. There’s just something about running on empty, blocked-off streets that are normally jam-packed with cars. Sometimes people stand on the side of the road or on the balconies of their condos to cheer us on, nearby vehicles honk their support, and you just kinda feel privileged to be a part of it all.


Of course, themed runs are always magnets for the extreme costume-loving crowd…

IMG_5526Because of a knee injury, I’d walked most of a 5K I participated in the week before so that I could run the whole 3.1 miles at this one. I was ecstatic that my knees held up the whole time, and my friend Jen (who also had messed up knees) and I pushed ourselves a bit even though we both had to ice our knees when we got home. We finished the race in just over 34 minutes, averaging about 11 minutes a mile. (That’s us in the middle of the picture.) :)


One of the best tips I can give you for joining a race like this is to find a great group of friends to do it with. Even if you don’t all run the whole course together, having someone to hang out with before you start and after you finish makes such a huge difference!


But there is nothing that beats having your family there. I’m so thankful that these 3 crazies endured all the madness to come see me finish! <3

Words from my Daughter

I was looking through my photos and I kept coming across pictures I’d taken of things Emily’s written. Little notes, messages, and bits from her homework assignments that made me smile (or laugh my tushie off). Emily has been into books since she was able to crawl herself to the bookshelf, and all those years of reading (and reading to her) have given her a great appreciation for the power behind the written word. She is an excellent writer – from about ages 4-7 she wanted to be an author – and she never ceases to surprise me with the things she comes up with. But instead of keeping her talents to myself, I thought I’d share them here. Enjoy! :)

I spent about an hour one Friday night trying to fix a tangled slinky. When I came downstairs Saturday morning I found this note:


Another weekend morning Jay and I woke up to find these on the floor outside our bedroom door. I love that she took money from her piggy bank. :D


Then was this little message she wrote for me on her church sticker (the half we use to “claim” our kids after the service). <3


A homework assignment… you can skip to number 9, it’s my favorite. :D


Sometimes it’s her favorite way to let me know what Julia’s been up to…


Here’s another homework assignment, this time she had to write a comic strip, and she used some food stickers as inspiration for her storyline. You have to read it to learn why the apple is crying. :D


This is part of yet another homework assignment. She had to write a story using spelling words (circled). Her use of the word “joint” cracks me up every time, even though I know she has no idea what that meaning is! :D

IMG_3759_2And finally, my absolute favorite. It is really hard for Emily to open up about her feelings. It’s taken years – YEARS – to get her to open up about the smallest things without an hour of prodding and tears from both her and me. She would spend half the time refusing to talk and, after telling me what was bothering her, she’d spend the rest of the time telling me that she really hated talking about her feelings. This note means the world to me, and gives me hope that all those gentle nudges towards opening up to me are actually working. <3

Art on a Date Night

It’s been a while since I’ve written about a date night, honestly because it’s been a while since we’ve had one. It stinks how busy we get, and before we know it we’re falling into the same patterns again. This means the conversations become more mundane, the kisses are less passionate, and the hugs just don’t seem to last as long. Which is usually when we look at the calendar and see a ridiculous amount of things written on there – Jay’s travels, my planned events, Julia’s playdates, Emily’s school events, and all the other family things we are invited to. What we don’t see: a scheduled date night.

Date NightWe’ve learned that planning something specific to talk about is a huge factor in a date night’s success. As it turned out, there was a huge art festival going on just a street away from Jay’s office building. Early in our relationship we were in the habit of visiting art festivals whenever one crossed our path, but it had been a while since we’d visited one. It was the perfect way to get out of the house and spend some time together sans kiddos, and we knew the art would provide tons of conversation starters.

If you’ve never been to an art festival, let me draw a picture for you. Food trucks. Funky sculptures. Live music. Paintings. Beer. Unusual people. Photographs. Ice cream. Metalwork. Jewelry. We absolutely love it.

