The Bitter Sweet Kind

There were books (not for reading, just for gazing), photo booths, speeches, laughs, and a few of those really great tears (you know, the bitter sweet kind).  And I’m pretty sure that’s how you measure a great high school graduation party.  This one’s a wrap. Thanks for letting me help out, University Baptist.  I loved every minute of decorating for The Next Chapter.

Art Gallery

Today is the day that the art teacher sends an entire year’s worth of art home!  Not gonna lie, it’s my favorite day of the school year!  In order to make room for all the gorgeous new treasures, I have to take down and put away the old ones.  Here’s a photo of the incredible gallery I’ve been enjoying this year.

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 I’m going to miss it.  Priceless works of art, if you ask me. It doesn’t have to be fancy or perfect to receive a place of honor in this casual kitchen.  It just has to be theirs.

Flip Flop Kinda Work

When your client is your neighbor and good friend, work isn’t really work. It’s a gorgeous spring here in Houston.  Oh how I’ve loved making the short walk to check on the master bath progress  down the street everyday. Last night it was in sweats and flip flops.  We sat at the kitchen table with a glass of wine and considered Emtek glass door knobs while we caught up with our girl talk. As my shoes slapped the sidewalk on the way home, I smiled the most contented smile. This is so my kind of job. 

The Next Chapter

I’ve been known to get, er…swept away in a good project…but THIS one has got me in deep!  I’ve been asked to decorate a senior graduation event and the theme is, yep, you guessed it…”The Next Chapter.”  Books, books, books as far as my eyes can see!  I’ve scavenged garage sales and discount stores and I’ve begged for donations from friends.  At this point in the prep stage, I’m ripping off paperback covers and spray painting hard covers and seriously getting lost in all the beautiful and weird titles.  I have to stop myself from flipping through and reading a paragraph here and there.  But mostly, I’m finding myself pouring over the dedications.  Some are simple.  Some are long.  Some to editors or friends or a sister.  But my favorite one is this…

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See what I mean…I’m in deep and oh how I love this job.