Those of you who know me best, know that decisions about decorating fall into the category of “not worth stressing about”. Life is too short, I think I’ve been know to say, to sweat the small stuff.
I like the Duggars’ motto, “Buy used and save the difference.” If I was going to pick a motto to describe my design lifestyle, it would be “Buy classic and use it until it wears out. In the meantime, don’t freak out if a dog/kid/employee destroys it.” I guess that last part comes from growing up in a house with rooms we were not allowed to enter, and childhood memories of guilt over broken pieces of Waterford.
After I got engaged, we had seven months to plan a wedding. Decisions had to be made, not agonized over. Looking back, any time slight agony popped up in the process, I made the decision even quicker–I can’t stand the process. Note: this is also why I got out of interior design–laboring with wealthy women to determine which shade of $250-per-yard-fringe they needed for their living room pillows was way. too. agonizing.
In this whole child-bearing process, I’m coming across a slew of decisions that have to be made: pre-birth testing, post-birth testing, do we want to know the sex, are we going to bank cord blood, will we vaccinate. I’m sure those are just the tip of the iceberg, and I didn’t even inlcude trying to come up with a name that we will both like for the rest of our lives, doesn’t bring on too much playground ridicule, looks good in a monogram, and doesn’t sound naughty when said with a foreign accent. Talk about agony.
In order to help the decision making process along, I’ve already made my mind up about one thing: nursery colors. Boy or girl, the nursery will be aqua, with shades of cream and white. I’ve always loved aqua, and I figure it evolves to a good guest room later. If we have a girl, my guess is that we will have plenty of time for pink, so why get sick of it early, and if we have a boy, he won’t care.
Therefore, ladies and gentleman, meet my paint color: Serena and Lily’s Air. View in color palette here. Do you see that hint of green?

We’ll pair it with a white or cream crib, and shades of white and cream bedding, with maybe some accents of black and/or brown. Simple, sweet, and will always look good with a topping of primaries, if boy, or pastels, if girl.
Now on to that name game.
I’ll give you two guesses what I bought at Target this morning. Mac and cheese and maternity tops. Seriously–I think there are no fewer than 10 boxes of assorted mac and cheese in my pantry. And the maternity top selection was a little discouraging. I’ll pass on the navy and orange floral mumu, thank you. I ended up finding a gray long sleeved t, a black long sleeved t, and some smocked, waist-banded, baggy bunchy thing. Ugh. I feel like I’m not myself and I HATE it. I hope the Lord gives me a healthy, fast-cooking baby.
Did you watch Obama’s address to the nation this evening? I missed it, but caught the GOP response. I have to admit, I’m very impressed with that guy. 2012!! Anything is better than the socialism, Robin Hood mentality that I feel saturating our nation. Why are these people PROUD of him? Do they realize that 38% of Americans don’t pay taxes?!?! Don’t they get that if that number rises, THEY will get to further foot the bill? I don’t want to lose my private health care, my small (but still too big, IMHO) government, my right to individuality, the last thread of accountability that the American public is barely hanging onto. I can hear seventh grade government echoing in my head: “Liberty is the freedom to do right, not the freedom to do whatever we want.” That’s come in pretty handy in some political debates in the past year. Thanks, Mr. B.
Anyway, tangent there. And probably one I shouldn’t attempt to debate. I have my ideals, but I don’t like to be loud about them. Democrats can be super cranky debaters, and I get stress in my shoulders when I deal with them. Ugh.
I promise, I’m going to try to add 1) photos and 2) relevance to this blog. Sometime. Nottoosoon.
Hubs and I are about to grab a bite before I get on the road. The past week has been gloriously productive, in retrospect. He and I really do work well as a team. I will miss him this week, but we’ll be back together again soon.
We’re starting to show the house more. Remind me, and I’ll take some pics this week. It’s not perfect, but it’s straight–as straight as it will ever be. We are actually debating taking the house OFF the market, because things keep changing. Last week we had friends offer to rent the hubs’ house whenever we were ready. I wonder if the Lord is telling me that we can’t sell my house, but we’ve already got his rented, so land where the door is a-opening, Toots? I hope I’m not being dense.
I just had a rather random, but pretty darn satisfying thought. I have some stellar employees, a couple of whom have been with me for almost half a decade now. I was thinking back to the time when they first started, the struggles we went through, the battles we’ve fought, side by side, and come out victorious on the other side. I don’t know if they realize it now, but they are seriously marketable chicks now. There aren’t too many people who know the industry inside and out, and after five years, they are pretty close to qualifying in the significant knowledge base competition. I’m so proud of them.
That’s all for now. We’re debating our early dinner: Iron Star or Chipotle? One has good tacos, the other has good guac. Hard to decide.
We had to head to OK today for a family funeral. I got a couple of other things done while I was there, but due to family commitments and the like, the day was not as productive as I would have liked. My parents suggested a quick bite at Cafe 7, (they have a myspace page, too) which I highly recommend. Not only was it priced excellently, but it was delish. Great concept, OSU guy with an awesome personality and entrepreneurial spirit–seems like it could really go big. Franchise? I love seeing great ideas explode.