IMG_5625We walk down the rows of booths, laughing at the things we find ridiculous: sculptures of human figures hanging from ropes so that they appear to be scaling the wall (who wants to look up at a blue derrière above their heads?); beautifully painted puppies with feathers glued on their bodies where the fur should be; photographs of topless women in bizarre places – a swamp, up a tree, on a barbed-wire fence. We share an ice cream cone. We chat with the artists. Sometimes we run into someone we know. We repeatedly fall in love with an artist’s style, only to look closer and see that we can’t afford anything we like – which isn’t a problem since we aren’t really there to shop.

But on rare occasions we walk past a booth and stop – because one particular image has managed to catch our attention equally. On this particular trip it was a photographer’s impressionistic picture of trees, mounted on metal and floated in a black frame. It was stunning, and we both wanted it. After talking to the photographer for a few minutes we learned that the piece we fell in love with was actually his first attempt at an impressionistic photograph. It’s titled “Mustard Field,” and you can see the yellow of the mustard field along the bottom of the treeline. We loved the yellow mustard plants, we loved the black tree trunk jutting up vertically out of the mustard, and we loved the way the blue sky peeked from between the trees near the top. The photographer had the same image mounted or matted in different sizes using different methods (you can see them in the picture below), but we knew right where we wanted to hang this one, the price was right, and we bought it. :)

IMG_5631I think what I love most about this type of date night is how close it makes me feel to Jay. Walking, talking, holding hands. Sharing treats. Sharing opinions. We found our photograph as the festival was shutting down for the day, but even if we hadn’t found anything we liked we had the best time together – I dare say it was almost as if we were ten years younger and didn’t have two kids waiting for us back home. Afterward, we had dinner at a restaurant and hit Starbucks before heading home, talking all the way about what we’d seen and purchased.

It isn’t always in the budget – or our schedule’s best interest – to have date night outside of our home, but in my opinion this topped seeing a movie because it gave us time to talk and enjoy each other’s company. We connected. And whenever we look at the art we bought, I know this date will come to mind and that connection will be remembered – even if at that moment the hugs are temporarily shorter than usual. <3

PS – Check out more of the photographer’s work here. All opinions are my own, and I was not compensated in any way for writing this post. This guy’s work is awesome, and we will very likely be making another purchase from his collection. :)

PSS – Read about our other date nights! The Newlywed Game, Bucket List, Stocking Stuffer, and Dream House. <3

It Still Counts!

People who love jigsaw puzzles frequently share their favorite completed puzzles with each other. Puzzles move from home to home, table to table, being reworked and enjoyed by more than their original owner. I love passing my completed (and dismantled) puzzles along, whether to a friend, family member, or someone who wants to purchase one (usually at a yard sale, although I’ve sold some via Craisglist as well). And, on occasion, I’m also the recipient of a previously-completed jigsaw.

Recently, my best friend’s mother-in-law, Margaret, passed along a puzzle she’d enjoyed years ago. She’d heard that I loved working on challenging puzzles, and thought that this one fit the bill:

IMG_5661She was not kidding! The puzzle was only 500 pieces, but the entire image was a close-up of grass. Thousands of blades of grass from one side to the other, top to bottom. On top of that challenging image, the puzzle was also cut in a circle, which made it extra difficult to distinguish which pieces would go together to form the outside border. The circular shape also meant that the interior pieces weren’t cut in traditional shapes, but instead each had unique bumps and grooves that fit together in unusual ways.

