If you are looking for a blog that will teach you to make fancy centerpieces, cook a french meal, and curl your hair without getting that weird dent at the bottom, this blog will be no help to you at all. 

 My basement is a museum of half-finished grand ideas, boxes that I have good intentions of donating, and an ironing board who hasn’t been touched by an iron since 2017.  I have been teaching myself to knit for more than 6 years and I have one lopsided bookmark to show for it. I am messy, a bit scattered, and I am about as graceful as a hungover giraffe on roller skates. The only way my house will ever be featured in a lifestyle article is if my idea for a “Cluttered Living” magazine takes off or if carpeting with accents of mashed up granola bar becomes fashionable.  

When I was a kid, I envisioned my adult-self as a 1950’s housewife. I assumed I would be  living in a well kept home, changing decorations to match the seasons, and making beautiful centerpieces for fancy dinner parties. When I made the registry for my wedding in 2014, I asked for one of those glass cake stands to hold the beautiful cakes that I had never made before but surely would as soon as I was someone’s wife. Now though, I am 34 years old, writing this on my couch, looking at my son’s toys  scattered next to the toy bin, the Christmas decorations that should have been put away months ago, and a cheerio on the coffee table that I have had good intentions of throwing away all week. Plans change. 

I will be no use to anyone trying to pretend to be perfect, but If you are the type of mom who is constantly losing her keys, forgetting to RSVP to birthday parties, and sending out your Christmas cards in March, I think we can be great friends. I am hoping to share stories of my sometimes awkward approach to life and motherhood, my efforts to figure things out, and some insights for other mommies who want to have it all, even if they don’t have it all together. 

I live in New Hampshire with my husband, two kiddos who think that I am the sun and the moon, and two cats who think I am just okay.