There’s this worship song, King Of My Heart, by Bethel Music, that came out a couple of years ago. I’m late to the game when it comes to a lot of music so when I heard it, for the first time last fall, I thought to myself: This is such a good one as the people around me sung along without needing to reference their devices. Yup, I was definitely late to the game.
The song tells the story of God’s goodness and faithfulness. Two of my favorite lines are: Continue reading →
Ok, ok, I know I’m not a hoarder. However, when I find something I like, I do like owning a bunch of them.
Today we’re going to talk about my “problem” with notebooks. Yes, notebooks.
Your girl lovesssss a good notebook. She loves a bad notebook. She loves notebooks.
I have a ton of one subject spiral notebooks. I have a bunch of simple, yet elegant Muji notebooks. My husband gifted me with handfuls of Moleskine notebooks for Christmas. Don’t get me started on what I call “Novelty Notebooks.” They’re the notebooks that have great covers with different sayings or images on them. I have too many of those to count.
What do I love about notebooks? Continue reading →
I am the daughter of immigrants.
My mother moved here, from Mexico, when she was 14 years old. All of her children were born here but we were all exposed to a bit of her life from back home. The easiest way to do this: food.
The exposure was limited. Like many immigrants, my biological father (who was born in Colombia) didn’t want us to be molded by any other influence besides the stereotypical Americana life of the United States.
He failed. Continue reading →
I had big plans for our bedroom. We’d lived in our place for more than four years and I felt like our room needed a face lift.
Sure, we talked about it for awhile but one day we decided there was this furniture piece we needed for our room. It would be the piece that inspired the transformation; got the ball rolling.
First on the menu: Paint.
We discussed colors, different greys. As my husband was looking through different google images of grey bedrooms we both were struck by the different possibilities of accent walls. Yes! An accent wall would be perfect for the piece. It was decided: Our piece would be centered in the middle of the accent wall, our bed (and basically everything else) facing it.
Grey was a shoe-in, the accent wall on the other hand…so many choices!
As he continued to scroll I was struck by the pop of a burnt orange. But..orange? It was so….ORANGE. Continue reading →