Our master bathroom is finally done. YOU GUYS. The bathroom is doooooooonnnnnne.
And before we proceed any deeper into the amazing glory that is our new bathroom, I’d like you all to know, *AHEM* that my husband is a saint and the lengthy duration of this remodeling process had nothing to do with him. The epic-ness of tearing out an entire bathroom to the studs while living in the room next door is, well, a thing. A complicated thing. Especially because we did 50% of the work ourselves and a contractor did the other 50% when we had time and when he had time, which is to say, the master bathroom remodel has seemed never-ending.
I’d also like to state for the record: when I say ‘we’ I always mean everyone BUT me. My husband, my kids, my husband’s best friend, my old college roommate’s husband. ‘We’ means lots of people who aren’t me. Just so we’re all clear.
Before I show you the gorgeous new master bathroom, I just want to remind you of the awful bathroom I posted yesterday. The before-before, the before from when we were house hunting and were thinking of buying our … >> find out more…
Our master bathroom (and bedroom) were pretty bad when we first bought our house. And while I know you’ve been waiting for photos of the master bathroom remodel final reveal for oh, about a month, I HAD to show you the Nightmare on Elm Street the master bathroom was originally.
I dug through some horrid old photos, with resolutions you’d expect from a digital camera in 2003. My 13-year-old’s throwaway cell phone takes better photos than our super expensive camera 10 years ago, but that’s neither here nor there. And when you’re done being assaulted by visions of the 90′s I’ll post the new bathroom, and hopefully your brain won’t have been too traumatized by what you’re about to see.
Are you ready? Get ready. Brace yourselves. Some serious ivy obsession is about to burst through your screen.
You guys. I feel okay about ivy. On college dormitories on the east coast of the US in the fall. Climbing the bricks of my childhood home, filling the gaps in chain-link fencing on a dirty inner city lot. But I’ll tell you what I don’t feel okay about: ivy crawling the walls of my master bathroom.
In fact, I’m not … >> find out more…
I am loved.
What does that do to you when you hear it, read it, feel it? I hope it’s a visceral reaction in your gut, that feeling loved business. Because when you’re loved the way you deserve to be, it can be a breathless and dizzying, electric, glorious experience.
Or the feel of being loved, really truly and properly, can be a glowing ember of toasty warm content. The act of feeling loved can be safety from fear, from separation and anxiety, of knowing someone out there has your back no matter how stupid you get. And sometimes we all get a little extra stupid.
A few weeks ago I wrote about being loved and loving, what I wish for my family, should something go amiss with my Stupid Lupus. Actually, physically, writing my love and wishes for the people closest to me was painful to think about but enormously satisfying to outline in detail and verbalize (in my head at least). Sometimes the love we give is exactly the kind of love we need. Do you know what I mean? The things I shared with my daughter are the kinds of things I needed … >> find out more…
Having to pack before a trip, any trip regardless of how awesome, is the lamest. I hate packing. I loathe it, detest it, want to scream every time I do it, procrastinate until the very last minute, and in the end stay up until the wee hours of the morning of travel jamming stuff into every available corner of my suitcase.
But now, after traveling extensively over the past several years, I’m here to tell you I am now a packing ninja. Let me repeat that, for those of you who know me and have traveled with me in the past:
I am (now) a NINJA, of the packing variety.
(You see these ancient, winding stairs, 4 flights up in our apartment in Barcelona? Yep. They were a breeze for my carry-on. Not so much for my traveling bestie Rachael and her ugly American suitcase.)
Learning how to pack properly took me years to figure out, YEARS of trial and mostly error. Since I’m OCD, the thought of coming home from a trip and tagging everything I didn’t use in my suitcase with a post-it note, writing down what I used, keeping a master pack list of useful stuff, then … >> find out more…
High five! Potato salad recipe season is here (aka SUMMER!) and I’m betting you’re as excited as I am to get the grill fired up and spend your evenings outdoors. One of the most popular summer BBQ side dishes is potato salad. This potato salad recipe isn’t one that’s been handed down from my grandma or Great-Aunt Martha or anything. It’s just a little something I’ve come up with that is full of goodies that just about everyone will love. And by goodies, of course I’m talking about bacon, cheese, and Ranch dressing. (Did your heart jump a little at the thought of that artery-clogging goodness?)
