BWG Test and Tell: Scalloped shorts

Aug. 30th, 2017

I’ve scoured the interwebs for fashion DIY projects. Well, in reality, projects like this one kept coming up in my Pinterest feed, and I wanted to see just how hard or easy it is.

I test. I tell. You decide.

My six favorite house nooks

Aug. 17th, 2017

I’ve highlighted about my house over the life of this blog. I thought it was a fun exercise to pick six of my favorite little spots that make it feel like home to me.

This rug from Anthrologie gets so much traction, including, apparently, a casual placement of my curls. I think it jazzes up our living room in the best way possible.

I love art…and art that reminds me of my friends because it’s MADE by them is the icing on the cake. Find out how I put together my California wall in this post

This plant defied all odds. We put him, yes assign all inanimate objects a gender (much like the French, mais bien sûr!), in this spot with almost no direct sunlight. And he grew and grew…and beat all expectations. 

Magoo slept in his crib for the first time last night. I didn’t cry, I swear. But if he’s not going to sleep in a bassinet next to me, this is a pretty awesome second place. 

My bar. I spent countless hours picking out a paint color (if you look closely, you can actually see the swatches of different colors I tried on the wall). I went with the stately “Gentlemen’s Grey” and I love it.

This is why we bought the house. The epic view. We are the highest house on a hill which overlooks Boston.  We can experience all the seasons in our comfy chair. 

And those are the places in my home I’m currently obsessed with. 

Kelly’s Roundup: Styled Bar Carts by Personality Type

Aug. 15th, 2017

I want to live in the time of Mad Men when it’s socially acceptable, if not expected, to drink martinis in the middle of the day, wear torpedo bras, and live under the oppressing reign of men. Ok, maybe the time of Joan Holloway is not my golden age, but those hip bar carts conveniently located in offices were trés chic. Or the sign of alcoholism. Stick to the point, Kelly.

I love myself a bar cart and these six range in price, but not in style. Isn’t that sentence just so blog-clever-tastic?

Find your bar cart style based on your personality below. Cart 1 is top left and work your way clockwise.

Cart 1: You’re a wee bit quirky and a whole lot of fun. Known for your ginger lemonade with just a splash of vodka, that’s your kind of wild side.

Cart 2: You’re a simple girl who wants to be casual about this whole “displaying my libations” thing.  

Cart 3: A whiskey drinker who lives by the sea. Enough said. Perhaps I’ve already said too much.

Cart 4:  Price is not a limitation when considering how to house your fine, yet stylish, booze. Hell, the flowers alone cost more than most pay for their actual bar cart. Living the dream, my friend.

Cart 5: A thrift store junkie who will find booze on sale and make a theme party out of it. Taco Tequila Tuesday anyone?

Cart 6: You’re signature style? A refreshing beverage with just a splash of neurosis.

 

Seeexy pre-labor look

Aug. 1st, 2017

While I did put a lot of work into the hospital bag, packing some cute, comfortable clothes for my stay… THIS is what I wore in the hospital while waiting for labor to kick in. Compression socks, man slippers, and a warm albeit not so cute, robe.

Hospital mirror selfie, anyone?

Gotta keep it real, folks. 

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Kelly’s can’t miss, go there immediately, travel spots

Jul. 27th, 2017

I’ve been super lucky in my life to travel quite a bit. I could never pick my favorite country/destination/city, BUT what I can do is recount some of my favorite eats, epic experiences, and legit, off-the-beaten-path excursions. 

Greece
If I could go back in time to one moment it would be for the world’s best falafel. Yes, my wedding and the birth of my child certainly gave me the feels. But this falafel is HEAVEN. When I was in Athens these little (read: huge) sandwiches were heaven wrapped up in a doughy crispy pita.

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Falafella’s, Athens, Greece

Iceland
I am not a risk-seeker. By nature I am a rule follower, analytical thinker (yes yes, overly analytical to the point of craziness). Danger to me is a side ponytail situation. Seriously, side ponies are living wild, ladies. But when I got on the snow mobile on the top of a glacier I became Ms. Danger. I was full throttle, leave the group behind, carve my own path, hi-ho silver. I admit, I flipped the snowmobile on top of myself (just bruised knees and ego), but laughed the minute I got up. It was the most free I’ve ever felt. Highly recommend letting your risk flag fly high on this thing.

Yep. I’m on the moon.

Snowmobiling in Iceland

Czech Republic
I’m going to have to figure out how to make these on the blog because they are Prague’s answer to the crack epidemic. Who needs drugs when you can eat trkjlijfelwjfe (ok, it’s actually Trdlo, but this spelling reflects my pronunciation).

Ghana
Not only is this the country where I got engaged it’s also where I ate the BEST daily lunch. Pictured behind the man with the sheep. Where he put a ring on it. 

France
Ice cream is by far my favorite thing on the planet. In fact, while writing this I just ate two ice cream bars. I’m breastfeeding, I need the calories. Don’t judge me. In Paris we thought we stopped in on a little ice cream shop, but it was oh so much more. In 35 seconds she suuuuurved me up this beauty. Layers upon layers of flavors. 

I am unintentionally holding these like they are my ta-tas…

So, what are you waiting for? Go jump on that snowmobile with your dessert crack-substitute in hand, with the best Greek, African lunch in your belly, and finish your day with a little ta-ta flower ice cream.

You are welcome, America. 

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