Robert and I have been so blessed to be able to live rent-free while he's going to graduate school.
House sitting for my parents has honestly been a dream come true.
We're still poor, but we're way less poor than we would be if we were renting.
Trouble is, this little thrift-shopping, do-it-yourself, make-things-pretty heart of mine has kind of been out of commission in the home improvement department for almost two years now...and it's sort of killing me.
I often wonder...do I even have a style anymore? what do I even like?
From my pins on Pinterest (some of my faves right now ^above^) it looks like I'm really into white and pink.
Not sure if the pink in our living room would fly with Robert, but I might be surprised.
Really, in the grand scheme of things this matters very little. Very little.
I keep trying to remind myself of that.
But with this bulging belly of mine (which seems to grow inches by the day lately) I feel like I'm starting to lose all sense of fashion too, mostly because the majority of my shirts are becoming belly shirts.
It's not a good look.
So in moments like these, during nap time when I'm perusing Pinterest or looking at fabric for pillows I don't even have a place to put, I have to find some sort of other pick-me-up (and it's certainly not folding laundry. Sorry, Bob).
Meet my friend Baskin Robbins...
He always knows how to ease my troubles.