IMG_5660It definitely took a while to complete this puzzle – about a month from start to finish. As always, I worked while watching some of my favorite shows, this time completing the last season of Downton Abbey and a couple of seasons of Parks & Rec. :)

IMG_4924Because of the unique nature of this puzzle, the best way to approach it was from the outside to the inside – which is not my usual method (I prefer to start in the middle). Eventually I could see the light at the end of the tunnel as the unfinished portion in the center grew smaller, and there were only a handful of pieces left. And then…



I was missing a piece! I immediately felt sick – firstly, I’d been dying to see the ridiculously repetitive image completed, and secondly, this was not even my puzzle. I had a flashback to when I was a kid, and I remember my mom had a ton of cool jigsaws stacked in a closet. Almost every time I asked her if I could work one the answer was no, mainly for fear that I’d lose a piece (or all of them). Unfortunately, since I was just a kid that was a huge possibility, and although I’ve never lost a piece as an adult I’ve grown to understand how upsetting it would be. Nevertheless, I fessed up to Margaret as soon as I had the chance, and she assured me that it was no big deal – the puzzle was pretty old and she wasn’t sure all the pieces had been there to begin with.

IMG_5450The ironic thing about this puzzle is that inside the box there’s a slip of paper telling you how you can receive a certificate of completion after submitting a photo of the completed puzzle. As frustrating as it was to not be able to fully complete it due to that lone missing piece, it kinda cracked me up thinking that despite all my efforts I might never have qualified for that certificate (not that I really would have sent it in).

IMG_5657As far as I’m concerned, I completed this puzzle. Missing piece or not, it still counts. Kinda makes you wonder where all the missing puzzle pieces could be though, right? Maybe they are in hiding with all those lost socks… :P

Home Alone

Q: You’re a mom who rarely has a solid hour of time to yourself, but by some miracle you’ve got an entire night alone without another soul in the house.
So… how do you spend it?

  • Watch a dumb movie on TV?

  • Read the last chapters of a good book?

  • Talk to your bestie online?

  • Cry from loneliness?

  • Go to bed early?

Me? I did IT ALL.

I was alone in the house for the first time in almost 9 years. 9 YEARS. Well, let me clarify – alone in the house overnight. I’d had time alone in the house before, but it was always during the day and always with a finite time limit. But this was different – I was home by 7p, with no hubby and no girls. I didn’t have any set time to get the girls the next day, and Jay wasn’t coming home until late the following night. I was F-R-E-E. Free. Free.

This crazy event all happened because I had found out about a killer once-in-a-lifetime 5K happening the same weekend Jay had planned to take his dad to Nashville for his birthday. Since Jay was to be out of town, I needed someone to watch the girls. I reached out to my mother-in-law, who was (ironically) going to be spending the evening alone at her house, and asked if she’d be willing to let the girls sleep over so that I could be out early the next morning in time for my event. Thankfully, she not only agreed but was also excited to spend an evening with them. She’s awesome. :)

10987437_10203606150866349_4940562531926041972_nAs I headed home after dropping them off, I realized that I had mixed feelings about being home alone. I’m kinda used to the general feeling, since Jay travels a bit and I’m used to spending an evening alone here and there after the girls are in bed. But somehow I knew there would be a big difference between watching TV while the girls slumber upstairs and watching TV while no one slumbers upstairs. Turns out I was right.

I came home and ate dinner on the sofa, my Boston Market meal balanced on a pillow-turned-table on my lap. I finished the last book on my reading list while I ate and then stared at the blank TV screen for a few minutes. I turned it on and chatted online with my best friend while watching a really bad Lifetime movie. I went to bed early since I had a 4:30a wake-up call for my run the next morning. I had exactly the low-key night I’d hoped for, with a few unexpected lonely tears thrown in. Yeah, I cried a little whenever I remembered that my girls weren’t sleeping like angels upstairs in their beds. Wasn’t expecting that. But maybe I should have been.

The situation brought to mind one of my all-time favorite quotes on motherhood by Elizabeth Stone:

“Making the decision to have a child – it is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ”

It never felt more true to me than that night as I sat alone on the sofa. I knew my girls were in good hands, but I missed them so much that every time I thought about them a few tears would fall to my cheeks. And missing them made me miss Jay even more than usual too.

The funniest part of all of this is how often I wish I could just be left alone. The day-to-day chaos can drive me bonkers – the neverending meal prepping, the homework checking, the teeth brushing, the boo-boo kissing, the errands running, the house cleaning, the laundry folding, the attempts at noise quieting – in the middle of it all I find myself wishing I could just have a few hours where no one needs me. Where no one has made another mess the second the previous has been cleaned up. Where I can just shut down. It’s great in theory, but in truth it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Well, apparently not for me, anyway.

