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Hello? Hi.

It’s been quite long enough since I’ve posted, and there is so much ground to cover, and so much to catch up on, I’m not even sure where to begin. Since our move I’ve been adjusting to staying home with two busy toddlers. It’s sort of surreal to spend my days watching them laugh and grow, being able to witness it all for myself. In these little moments I think, I’ll remember this forever, and I couldn’t be more thankful to be doing this for a season in my life. There are scores of posts on Mommyhood, encouragement, camaraderie, relishing each second, and so on. This is quite an odd time in history to be staying home, and I waiver between a tiny bit of panic that I’m not nourishing a career, and complete and total gratitude my uniform is now makeup-less and raggedy, most days. It’s an odd time because feminism is being redefined, and has honestly become almost polarizing, pitting woman against woman with little respect for her position to actually choose her own path. It is a strange world now, with social media pressing and pushing and molding our view of societal parameters, our view of ourselves, and of reality. Looking now at the back of two bustling and noisy little heads, I realize these are short and fleeting moments in an altogether short life, and truly I have fallen into a completely comfortable place in my new role in my family. I cannot wrap my mind around these little lives entrusted to me to protect and nurture, and the more I learn about other mothers, the more I realize what a rare and special example I had while growing up. I can only hope and pray to honor her by loving my children and rearing them in her example.

So, how is Charleston? It’s a dream. We are in that weird limbo phase of making friends and plugging in to the community, but we still drive around the Holy City, visit local beaches, and it’s like, we live here! Some really don’t believe that we aren’t struggling or homesick, or that I’m not crying into my coffee every morning, or lonely, but in short, we haven’t looked back since we left TN. This is how I know we were ready for the next chapter in our lives. We are expecting our third little one in June, and I’m sure I’m in for it then, but Joseph and I just teamed up and took this on, and we’ve done it. We are closer already and I look forward to what the next few years will bring our marriage and our and bond as a family of five. The challenges are real, and anticipated, but our strength and resilience has shown through. We have room to breathe and space to grow and become whomever we want to be. It’s not lost on me what a blessing, what an opportunity this is for us. It’s an adventure, and I really believe there is something very true and real about what a person decides to believe about themselves. Strength of spirit, of mind and will: it makes all the difference. Being covered in prayer and surrounded by support has made it even easier for us. Things have gotten heavy at times, there have been challenges, and I know there will be more ahead, but we are seeking God’s providence in our lives in a way we haven’t before, and I cannot tell you the relief and peace I feel to have that sort of power behind us.

So anyone who follows me on Instagram or Facebook has seen snippets of our progress in our sweet cottage-y house. Hang with me here and I’ll be ramping back up at The Salvaged with home tour Fridays, beautiful images, favorite shops and inspiration for those of you who want to share a little corner of the web alongside me. True to the classic, “Wednesday Musings” of the past, I thought it appropriate to start again here and see where it goes. I am making plans, and have lots of people behind me, pushing me to tap into my creativity and actually do something with it. And I am making plans! Boring as this rambling post may be, I’m keeping at it. See you soon!




This Monday morning I’m dreaming about solitude. This is how I know Rhett’s arrival is close. Somehow it feels natural to me to retreat here in the end. I am so ready to meet this child. Regardless of the state of my home, what’s left undone, my heart is ready. I imagine a calmness like this view of the shore, taking a moment of deep breathing, eyes closed, and the sound of nothing but a breeze. As I prepare to become more Mother and more family, I still hold onto my own thoughts, what makes up the fibers of what makes me, me. I feel a re-centering, a moment of clarity.

I’ll take it.

Happy Monday everyone!

Image via Patti Anton



Yesterday I didn’t sit down and relax for 10 hours. Today I am 100% spent. This is all I want to do. One more month and we will officially be on full-time Rhett watch. I cannot wait to meet my little man, but I sure do hope I can fit in a book it two and a coffe or fifty before then.

Have a great Monday everyone!

*pic via buzzfeed

Someone Buy This: Bamboo Dresser

Someone Buy This: Bamboo Dresser

Oh why am I out of room for dressers in my house!? I’m in love with this piece. It would be KILLER painted glossy navy or white. Amazing as a buffet in the dining room, in a guest room, or tucked behind a sofa for storage in the living room- this is a serious steal at only $60! The mirror is like an extra fun bonus- it can be separated and hung anywhere once you remove the hardware from the back. Click the pic to see the listing!!

Today is my Friday! We are headed to St. Louis tomorrow to celebrate family-style for my love’s 30th birthday!


OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASomething big happened for me this week. I received my very first check, ever, for an article I wrote. Someone told me recently that something changes inside you when you’re actually paid to write. It does. Seeing that check, even though it is small, reinforced my resolve to keep doing what I love, no matter how little time I think I have to do it. No matter how long it takes to come to life, my words are coming. I am a writer.

