Clichély Chevron with a Kylee Twist

I, like many other women in this world, have succumbed to Pinterest.  I admit that now with all the shame and pride appropriate for such a situation.  I love how many ideas float around, just ready to be downloaded into my brain and used for my own purposes (whether the pinners intended them that way or not).  However, that being said, I would like to claim the next two ideas as my own.  Today, I shall discuss the first. 

  

I would like to be able to say that I fell in love with Chevron long before it became ridiculously popular over the entire internet.  That would be a lie.  Pinterest introduced to me to the very classic looking pattern.  I instantly fell in love and began to wonder how I could incorporate it into my life without really believing I would do anything much where Chevron was concerned.  And then I received the greatest wedding present in the world:  our good friends, Jen and Adam, created a bookcase just for me.  That’s right, world!  They designed the most epic bookcase.  When I saw that beauty sitting on the front stoop of Jen’s apartment (right after I’d helped her lug the thing out of Adam’s van and then up the stairs), my brain began to double time. 

It was incredible!  So totally “Kylee” in its design.  When I saw it for the first time, Jen hadn’t even started sanding it.  She needed to finish a second bookcase for another friend of ours, and ours had fallen to the side for the moment--fate.  

“Can I please paint this?!” 

It took very little convincing. 

Taking a load off Jen’s back, I stole my bookshelf along with the stain they’d been planning to put on it and a few pages of sandpaper.  I took the whole lot to my doorstep, and began the arduous process of sanding the stupid thing.  Warning:  if you think undergoing a wood project of this size for your first wood project EVER is a smart idea, know that it’s not.  I was sure that the process would be super easy.  No joke, my thoughts geared toward finishing it within just a week or two.  I was very wrong. 

A month later . . .

I finally finished sanding, and prepared to stain the surface.  I blocked off two panels per enclosed square with painter’s tape.  Surprisingly, this was the easiest job. 

After two coats of stain, the bookcase looked like the following pictures . . . GORGEOUS.  Such an amazing color.  I loved it!  "Bombay Mahogany Satin."  

Then time for retaping and priming the empty panels. 

And then came the paint. Due to my impatience and frustration by this point, I didn’t take many pictures until it had finally been finished. 

I really love how it turned out.  Especially with all our junk cluttering it up.  It’s so cute!

After I had finished the paint job, it had been sitting on the front porch--painted side facing out--when suddenly a neighbor popped up on our doorstep.  "Are you giving this bookcase away?  My wife sent me up here to ask about it."  I had to tell him that it was mine completely, but I was so flattered!  My bookcase is coveted.  I did a good job.  I hope it stays in the family for a long time.  

First Snow 2012

The other day, I went for a walk.  I came back soaked. 

Now, as I sit in my sweats having woken to find the world blanketed in white, I’ve realized how peaceful this apartment is.  I sit here in my brightly lit living room, looking out the window at the pure white rooftops, and listening to the squeals of our neighbor’s children as they play between the apartments.  I know in the coming months I will rue the snow and all it stands for; yet at this moment, I can’t help but love it. 

First snow, I welcome you with a tip of my knit hat and toast of hot chocolate.  Happy Snow Fall, Rexburg.

--Written Thursday, 26^th of October

Also, my husband has turned into a ninja in order to combat the cold.  

My sexy man. ;)

Aaaaa-AAAAt Laaaaaaast!

Granted, we’re over a month late, but man, we are finally married.  Look at us. 

No, really.  Look at us.

I can’t lie.  I’m super happy with how this marriage thing is turning out.  To summarize the first month: at first, I was like “daaaaaaazzzzzee.” 

Then I was like “hoooonnnnneyyymooonnnnn.” 

Thanks Uncle David and Aunt LaPriel!  Peace and quiet in the Tetonia home was amazing.

And then I was like “well, crap.” 

Home sweet home?  (It was messier than this, but I didn't take pictures...)

Over the next week, I began to prove my ability to homemake and fulfill other wifey details in a patriarchal home, thus establishing blackmail between the sexes.  [“ALL THOSE WEEKS AT HOME CLEANING AND ORGANIZING AND YOU WANT ME TO DO THE LOUSY DISHES?!” in which the age old argument is immediately dismissed.  A rather brilliant plan, if I do say so myself.] 

After laborious hours delving into spider infested boxes and surviving the stifling heat of a closed up apartment, our place of residence began to transform into something much more homey and comfortable. 

DI became the staple of our furniture followed by family members galore. 

Oh DI how we love you.

Kylee flare took to the walls and décor. 

Sorry for the yellow tone.  It's night time.  I'll post something prettier when I have everything ready. 

And Nate took over the Spare Room with his own flare for interior design and a manly desire to do homework. 

Overall, I can honestly say that I have had far too much fun as a homemaker and brand new wife.  I love staying up that extra minute just to be sure the dishes are done and the counters are clean.  I love putting things in their place and exercising my creative brain in storage space.  I love planning for the holidays, and designing my own decorations.  I love going to DI and finding those little pieces that really make it a home.  I love every piece of our apartment from the spacey living room and the pure white kitchen to the demon shower and stuffy bedroom. 

Marriage is good. 

I am content. 

Happy life, people.