Potato salad recipe lovers, unite!
Don’t worry, we’re dolling up this potato salad recipe a bit more, and taking it out for a spin on the BBQ circuit by adding some fresh lemon juice, herbs, and green onions. I even went as far as making homemade mayonnaise. (I know.) Store-bought is just fine too. Be sure to use good, thick bacon so it doesn’t disappear when you cook it. You want to know that bacon is there in every single bite!
And then there’s the shredded cheddar cheese. Because why wouldn’t you … >> find out more…
Mine matters to me more than anything, period. I’ve had the privilege of doing some really cool things in my life, but nothing compares to being at home with my people; my husband of 15 years, my incomparable baby girl (nearly 14) and my favorite little man (almost 9). I’ll take a Saturday morning snuggling in bed with these three people over a Cannes red carpet premiere any day of the week, no contest.
I was put on this earth to be a mother to these two children, and I know it to be true more with each passing year. Being a part of my own little Czarnecki family is a privilege day-in and day-out, 15 years into its establishment.
Becoming a parent was difficult for me and my body and as such I appreciate it far more than I would have without all the pain and struggle. Because of my Lupus (stupid lupus!) getting pregnant is tricky, and staying pregnant is almost impossible. If you’re a woman with Lupus and of childbearing age, and trying to get pregnant, odds are you’ve had dozens of miscarriages, you’ve nearly died trying to stay pregnant, or you’ve decided you … >> find out more…
I’m really excited to share a guest post from a friend of mine, Alissa Circle from Rags to Stitches. I roomed with Alissa recently at a social media conference in California and realized pretty quickly girlfriend has got some great photography skills. Especially iPhone photography skills. Her Instagram feed is full of gorgeous, so I’m super stoked to share this post all about the best iPhone photo apps to make your photos all pizazz-y and fabulous. Enjoy!
I don’t know about you, but I have a daily love affair with Instagram. It’s the last thing I scroll through before I got to bed + the first think I check when I get up. Obsessed much? #idonthinkso I think the inventor of Instagram deserves a big open mouth kiss. Don’t you agree? You know you do, you’re secretly nodding your head in agreement. It’s ok. You know what I love more than Instagram? Pretty pictures on Instagram. With the advances in the iPhone camera, everything I’m about to show you can be done right from your camera phone.
I’m going to show you how to go from drab to fab using some awesome apps that you can download right … >> find out more…
This master bathroom remodel project has officially become epic.
Not epic as in: that wave was so epic! Let’s paddle out for another one!
Epic like: this project is so epically dragged out somebody’s gonna get all face stabbed up in hurr.
I’ve always been honest with you guys, and I’m feeling especially honest today. If this master bathroom doesn’t get all completo in the next 72 hours I’m going back to the French Riviera with my girl Rachael. If I wanted to live out of a suitcase for 6 months at a time, I wouldn’t be doing it in Utah County.
Don’t answer that. It was kind of a
trick question trap.
But seriously you guys, this master bath is officially ridiculous.
In fact, if I were to show you the photos I took of my master bedroom (which is attached to this monstrosity of a project via gutted doorway) you’d stop reading this post ASAP-like to call child services and report the unsafe living conditions of my household.
It’s super sketch, just like my current frame of mind.
Alright, now that we’ve established my fragile mental state, let’s do a walk through of the … >> find out more…
Love. It’s practically the theme of Summer, isn’t it? Right behind pool parties, beach bonfires, house parties, and Summer nose jobs (come on, you had to know a few girls who came back in the Fall with new noses). I always went into the Summers of my teen years hoping to snag an easy breezy May-December romance, something short term with a cute surfer boy from California who randomly chose to stay with a friend for a summer of awesome in Utah Valley.
A girl can dream. It never happened but I was never discouraged by that fact. Every Summer I just knew, just KNEW this Summer would be the one. I wasted a lot of time thinking about boys.
I had boyfriends all through high school and remember distinctly my first love, a September – June romance (waste of time girls, don’t follow in my footsteps! just study and get good grades and go to college! the men’s volleyball team is EVERYTHING you hope they will be!) The ending of that relationship was so tragic, so painful. We had a great run all through my Freshman year, going to all the dances and house parties … >> find out more…