Thanks to another upcoming running event I’ve got another one of these all-alone-in-the-house weekends happening again soon. I’m just hoping I handle it a little better than I did this time… and I’m relieved that the Empty Nest Era is so far away. :) <3

Running Injured

Recently I wrote about my worst running nightmares, one of them being getting an injury before a run. Well, feast your eyes on the situation I found myself in after completing my last half-marathon:

IMG_5101Yup. BOTH of my knees were completely shot. >:(

It was horrible. I briefly mentioned the hills in this post about the half, but I seriously undercut my experience. Seriously, there were at least 20 hills, ranging in size from giant to small, steep to gentle. It was ridiculous. Around mile 10 I felt my knees locking up, refusing to give any more. And the worst part was that there was no way I could train for it – it’s completely flat where I live, not a single incline anywhere.

After the race I could walk a bit, but it was painful – my knees would fight me with every step. And unfortunately, Jay and I had planned to take Emily to see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios the day after my run. Sounds dumb, but we based our decision on prior experience, and I had been fine the day after my last half-marathon. We just hadn’t counted on those dang hills, and as we walked through the park the next day I could tell that I was making things worse.

Now normally this kind of injury wouldn’t have been a major issue, I’d just give myself time to heal up and move on. But – and here’s where I get back to that nightmare part – I had another 5K scheduled within 2 weeks.  It was the same run I’d done last year, the Family Values 5K, and I was looking forward to running it again. But there was no way it was happening with my knees in the condition they were in. I also had a 5K lined up for the following weekend on Valentine’s Day, and I was dead set on running that one. So I decided that I’d walk the Family Values 5K for as long as I could and quit if my knees gave me trouble. A sweet friend who works at a physical therapist’s office gave me some exercises to try and some Therabands to help strengthen up my knees again. Along with her tips, I iced my knees every day up until the day of the event, and slowly I felt them healing back up.

IMG_5738Since this was a family event, Jay and the girls came along too. At 2 miles in Emily was ready to stop, so Jay left the route with her so she could get some water and rest. I was determined to finish though, and since my knees hadn’t bothered me in the least (and Julia was begging me to go faster), I decided to test them with an extremely light jog. Happily, I managed to finish the last 1.1 of the run without feeling any discomfort until after I crossed the finish line, and even then they were just a little tender to the touch. Woohoo!

IMG_5354 - Version 2Overall, it was a bit of a humbling experience. Up to this point I’d walked some events, and ran others. But I’d never walked and ran all in one event. When the race first started it was difficult to watch everyone else give a running start – I wanted to run too. But I’m really glad that I listened to my body and walked those first two miles, even though it meant that I couldn’t add another fully-run 3.1 to my roster. I went home after the event, iced my knees, and continued my exercises.

And by the following weekend I was ready to run the 5K I’d had my heart set on running. Yay! :)


So Spicy

Our spice cabinet was a nightmare. Actually, it would be more accurate to call it our spice/medicine/vitamin/random jar/pharmacy paperwork cabinet… and anything else cylindrical in shape that didn’t have a more logical place to go in our kitchen.

IMG_4861_2There were a few problems that had been bugging me with this cabinet. For starters, the only shelf that I could actually see well was the bottom shelf, meaning that anything that landed on the top two shelves would potentially be lost and its existence forgotten. This results in the occasional duplicate purchase or two… or three… oops.

IMG_4865_2Second, Jay – the love of my life – has a major spice addiction. He loves seasoning everything and he loves creating his own seasoning concoctions for dipping bread in. He orders them online and finds new seasonings when we go on vacation. This means that our spice collection grows considerably faster than it ever gets consumed. And sometimes it ends up expiring before it has a chance to flavor up a meal for a second time. Ew. Finally, it was downright dangerous. Because I can’t easily reach the top two shelves, and because they are completely packed with expired spices, duplicate spices, and Jay’s newest purchases, opening the cabinet frequently resulted in a few bottles crashing down on top of my head. Not fun. Who wants to go to the hospital with a fennel seed concussion?