When I started The Salvaged this year, I knew I needed a creative outlet. I did not know how this mashup of antique finds, hidden treasures, little shops, inspiration, beautiful things, memories and experiences would turn into such a love of mine, but it has. I will never forget a moment of clarity in my first job out of college. This job included “rounds” in different departments of a small bank in my hometown. This included teller work- which I truly didn’t mind. You see, Mama was a teller for the majority of her working life, until she became a Grandmother. She built the foundation that would eventually become my career in finance. But at 22 years old, what I did mind, greatly, was working as a teller inside that small town’s Walmart branch. Walmart, people. People talk about misery, but aside from the people suffering with you, I can assure you that it was nothing but complete misery. It might’ve shown on my face, a little. On one specific evening I encountered two men in two different transactions. The first ended in me being called a “c___.” I shit you not. Over a lousy $200 check that I wouldn’t cash because this guy already owed the bank money. In that moment, you know you’ve had these moments, I wish I could look back and say I let the guy have it, because that’s what people expect me to do, right? Nope. Big tears welled up in my eyes and in my mind I remember thinking, “what the hell am I doing here?” I just slid the check back across the counter and said, “you better leave, SIR.” Daddy wanted his name, so I gave it to him. I don’t know what happened after that, but I never saw that guy again.

The second man was a friend of the family and a father to two great friends of mine from youth group at church. When he looked up and approached me in my line, I imagine he could see the stress in my body language. He leaned down and asked me, “what are you doing here?” He had no idea how loaded that question was, or what he did for me that night. My eyes welled up with tears again. I really didn’t know how to answer as I sat inside Walmart, listening to the constant beeping at the checkout line all day. One of my proudest days? When I sent that letter to HR to bid that place adieu. I was headed to my current position, almost seven years ago. You know how to tell people want to hold you down? Everyone whispered about how I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. That can be the poison of a small town. It’s beautiful and magical and special to grow up there, but then at some point you have to get out for a while and make them see what you’ve got. And I win.

Experiences like this make me remember where I came from and how I got here. It makes me get on my knees and thank God he lead me away from that life and into this one. So many words to share. So here I sit. I’m a writer. A little baby, barely-got-her-feet-wet writer, but that’s what I am.

I’m doing a chair dance as I sit here this morning because my tiny girl slept all night. This is huge because the two nights before were the hardest we’ve had with her. She’s been so sick and I am over the moon that she was finally able to rest. I’m glad we got to sleep too, but mostly I’m just beside myself that she has turned the corner and is on the mend! Now that is a great way to start a Friday.

Palm Beach Love

Palm Beach Love

My Swaying Palms fabric has finally arrived! Aurelia’s new room is going to be so chic, maybe a little swanky for a tiny girl, but I love that. In my mind it makes the most sense to create spaces which will grow and adapt so that they can be repurposed. The color scheme is different, but will easily grow with her into a little girl’s room too. The pink seersucker fabric is going to serve as a new crib skirt as long as she stays in her crib. I have plenty to make throw pillows when she does transition to a big girl bed one day. The green looks so amazing up next to the lavender walls. We still have a lot of decorating to do in there, and I’m looking at the calendar like uhhhh…. Here’s the short list of Mama projects…

Aurelia’s drapes and new crib skirt
Rhett’s drapes, crib skirt and lumbar pillow cover
And the ever-elusive kitchen drapes

Trim in both babies’ rooms
Rhett’s walls and bookshelves
The rest of the BEIGE

I have so much to catch you guys up on- hang in there with me- I’m on the last sprint to knock this stuff out!

Happy Thursday!



Look at this little hard worker. Aurelia is following right along in Mommy’s footsteps by getting into the tools and learning early what a work day means. She spent most of the day throwing mulch everywhere, but was fascinated with “making it level!” “paint-painting her board” and “picking up pieces” of wood to give her Papaw (which sometimes sounds like Paw-paw, so we aren’t sure which one she’ll pick yet).
It’s so important to me for her to learn that we work alongside one another as a family. We spent Saturday and all the way into the night Sunday working hard making our house a home. I’ve talked about hard work before, but it’s more than that. It’s connecting and having an experience together with results you can actually see. I’m amazed at my daughter’s ability to understand what we’re doing, and mimicking it exactly… I should probably remember that in other situations…. But it’s true: she is a sponge. She is so proud to be a part of what we’re doing as a family. We let her help, and encourage her to do everything we do, albeit maybe without actual paint on her new paintbrush. She brings it to me for “more paint!” And I am so proud of her. Projects are harder now, and they take longer, but she is already such a great helper.

My first born. If nothing else, remember you are capable. You have strength. You have a sharp mind, and you will go far. As long as I’m living I will tell you this: you can do this. We will always show up to help you. We will always be doers and workers, and I hope somehow pictures like these will help me remember what true happiness looks like. You’ve taught me a lifetime’s worth of lessons already with your determination. I pray God sees fit to let me live out this life so that I can watch you grow and succeed. I will always be there. In every crowd, in every project, with every new skill and adventure, when you look for me with pride in your eyes for what you’ve achieved, I will be there.