I Feel Blissy

You may have noticed I added a little button to my blog. My first blog button ever. I like saying blog and button in the same sentence. Anyway, I added a "Domestic Bliss" button because 1. I imagine it's a lovely place, though I've never been in to the actual store but have partaken of their yard sale, which was fab; 2. I was registered in a drawing for a gift card. Domestic Bliss is a shop in cute downtown Mesa with pretty (breakable ) things. This is why I have yet to visit. It's hard to get away without the little destructive band I affectionately call "children." I keep telling Sara we should go by ourselves but we have yet to take ourselves up on this offer. But we did make it to the yard sale. If that was any indication of the goods for sale in the store, I will so be there as soon as I talk trick my husband into watching the monkeys. We woke up early on a chilly Saturday morning for the garage sale and I took $100 and a dream of buying something awesome for my house. You see, I spend so much time surviving I give little thought to decorating. So as a consequence we live in a very drab, nearing institutional, hacienda. But I am on a mission to change that, one unfinished project at a time. I saw so many cute things. But I kept saying, "What will I do with this? Where will I put this?" There was this little white metal antique chair with a red tasseled seat and I stood there for five minutes trying to picture it in my house. Then I heard a rumor that Lin Sue Cooney (you would have to watch Phoenix news to know who she is) was interested and I almost just bought it right out from under her. But alas, where would I put it? So as I was perusing I came across the cutest quilts ever. I have a friend who is pregnant and for some reason I have the urge to buy things for her everywhere I go. Maybe it's the baby thing. I don't know. I just know I had to buy her a little baby quilt, whether she likes it or not. I then had to buy one for myself. Or actually for Kate's room. She has a little pink/black Parisian/shabby chic thing going on. And I have so many ideas and unfinished projects for her room. But I thought she could hang this on the wall (well actually Aaron will be doing the hanging but you know):



This was made by Sweet Baby Jamie, who has an etsy shop with all of her other cute stuff. She was such a nice lady, especially so early in the morning. And she just stood there patiently while I argued with myself (occasionally Sara stepped in) about which quilt I should buy. If you need a gift for a baby shower, consider a handmade quilt. Because even though you didn't make it, you care enough to find someone to make it for you.

The other item I purchased is currently hanging in my living room. It has generated much conversation already. This is an example of seeing something and just knowing you have to have it. I didn't think about where it would go, what is was, or if I would be able to get it home. I just grabbed it and threw my money at the seller.



Please do not adjust your screen, it is that lopsided in person. Which is why I kind of love it. I don't know what it is or where it was used but it is obviously handmade (without the use of a square, as my snorting father and husband pointed out) and it is now the only thing hanging in my living room. Now we just have to plan the rest of the room around it. That should only take five more years.