|Overcommitment to Fear of Commitment|

The self acknowledged, ridiculous 10 month long search for tennis shoes has ended. 

I am fully aware of how ridiculous the amount of time it has taken me to land on a pair of shoes. I didn’t have lofty expectations that I would find a pair that would make me fly or fix my hair for me in the morning.. but I did however find any reason to not be satisfied with any pair I saw (and eventually bought). Thats right, landed on a pair around month 7, when I went to put them on at home, the color scheme didn’t match any of my workout clothes. OBSURD. The audacity of the tennis shoes to not color coordinate with my wardrobe, how dare they. I really know how to be committed to never wanting to commit. 

So naturally I returned them and continued the search. Finally, one of my peoples on Instagram (that I don’t know in real life) posted a pair that she wanted so naturally because I think she is cool, I wanted them. I found them, bought them, love them and have thrown away the box so I can’t return them. 

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Now I know I need to examine my heart because clearly this pattern is pointing to a bigger issue (no, tennis shoes were not the first victim of my purchase scrutiny).  But for now, I’m hollering a hallelujah and amen, the shoe search has come to an end. 



Peace Out No 1: Paint

Coming in August, I get the joy of living in a house with a group of girls that I can’t wait to live with! This house has had several girls come through it that I love. I actually came to it my sophomore year of college and if you would have told me then that I would live in it one day, I would have laughed (mainly cause that meant I would have to move to NC…well, that part is done!). 

More coming soon on the The Peace House and the girls I will be living with, but for now… I am thrilled to get to make some updates to this place as we make it home. 

Peace Out to the Peace House No. 1: Paint (shocker… we chose grey. It might be my favorite color)






First step: done. Now to get the old furniture out and ours in. Hurry quick August. 




|NOFO fo sho|

New zip code, new selection of restaurants. Half day of vacation from work, checking out a new favorite is the BEST way to spend it. 

First on the list to check out, NOFO @ the Pig. Located in the Five Points District area of Raleigh, this charming restaurant/store combo was a hit. There are many things Alex and I do well together and almost never disagree on. #1 on that list is food. We don’t consider ourselves foodies (we are too cheap for that), but we do love to eat. The decision was tough, and neither of us could decide between the Avocado BLT or the Pulled Pork Wrap, so we got both and shared! I still haven’t decided what I will get next time because both were so dang good.  








Yum or Yuck? |Spinach & Artichoke Grilled Cheese|

After a month long rut of cooking the same meals over and over again, I jumped back on the pinterest recipe wagon and found several new recipes to try this week. The choice of what to try first was a no brainer. And not to mention, a big YUM.



yumThis recipe was the bomb (and can be found here). There’s not too many recommendations after making this recipe, but I will say, take the recipe seriously when it says to tear the spinach into pieces. Didn’t pay attention to that and ended up with big pieces of spinach slim. Yum. Overall, awesome & easy recipe.

Super easy, quick & messy. Have fun & happy monday!


Camp Aunt Jilly |2014|

I’ve waited all year for Camp Aunt Jilly. This was a weekend that was thrown out at first as just a fun idea, but that fun idea just blossomed in my heart as the perfect time for me to spend with my only nephew.


I sometimes go overboard with ideas, but I just couldn’t stop pinning. One day at work, Emerson’s camp romper came in the mail and as I was showing one of my co-workers, she said “is he into this?”. He’s 1, mind you. So I giggled knowing she wasn’t serious, and said no, but he will be one day! Then I just truthfully told her, “loving Emerson, is just one more big way of me loving my sister”. By loving her child like he was my own, planning time to spend with him, rejoicing with her in the exciting times and giving her a hug when its hard being a mom… I am loving her. I’m not always good at it, but I am thankful for Emerson, because he gave me one more (REALLY big and really cute) reason to love my sister.

What a crazy, and in many ways unexpected weekend Camp AJ was. Here’s just a glimpse into the festivities of camp.


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Emerson Grey- sweet boy. I LOVED our weekend together. I pray it is the first of many Camp AJ’s. You were so snuggly, and playful. Easily entertained by Winnie the Pooh & Elmo. You didn’t want to be put down for a second… but I didn’t mind 🙂 . You had a massive day of blowouts, which included one explosion landing on my arm (ask your mother, she will remember). You had your first taste of cheesecake. And the highlight of the weekend was your duck face. You constantly practiced your duck face 🙂 Love you, E. 




|The Hair Fail of 2014|

I’m not one to shy away from doing something different with my hair. Typically I am too cheap though so it ends up me convincing Al to take some bleach and discretely add a little hair flare. 

Well…. last week, I was so done with my hair and needed it chopped off  barely trimmed with drastic layers, that I was desperate for any sort of change. I hate spending money on hair and didn’t want to go to my regular salon so I went with one of the hair schools in the area. I’ve had my hair cut at these schools for several years now and generally they do a good job. I thought though, to make it extra different I would get a few strands of color put in. So I poured through the pages of Pinterest and found the perfect picture that I knew my hair would look nothing like, but maybe she would get it somewhere near the same family? After the 4 hours in the salon, the instructor asked if there was anything I wanted to change… “um yes sir, everything”. But instead I just said “nope, looks great” which is code for “get me outta here!”. See for yourself. 

I title this picture: “the hair that never was mine”

hairI title this picture: “the hair that was mine” 

PicMonkey CollageI title this picture: “the hair that was my fix.” 

image-2One box of $3 color later, it at least doesn’t look like my hair got caught in a washing machine full of bleach. I like brown, I think I’ll stick with brown hair. Happy leave your hair alone Friday to me!




Emerson Grey- |Year One|

It is hard to believe a full year has passed since this sweet boy was born. I have loved every minute being this little guy’s aunt. He has brought so much joy to our lives- it is hard to remember what life was like before Emerson. After hearing I was going to be an aunt, and then hearing I would have a nephew and his name would be Emerson… I wanted to find a verse to pray over him throughout his life. The name Emerson means words like {strong, brave, courageous, powerful}. The verse below couldn’t have fit more perfect. 

“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”   Joshua 1:9










Happy Birthday sweet baby boy! I love being your Aunt… your only Aunt 🙂 Its a guaranteed favorite!! You have changed our family for the better and we couldn’t love you more. I pray you know Jesus at a young age and grow up to be a man that loves Him and knows He is with you wherever you go. I can’t wait to watch you grow up and give your mom trouble every now and then!! You are blessed with parents and a family that love you. Can’t wait to celebrate your first birthday soon. Love you E!