I woke up this morning a thirty year old woman. I use the term 'woman' loosely, because I still watch Disney movies when Valen's not around and get overly excited about the dessert and snack aisles at the grocery store. Those are just two examples of how I'm a child but follow me on Snapchat and you'll get an idea of how deep the rabbit hole goes.
So, anywho, I woke up and stuff; got to say, I'm thrilled about that because yesterday I was afraid that I might just die in my sleep from old age. I am happy to report I am alive and my hair didn't turn grey whilst I dreamt away my youth. I think every teenage girl had at least one moment where they sat around with their girlfriends planning out their futures. "O.M.G if I'm not married with three kids, a huge home with a white picket fence, and a well trained dog by the time I turn thirty then I'll JUST.DIE." I knew I wanted a loving marriage, lots of kids who adored me, and a simple life. HAH. Well, my life's been anything but simple. Ain't no man waiting to rub my shoulders by the fireplace he built with his studly bare hands. I have one child who growls at people and makes her belly button talk, and my dog literally howls at the moon and attacks children. I live in a tiny apartment and the people who live above me must move their own furniture for a living because that's all they seem to do day and night. The teenage versions of us, planning out our fairy-tale futures, are cute; but, I think they got it wrong. I think happiness, and I should preface this by saying that I am supremely happy, is less about checking boxes and more about diving into your life with an open mind and heart. I've had trials and tribulations, as we all have. Each one of them has taught me something about myself. I think I've done a pretty good job of embracing failure and brushing off my shoulders like an OG (that means original gangster, for all you 30 plusers). I'm also not that teenage girl anymore: you know, the one who cares what everyone thinks of them, and puts way too much pressure on herself to be perfect. Sure, my skin doesn't glow like a babies and sometimes I contemplate whether or not to wear pants, but I love myself. I don't care if you see me without makeup, and if my kid wants to have a dance party in an inappropriate place I'm going to shake a tail feather. The older I get the less affected I am. I am closer than ever to my family. I am the most fulfilled I've ever been working with my hands and inhaling chemicals. I have a best friend, that I made from scratch like a super painful banana bread, who teaches me more about life's beauty than I ever imagined possible. My body and soul are the healthiest they've ever been. I am surrounded by people who constantly inspire me, love me, and root for me, and I live in an actual paradise where every day is t-shirt and flip-flops weather. So, no... Thirty is not what I thought it would be. It is better. I've got big plans for this decade, and they include lots of happiness, lots of good food, more expensive alcohol (your twenties is for the stuff in plastic and cardboard), and love in abundance. Now, don't quote me on any of this on the eve of my fortieth birthday when I'm locked in, what is hopefully, an enormous walk-in closet crying about how my life is over and I need a boob-job. xoxo This Old B**ch If you liked this mushy, gushy post you'll love this one about my papa on his birthday, and my bunny on her birthday! Don't forget to follow us on Facebook and Instagram!
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You've all been so patient with me while I live in DIY limbo, waiting on products I've ordered and cement to dry (literally). My sister is trucking away on the kitchen. The cement counter-tops are currently being sealed, and when her hardware arrives she's going to install the doors (worst part of the job when you have a bad back, so I'm glad I'm not stuck doing it). I'm so excited to show you all the finished product, but if you haven't already, head to this blog post for some progress pics! The chairs I'm refinishing to go with the table I did before my big PA Christmas trip have hit a couple snags. I mentioned in my last post that everything I seemed to order recently had issues.
I'm choosing not to freak out, and instead I've made myself productive in other ways. I found a new client, who is sweet and fabulous and has entrusted me with a super quick farmhouse makeover on an Ashley's Furniture desk she bought second-hand.
This is what the desk looked like when she dropped it off:Today I'm going to share with you the 5 Easy Steps for a Farmhouse Desk Makeover:
Here is what the desk looked like with its first coat of paint:Here is what the desk looked like with its second coat of paint:Here is what the desk looked like after I distressed it:Here is the desk sealed and ready for its new owner!
See how easy that was? And look how bright, and chic it looks now that it's been painted white. This dinged-up desk has got a new lease on life and it only took a day and a few easy steps! Hope you all have the courage to try this yourselves. Be sure to upload any pictures on to our Facebook page by clicking the links below!
xoxo Alyssa Coming Soon:
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