IMG_4862_2I’d tried a few different things to clean out the cabinet, but with no luck. A gizmo I bought at The Container Store ended up taking up more space than it provided, and a drawer/shelf combination that I returned because no spice cabinet disaster needs a $40 fix like that. Aside from the cabinet, we also have a small rack on our kitchen counter that holds 16 jars of spices. I think it was a hand-me-down when we first got married. I’d spray-painted it black and rubbed off all the gummy labels years ago, rewriting them on with a permanent marker but never satisfied with how blah the whole setup looked. It was time to do something once and for all.


IMG_4864The first thing I did was to pull everything out of the cabinet. I trashed out all the expired medications and put the unexpired bottles and vitamins all in one basket (they had previously been in separate baskets) on the top shelf. Then I sorted out the spices and pulled out all of the bottles that had expired there, too. It was quite impressive (she said sarcastically so as to hide her embarrassment).


I’d seen some spice jar labels before, but they were usually for the fronts of the jars and since our jar fronts weren’t exposed in their holder. After poking around on Etsy for a bit, I found some simple black and white labels and ordered them. I had a bit of trouble printing them, but the seller was super helpful and eventually I had my labels. (You can order similar ones from her here.)

All that was left was to decide which spices I wanted in my rack, which had previously held 4-5 that we had probably never even opened. I emptied and washed out the jars of the ones that went unused, then chose our 16 most-used herbs and seasonings and put the new labels on the tops. Ta da!


The stickers are just paper, so I know we’ll have to be careful not to get them wet. But as far as I’m concerned, this was a one-time fix. This rack has lived a long life in our home – if we end up needing new labels again I think I’ll just invest in a new spice rack. For now though, I’m loving this one. :)

IMG_5680Our newly-cleaned cabinet looks much better too, and my fears of hospitalization as a result of a spice avalanche are over. I’m so happy with how this turned out, and I’m especially thrilled that it didn’t cost me $40 to do it. Now all I have to do is keep Jay from filling it all back up again! :D

A Spoonful of Love

Today is Valentine’s Day. <3 It’s also the 39th anniversary of my in-laws.


I love these two more than they’ll ever know. But they also don’t know that one small interaction between the two of them impacted me so deeply that it caused me to have more love for their relationship, more love for them as individuals, and more love for their son.

Jay and I will celebrate our 13th anniversary later this year, and we’ve experienced our share of ups and downs. Our biggest arguments were always centered around children – mainly whether or not we were ready to have them (I was, he wasn’t so sure). We’ve disagreed with the best ways to spend our money (he’s a genius at this, so I usually defer to him), struggled with infertility (it took us just over 16 months to get pregnant with Julia), and loss (both of Jay’s grandfathers passed within the same year). We’ve seen each other at our best – and our worst. We’ve done sickness and health. I don’t handle sickness very well – Jay’s or mine – which is usually when he sees me at my worst. :D

Pam and Woody, my in-laws, have never been an outwardly lovey-dovey pair. They are affectionate with each other, for sure – a kiss here, a backrub there. They laugh and catch each other’s eye when out together at a restaurant. They vacation together and support each other’s aspirations. But they don’t always hold hands or giggle or finish each other’s sentences or anything like that. I’ve actually seen them disagree (usually about mundane details like the last movie they saw or the name of the guy that installed their windows) more than I’ve seen them smooch. Jay and his father are ridiculously alike, and Pam and I have had many fabulous “you’re-not-the-only-wife-going-through-this” conversations where we vent about our handsome hubbies. My mother-in-law is a strong, no-nonsense woman; my father-in-law a hardworking goofball. Their marriage isn’t perfect, and although their expressions of love are subtle, it’s plainly evident how strong their love for each other really is.