We left by 7 this evening, and were back home by 10, and hubs is crashed in bed beside me. My mom wanted us to stay with them, but there is nothing like sleeping in your own bed, no? And we didn’t want to stay at my house because we’re showing it again this weekend and it is clean right now, so let’s keep it that way, yes?
A friend emailed tonight and asked me for some Dallas restaurant recommendations. I had fun plowing through google, digging up old faves. Arcodoro Pomodoro was recommended by a business associate. Inside scoop: you have to ask for the “best pasta in the world” (not on the menu) which is actually a lobster ravioli, I think. Palomino is a favorite fall back, and I seem to always end up there for lunch, but I’m assuming dinner is equally satisfying. We tried Toulouse with friends one night–great patio and fun champagne cocktails. Also, it’s in Knox Henderson, right next to fab shopping.
I never knew I liked Latin food, but at La Duni, it is divine. Be prepared to eat modestly on the entree, because you can’t leave without coffee and dessert. Hibiscus seems to have recurred frequently in our dining out rotation recently. They change the menu seasonally, but the last time I was there had the most outstanding tuna tartare I’ve ever tasted. There is also some tie-in with T. Boone Pickens, which never hurt anyone’s reputation, in my humble opinion.
And while we’re on the subject of raw fish, Blue Fish never fails me with their Ahi Tower. I now order my own as an entree, not to be shared with table mates. I do love raw fish, and I’m terribly disappointed that it doesn’t seem to be legal in any way, shape, or form to this pregnancy. We’ve talked about wanting to try Stephan Pyles, but I took a look at the superbness that is their ceviche menu, and wonder if it wouldn’t be worth saving the experience until after this whole child-bearing thing is over.
Which leads me to my closing topic: Mac & Cheese. All with great atmosphere, both of the following all fall into the category of particularly satisfying comfort foods. The Porch, with Smoked Ham Mac & Cheese Casserole, and Jasper’s, with Ham & Gouda Mac & Cheese. On the to-be-tried list: Local‘s mascarpone mac + cheese, Hattie’s four-cheddar mac & cheese, and Screen Door‘s casserole of smoked gouda cheese, macaroni, spring peas and tasso (they also have shrimp & grits).
Last but not least, it doesn’t seem fair to leave a classic unmentioned: TABC‘s jalapeno chicken dumplings are unsurpassed.
Am I missing anything?
Hubs got home from a couple days of travel this evening, and I was sitting in bed in my bathrobe, working away as furiously as I have been since 10:00 this morning. I sent him straight to the store, since, while he was gone, I managed to eat every leftover in this house. AND NOW I WANT MORE LEFTOVERS.
While I’m waiting for him to get back, I’m trying not to think about guacamole, and chocolate covered Oreo things, and beer that I can’t have anyway, but would taste oh-so-delicious. I can’t bring myself to do the O’Doul’s thing–his instructions are to bring back Perrier and limes.
Francie is burying her bone in a pile of dirty clothes. Poor dog acts like she hasn’t been outside all day long, and doesn’t have real dirt to play in. No, she has to play in the laundry pile. Gross.
I have to confess, I caved and drank some caffeine. So, productivity is a little bit on the coerced side, but honestly, I don’t know how I’m going to live another 6 months without the precious drug. So, I’ve been a productive little girl today. Contracts have been sorted out (always glad to get those over with, and move on to the fun stuff), business plans written (oh so many fun things going on right now!), designs started. I’ve done well.
I’m going to go squeeze in a few more hours before this buzz wears off.
Lunch today: Archer Farms Creamy Tomato Mac & Cheese. Rating: Fair. What would taste better to my pregnant self: good ol’ Kraft blue box. My sister says there is no such thing as pregnancy cravings, but mac & cheese is definitely satisfying something.
Tomorrow marks 12 weeks–the end of the first trimester! That’s crazy. What I miss most: Corona Light and coffee. Only 28 weeks more to go. A friend just told me it would fly by, and for that I’m grateful. I’m not looking forward to the whole weight-gain, maternity clothes, pregnant-in-the-dead-heat-of-summer thing. Ugh. If only J. Crew had maternity wear, THEN this world would be a better place.
I can’t believe it is only Tuesday. Yesterday was a long day with a visit to a potential new printer and reading contracts and legal emails last night. Yuck. All for a good cause though, right? (Note to self: apply same reasoning to pregnancy.)
Meeting 1 of 4 done for the day. Another at 1:30, 2:30, and 4:00. Tomorrow, maybe I’ll get some design stuff done.
It has been a busy week. We had business associates in town Tuesday and Wednesday, a Valentine party at work yesterday, and I think I’ve worn myself out and made myself sick. I couldn’t keep anything down yesterday, and ran a fever all last night. I’m going to try to stay low today, and get some emails answered.
There is some stuff going on at work, and I’m just not sure how to handle it. I really shouldn’t delve further into it here, but it is safe to say that I’m frustrated, and discouraged, by it all.
Bless, as my sister says. This is going to be A WEEK. The kind of week that makes me want to wear a t-shirt with a picture of a headless chicken with an arrow pointing towards my head. I can already feel the stress seeping into my shoulders, begging for a back rub. I don’t enjoy this at all.
