the grass is greener

My mom definitely wins the award for the best Easter baskets ever. Check out her handiwork below.

When I was home in March, she told me she wanted to grow her own grass in the baskets she and my dad were making for the grand babies.

And so, the project started here:
We celebrated Easter in Hilton Head, and she and my dad transported the lovely buckets to the island.

Check out the final products below.

How much cuter are these than plastic grass filled baskets? Not to mention eco-friendlier, safer and way happier.

Ten points for Muffy.

kappow! moving and cuppows...

Moving weekend is upon us! I hope that this is the last time I post about this topic for a looong time. I am so ready for my things to be neatly in their places: hangers hung, colors coded, drawers folded, socks matched...

It's going to be blissful.

My dad and mom arrive today to help, which equals a doubly special weekend.

If I didn't already have quite a bit to move, I think this would be the ideal time to invest in a Cuppow. My parents, who are the anti-clutter and anti-collections king and queen, love Ball jars - to the point that they've actually allowed themselves to cultivate quite the collection. Are they on display? Absolutely not. But they still love them in their hearts.

The coffee will surely be flowing this weekend, and I think a Cuppow would have been a great way to transport our coffee from Brookhaven to Midtown. Whappow! Next time, I guess. Which, I promise, won't be for a while...


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Goodbye Goodwynn! Moving day...

My mom has this theory when it's lightly raining that if she doesn't turn on her windshield wipers, she might be able to will the rain away. If she doesn't admit it's not raining, maybe it won't be.

If you know my mom, this mind over matter mentality isn't shocking. Known as glass half completely full type of girl, she firmly believes that anything is possible with the right attitude.

This weekend, she proved that her theory is, in fact, true.

Like a machine, she helped me move from my apartment to my new home and although I never doubted that it could be done, she somehow still amazed me. Powered almost entirely by Caramel Macchiattos, we pushed through 48 hours of nonstop moving bliss (really. we had so much fun.) and Saturday night, when I was thinking bed was sounding just perfect, she looked at me and said, "You won't mind if I just clean a little, will you?" Baseboards, floors, bathroom and kitchen later, you would have thought she was getting my apartment ready for a showing. If it wasn't sparkling when I moved in, it certainly was when I moved out.

And as I kissed the place goodbye Sunday morning, I was especially happy to have her with me. Although when it comes to being sentimental I'm not always the first to jump on board, I felt surprisingly sad as I left. I've been through a lot in this happy little place, from my first Christmas tree to countless recipe experimentations - and many things in between - I'll never forget my first. I may or may not said I love you as I left...

I think that's enough true confession time for one day. Back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow. But as a parting gift: adios 409! It's been real...
...Yes, I left my birthday sign up from September until December.
And because we couldn't give up our last night in the apartment, we slept on the flizoor. 

can we talk about this?

I've long since been back and forth on the whole nature vs. nurture idea. But my plants are basically living(ish) proof that although I nurtured them equally, sometimes nature really is stronger.

Neither look quite as beautiful as they did two weeks ago when my mom poured lots of Muff love into them, but Tallulah is hanging in...
Whereas Delilah is on the struggle bus...
You see the arrow? That bunch of leaves is still attached, and is supposed to be climbing my railing. Instead, it's doing the horizontal on the ground.

Maybe they'll be more resilient as fall settles in?