this cascading blush display of Spring in Chapel Hill
pizza on the patio
Nilla begging for food, or to be petted, or food, or to be petted – plus a pink pedicure and these summer sandals that have been on repeat
a cute cat curled up in this bookstore window
getting a tan without UV rays with my favorite self tanner
the weekly David and Nilla cuddle pic – Nilla being SUCH a LADY!
the sweetest surprise piece of mail from Polyvore
they framed the picture used in the Lucky Magazine feature
being featured on their website for their member spotlight
adding this mirror to our cottage – it hung in my room at my house in Mississippi
getting to visit Mississippi one more time before my parents moved out of my childhood home yesterday
This was our first full week back in Chapel Hill after David’s two week vacation, and I have to say, I love being home. Speaking of home I still can’t believe my parents ACTUALLY went through with selling their house AND moved out of it yesterday. Cue the violins ….
We lived there for over 20 years and to think of going back to my hometown without walking through the back door of that house is, well, weird. Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited for my parents – this is what they want to do, they are moving to a smaller more manageable property right outside of “our neighborhood,” their 3 kids are all grown up and out of the house – I get it. But even though I didn’t contribute a dime to this house, I feel like it’s completely mine. It’s the place I’ve called home from when I was 5 until yesterday.
When I was leaving for the last time I did a “final walkthrough” just to see every room one more time. I was flooded with so many memories that I immediately began crying. “There’s where we used to turn on music and dance when my dad got home from work when I was 5, there’s where my sister and I sang songs from The Little Mermaid into the fan because it made our voices sound cool, there’s where we had every Christmas morning,” etc… etc…
It reminded me so much of Father of the Bride when the daughter asks her mom (Diane Keeton) if she took a picture of the tree in the backyard – “just a roll” honey. I could totally watch that movie this weekend… (and maybe pretend like my dad is going to buy this house back just like George Banks does in the movie).
Have a wonderful weekend and thanks so much for reading 🙂