Right now, I’m supposed to be working on a business presentation for tomorrow. I’m a member of a womens business group, and the format of the group is that we basically take turns presenting on different issues. I was going to present on my financial statements, and how to derive key metrics from them, but after hours on Quickbooks this weekend, I’ve determined that the good ol’ p&l is a long way from critique-able. Which leaves me presentation-less. Any ideas? Help. I’ve got less than 12 hours.
The presentation is going to be at my office, which means that on my way to work, I’ve got to pick up bags of ice, coffee, danishes. And I can’t forget the buckets for the ice. And probably some dishtowels, since the ice will no doubt melt all over the conference table. Oh, the stress is mounting.
After the meeting adjourns, I’ll have a precious few minutes to try to get a bit more of that p&l straightened out. (Can you tell it’s driving me crazy?) Then it is off to the airport to pick up business associates, in town for a tour of the place this headless chicken runs, a quick jog to the jeweler to get a new earring back, dinner with the biz people, home to crash with company in tow.
Next day, repeat as above. I kid you not. Then conference call, then dinner with the aunt and uncle who are moving to the other side of the continent, then home to make valentines cookies for the cookie decorating contest at work on Thursday.
I’ve got to stop. I’m getting exhausted just thinking about it.
Change of subject. Let’s talk about something happy. One of my favorite, happiest things right now is logging onto my blog reader and seeing the little organized folder that says “Friends Blogs” highlighted in bold. Friends blogs are my favorite. When I see that little number bolded, I always get a tinge excited. I wonder who has updated, what has happened in their lives, what excitement is going on. I’m keeping in touch, even though they don’t know it.
I need to add the links to the sidebar, but that’s going to take some time. So, for the time being, click on over to “meet” Libby, my BFF from, like junior high. She was, and is still, a stellar writer, and now that I’ve blogged about her, she’ll have to be consistent.
And I’m still reading about Kelly and Harper. I think they totally have me hooked. From there, I clicked on over to The Macs tonight, and read the story of their sweet Cora while choking back tears. Lift them up in your prayers, tonight.
Reminder to self: sometimes my headless chicken problems are pretty minor. I’m humbled.
We have comments, people. Working comments. And a February header (made in a pinch, forgive the lack of creativity). And imported archives (read at your own risk). I’ll need to add some more features here and there, but it will evolve with time. I’m happy to finally have a decent-looking, in-good-working-order blog!
This morning is glorious. I let Francie outside first thing after I got up and left the door open. The crisp air is drifting in, and aside from chirping birds, it seems like a beautiful fall morning. There is almost a dampness to the air, which makes me think a cozy rain is right around the corner. Maybe not–I don’t watch the weather–but it’s beautiful. It’s actually a bit chilly, and I might need to go grab a sweater.
Inspiration has struck, so I made myself a cup of hot chocolate, pulled out a few design books, turned on Josh Groban, and have started digging for the next 2009 collection.
But for some reason, my mind has wandered, and found plenty of time for thinking. Thinking about life, about where the hubs and I are headed, and how to plan it all out so that it works. If we sell this house, what do we do with the equity? Do we get a bigger house in Dallas? Or remain content where we are and save the dollars for a dream house? The choices are daunting.
It’s a ‘what if’ game, because this house hasn’t sold yet, and possibly won’t sell. There isn’t a good reason why it wouldn’t sell, but if it isn’t the Lord’s will, it’s safe to say, we don’t want it to sell. So all the questions and more in the above paragraph could be in for naught. But I have to ask them, because asking them helps me to dream, and dreaming gets me excited, and pushes me forward.
We’ve looked at a couple of houses in Dallas. For the right price, both of them could be a good move. One of them is an amazing opportunity for some built-in-equity, but would require a lot of work, and is too small to stay in for the long run. Neither one of the houses am I in LOVE with. They both fall into the category of VERY nice, but not my dream house.
So that got me thinking, ‘why don’t we just buy some land, hang on to it, and build our dream house in a couple of years?’ And I got really excited again. But I’ve been known to change my mind more than once, and I know I’m not in control of things here, so I’m not going to get too excited. It is a really good idea, though, and worth thinking about some more. If this house sells.
So I’ve sketched a couple of floor plans, dreaming on paper. And I’ve done some scanning for the next collection. And once again, I don’t have any conclusion, but just a really excited feeling–the gut kind of feeling that says, ‘if you want it badly enough, you know you can get it.’
Hopefully, sometime in the near future, we’ll get an offer on this house. We’ll close, take the elbow grease I’ve earned, and put it to good use on dreams. Until then, we wait.











Hi, I'm Whitney. I am first and foremost a child of God, a mum to two rambunctious little boys, and lucky enough to call the most amazing man I know my husband. By day, I run a stationery company, and consult at the intersection of tech and graphic design. At night, I dream of charming cottages by the sea, silk ballgowns, and a perfectly organized office.








































