So Much to Be Grateful For


A November rainstorm was blowing, rain and wind and chilly temperatures. Friends ran into the house soaked and laughing, holding warm dishes of food to share. Everyone gathered and poured a drink, nibbled cheese and snapped Instagrams of the table. Little conversation starters had been placed around the table... questions and little blurbs to get everyone chatting. It was generally unnecessary- for where colorful, loving people are gathered, conversation flows. (And the champagne punch didn't hurt either!)

One of the prompts was to say one of your best traits- and as each lady went around the table, the others chimed in and encouraged, organically, and as only friends can. This was a group of ladies where some had years of friendship under their belts, others a handful of months, and some had only met that night. As the candles flickered, the light glowed in our eyes- women who had just been introduced over a cheese board named strengths, and close friends laughed and supported each other.

As we rounded the table, my turn came. Words such as "welcoming", "hospitable", and"creative" were mentioned. I myself said my strengths were acceptance/love for others and creativity. I was not being full of myself. It had taken me years to realize the things that motivated my heart, the things I naturally am drawn towards... and then the confidence to say them out loud. To not be ashamed to know what I am good at, and what drives me. And as I looked around the table, the vintage glassware and blue and white china I had lain out, the thrifted brass candlesticks winking with a magical glow... I also took in the amazing humans I have collected over the years. 

This year, there is a lot to be thankful for. 





Pink Lemonade

Lingonberry Concentrate (from Ikea)

Raspberry Liqueur

Cointreau (Orange Liqueur)

Orange slices


Pour everything to taste into a pretty punch bowl... enjoy! The beauty of punch is that there is no sure, tried and true recipe. 

Welcome Home, a Little Late

When I was first moving to Columbus, people would ask me where I wanted to live. The first place I would say was German Village... followed by a little laugh, because it was silly of me to think I would be able to find/afford a place there. It felt like a long shot, but it was also my dream. The quaint brick streets, historical homes, coffee shops, restaurants, a great park, all within walking distance. A fairly safe neighborhood for a single female moving to a new city. Neighborhoods where I felt safe walking after dark.

Well, in the span of about a week, I discovered a little studio for rent above a venue on the edge. I sped up to Columbus from Dayton to see the space, and was up the next week signing my lease. 

I went from a fairly roomy, one bedroom in Dayton, Ohio, (see a little tour here, on Apartment Therapy)  to a very tight, upstairs studio in the village. But it was cute, and the kitchen was probably three times as larger. ( I love to cook, so that was a big plus!) 

I paired down on furniture and items- giving things away or lending out pieces that just would not fit. Everyone wanted to know my plans for sectioning off the living space. Would I hang curtains? Use a shelf for a wall? 

In the end, I decided to not attempt to create walls. To leave it open and airy. After all, it was just me living there! I didn't mind that my bed was in my living room and vice versa. 

I truly loved living in that small space- it was the perfect size for one or two people. It definitely made it a challenge to host, but I managed on a few occasions to have friends and family over. I also had access to a rooftop patio which was lovely in the good weather. 

This place was my safe harbor that first year in Columbus. It was a hard year- a new city and job, friends living far away, a cold winter... and this was my home. 


I hope you enjoy the tour!