I'm not the best at posting consistently. Ok, I'm terrible at it. Mainly because it takes me a loooong time to put a post together. I think of an idea in no time at all. But then I mull over it, drag my feet, spend a bunch of time uploading photos to Lightroom, and then mull over it some more. Because perfectionism.
But I'm gonna kick perfectionism to the curb and just do a little dump of pictures from my iPhone camera roll. A not-so-curated view of May with the Beutlers so far.
It's been a good month. A deep breath before summer craziness, with road trips and weddings and family stuff almost every single weekend. It's been nice to be in Tennessee for most of May, and we're beyond excited to have some friends stay with us next weekend!
Anyway, pictures. Here's my camera roll currently:
I'm so glad I married a guy who loves small towns and antique stores (almost) as much as I do. We drove down to Columbia, TN a few weeks ago, and fell in love. It's true. I'm not even being dramatic about it for the blog.
I got oh-so-excited when I saw this. ^^^ I'm not sure why, but I'm still a little sad about giving up my maiden name. Don't get me wrong, I wanted to take Kyle's! I just miss being a Caldwell. My true southern girlfriends dropped their middle name when they got married, and their maiden name became their middle name. Have you ever heard of that?! Apparently it's a thing southern girls do, and I kind of love it.
It took all my willpower not to peek in the windows of this pretty place.
Okay, I peeked in the windows just a little. And I think someone actually lives here! I like to imagine there's all kinds of Victorian details on the inside, and I'd do just about anything to get my hands on a place like this. What a gem.
Speaking of gems, these two are our new friends, though they don't exactly know it. Tuesdays have been a lot better lately because we get to watch the Napiers in action on Home Town! Please watch it. I cry every week. Partially because it's such a good show, but mostly because I'm perpetually an emotional wreck.
Speaking of emotional wrecks, here's the captain of the shipwreck.
Bedside table must-haves: books (lots of them), lavender candles, and coffee. We like to read books out loud together before bed, and this has been in our rotation this month. (Thanks, Dad! You have good taste.)
I made our bed every day for a week. So here's a picture of that.
One whole year (almost!) in this one-bedroom Bellevue apartment. I'd love to be in a house, but this place is good. Life is simple here. Someday, I'll miss this little nook.
I've been spamming everyone on Instagram with porch pictures. Consider this a formal apology.
I can't help it. Just look at the cute little plants I haven't killed yet!
Good grief, my camera roll is FULL of glasses pictures like this one. Because when you work for a glasses company, you take selfies in the showroom during your lunch break. Then you order another pair. And another. Because you can't ever have too many pairs. At least that's what I tell Kyle.
Mother's Day weekend, I sat here with them, in that yellow rocker, with the biggest smile on my face. I love home.
And I love her so much it hurts. HURTS, I tell ya!
When you're from a small town, people graduate high school and talk about how much they hate their hometown, and can't wait to leave. Some people leave, others don't. Some people never go back. Some people have nothing good to say about that town. Me? I love it. I want to see it succeed, and I want to see people thrive there. I want to go back, too. Often. And I think that's okay.
I wrote this in my journal the other week when I was missing that little town: "It's okay to miss home. It's okay to love home. It's okay to go home."
It is. No matter where I live, THIS (^^^) is home.
Oh, these women. I'm such a big fan of them—each one—and I wish the whole world knew just how special they are. Best friends and their mommas. The kindredest of spirits. Just looking at this picture makes me want to hop in the car and drive 371 miles up 65 to hug 'em.
They've seen all stages of my life, and somehow still love me. (7th grade was touch-and-go, but we made it.) Thank you, Jesus.
Ok, we are totally THAT couple. That couple that wears matching shoes. I might talk about this a little more in a future post, but Allbirds truly are as great as people hype them up to be. The end.
Charlie claims to be a green thumb, but I assure you, he just likes dirt.
Lastly, here's a magnolia tree and a (very old) church. Pretty great combination, dontcha think?