I’ve watched their interactions for the past 14 years. In all this time, one singular moment in their marriage stands out to me more than any other: watching my strong, no-nonsense mother-in-law patiently feel spoonfuls of ice to my father-in-law. Such a small, silly thing, but it touched me more deeply than any other act of love I’d witnessed in my life.

Let me give you a little backstory to that spoonful of ice. Exactly a year ago, Pam and Woody were in London celebrating their 38th anniversary when Woody stepped into a pothole in the street and fell, causing multiple and severe injuries to his ankle and leg. They ended up spending the rest of their vacation in a London hospital, the doctors doing what they could to ease his pain while Pam and Woody waited to fly home so that he could have his injuries cared for back here in the states. Soon after they arrived, my father-in-law had the surgeries necessary to put him on the slow road to recovery. The girls and I went to visit him in the hospital, and that’s when I saw Pam spoon-feeding him the ice.

In that moment, I saw what true love is all about. My father-in-law was nothing short of a mess in that hospital bed – unshaven, unable to sit up, completely groggy from the pain meds. My beautiful mother-in-law was gently giving him ice. He was looking right into her eyes with nothing but gratitude and adoration. There wasn’t an ounce of no-nonsense in her, not a drop of goofiness in him. It was a side of their relationship I’d never seen before. I know that Woody would probably have been happier if I hadn’t seen him like that, and at first I was a little uncomfortable myself. But I’m so thankful I did witness this almost private moment between them. It was beautiful, and that image has remained with me over the past year.

Today is Valentine’s Day. <3 Pam and Woody are celebrating their 39th anniversary today. My parents will be celebrating their 37th anniversary later this month. Jay and I will be celebrating 13 years this June. Love takes many forms and looks like many things, and I pray that even my most ordinary actions towards Jay reflect the depth of love I saw in that one small spoonful of ice.

_MG_1928Happy Anniversary, Pam and Woody. I love you both so much. <3

*** Photos by Linda Benedict Photography ***

My Signature Color

I think I have Tiffany blue radar. Seriously, I see Tiffany blue everywhere. Anytime I come across something in my favorite color, it catches my eye and makes me smile. And sometimes I take a picture of it… just in case I suddenly decide that everything I own needs to be this color. :)

On a trip for my birthday last November it just so happened that the lampshades were the most soothing shade of blue. I know I slept better because they were so beautiful… is that crazy?

IMG_3190I swear I could run faster if I had these sneakers… especially if I was running to Tiffany’s IN these sneakers!

IMG_5646And this car. I <3 this car. I hope one day to be a gray-haired old lady cruising down the highway in something spunky like this!

IMG_4136This chandelier was hanging in the Tiffany’s store on 5th Avenue in New York City. I really, really love this and would love to have something like this hanging over my dining room table.

IMG_3342I found these pajama pants on Amazon and kinda had to have them… the drawstring is actually a white satin ribbon, which is about as close to Tiffany-themed jammies as I can imagine!

Screen Shot 2014-10-25 at 9.54.10 PMThis past Christmas brought a little more Tiffany blue into my world all on it’s own. Jay found a killer deal on a Kitchenaid mixer, something that I’d been wanting since we got married. Emily picked out some new earbuds in my favorite color, and I received a new copy of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. There was also a pretty blue box in that white satin ribbon under the tree – Jay barely managed to rack up enough flyer miles to qualify for a gift card, but he did – and we are going shopping on our next date night!

IMG_4629I’ll leave with you one last picture… Emily realized that she, Julia, and I all have mint jeans and decided that we should all wear mint and gray one day over the Christmas break. This photo makes me smile more than any of the others. <3 :)



I recently told a friend at church that every so often I feel like I might be overdoing it – that I wear variations of Tiffany blue too much and maybe should consider resisting the next purchase I want to make that has anything to do with it. She told me no way – this is my signature color.

I’m going with that. :)