You’ve heard it. I’ve heard it. But at this moment, I’m hell bent on keeping it the reality: Keeping it simple. Culture is already swimming with holiday ideas and trinkets to fill up our time and empty our wallets. This is the time of year when I try and make a point to tuck away into my
Choosing My Vital Few Whew. Wowza. What a season we’ve just come through. You know when you’ve just delivered a baby and you’re all “Whew! Wowza! That was a doozy.” – ya, it’s like that though, thank the Lord, there was a lot less blood involved. These past few months have been filled with times of
This. Every morning, this. I could wake up seventy thousand more times, roll out of bed, scramble to find a mismatched pair of socks, and throw on an oversized, overworn sweatshirt before hobbling out to the thrift store couch (where no less than four little ones will soon find me) and never tire of it.
I’m floored. And by floored, I mean I’m currently laying on the floor, soothing my aching bones from the exhaustion that has joyfully consumed my body. 5,000 copies of Family Table are currently sitting in my God-forsaken basement awaiting their destiny on your kitchen counter! The book is done. The book is here. The book is for
Yes, I’m way overdue for a Farmhouse Kitchen update. As many of you are well aware, we’re now two months into our farmhouse kitchen remodel. As much as I wanted to take a sledge hammer to it all the moment we moved in, eventually I submitted to at least getting boxes unpacked before we starting
We are in the depths of full-on cottage styling here these days. Yes, there is a vegetable garden that needs to be weeded. Yes, the flower beds could use an extra layer of mulch. The pig pasture is currently only halfway done being fenced, I’m sure the chicken coop could use a cleaning, and lets
The ordinary. Hi. My name is Shaye. And I would like to share with you ordinary photographs from these past few days. Because – get this now – my life is ordinary. Y’all. I have four kids five and under. It’s so dang wonderful and so brutally hard. A clean house is a distant memory like a
Changes, y’all. Big changes. I felt so melancholy a few nights back, I wanted to just crawl out of my skin. I sat in bed, nursing Juliette… staring out the window… praying with Stuart. The sprinkler was watering the field off in the distance and it’s faithful tick-tick-tick gave a rhythmic undertone to my heavy
There are so many special details to share with you about the new potager, but in the meanwhile, I’ve recorded a short video to give you a little garden tour of what we’ve been up to! Since the video, I’m pretty sure my dog has eaten at least two more plants. Yay. Have you ever
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