Office Space: Decorating the Walls

Office Decor

One of the things I appreciate most about this new house of ours is that every wall is painted white, with the exception of one wall in the back foyer area that has wallpaper on it… and that’s coming down. After living in our last home for 4 years with bright olive green and teal walls (still colors I adore), it got to be a little much for me visually, and it was really hard to work with. Having white walls with giant windows makes everything feel so light and tranquil, which I’m sure has played a small role in feeling like we are more at home here. And the great thing about white is that when I do want to paint, it’s ready to go!

A few posts back, you got a small glimpse into our office space- it was a mess and filled with boxes and unpacked stuff. We’ve slowly been working on it, chipping away at either unpacking and putting crap away, or getting rid of things we don’t want. I get really overwhelmed by unorganized spaces, and I also have a difficult time knowing how to best organize a space. So I’ve always been pretty screwed in this area, but thankfully I married a man (and got a bonus prize mother-in-law) who both know how to organize exceptionally well. They’ve always helped me out when I’ve just had to give up. This time around, though, I’m determined to make this office space what I want it to be, so I’m doing little bits at a time and forcing myself to be ok with the rest not being done.

A couple of days ago, I wanted to put up some pieces that made the office feel a little more like me, in hopes that it would inspire me to continue with my mission. I enjoy the pieces I’ve picked up over time, and have better curated my collection of prints and decor to better fit this new house. What you see above are a fun collection of pieces from all kinds of places and people. The top left piece is actually a card that I found at Trader Joe’s over a year ago. I put it in a $3 ikea frame and it’s so cute. The “treat yo’ self” canvas was a Christmas gift from my friend Kristi. She’s a keeper, that girl. The deer piece I purchased from The Bee and the Sea about a year and a half ago (man, time flies), and it’s still one of my favorites. The gorgeous calendar I purchased from Rifle Paper Co., and they have a ton of really cute stuff that you should definitely go sift through RIGHT NOW. The larger frame I picked up at Hobby Lobby when I went shopping with some lady friends last December, and the small clock piece is one of my faves from jesiiii. She has a lot of new goodies up in her etsy shop!

Office Decor

Here’s a few pieces I completely forgot about that I’d like to put up with the rest, and eventually have a gallery style wall. The peacock print is from She Reads Truth, a women’s daily study that you can download on your phone. They have study books and journals you can use to go along side of the app, and they usually come with original artwork from their featured artists and contributors. The little doodle next to it was something I wrote out one day while I was thinking about God’s relentless pursuit. It’s something I want to be reminded of daily, and I think it will go nicely with the rest of the prints and pieces.

I’m the kind that tends to have a vision, and expect it to all get done and be perfect immediately. But, I have to accept that I don’t have the funds nor the energy to take on what I have pictured in my head. So hey- another area in my life where I get to be patient is good for me. If you’re a human, then you know patience is hard.

But forever learning it makes for a better person.

Bare Feet // JATW

Bare Feet

Bare Feet // JATWI stand on this dirt patch that my son likes to dig out of, feeling the damp cold underneath my toes left from the incessant amount of rain that happened over the weekend.  It’s humid out here, but not the sweat-my-ass-off kind. There’s a slight coolness to the small breeze that passes over my face, bringing the aroma of summer grass mixed with the first stages of autumn leaves. It’s coming, I can feel it. Fall is almost here. It arrives late for us Floridians, but it arrives nonetheless; especially in North Florida.

The sound of dragon fly buzz accompanied by the songs of two different species of birds rings just loud enough to create an accompaniment track for outside speculating. Not too strong, as it often is in the woods, but just as you would expect for a rural part of town where nature collides a little less manicured with the modernization of human creation.

The muted sky is overcast, but the sun still shines through the clouds enough to make me squint, and I succumb to my closing eyes, taking it all in with my other four senses.

If I accomplish nothing else today, which may very well be the case, I can at least know that I’m valued. I believe it to be true; His Word tells me so. But He is reminding me with the dirt, and the breeze and the buzz and the light.


I am alive, and I am loved.

Burgundy And Ash // JATW

Her Journey Part 1: Burgundy and Ash

Burgundy And Ash // JATW














In-two-three, out-two-three, in-two-three, out-two-three… My lungs filling and deflating, feeling strained. The heart hasn’t beat this hard in a while. Every part of me hurts in this moment, but my feet keep moving. Somehow, they keep moving. One foot in front of the other at a pace that is uncomfortable for me, they keep moving. That last stop was pure bliss. Flowers everywhere, the smell of jasmine and gardenia wrapped around me like a caterpillar’s cocoon, embracing my naiveity and immaturity right where they were. The temperature there was perfect. At no point did I feel the need for a sweater, nor did I ever have to remove any clothing. The sun rose slowly, and I fully received every second of it as I lay in the soft, plush grass.  I wish I could have stayed there longer. Or, perhaps forever.

But now, I’m here. I’m running through this city that looks like it’s being held together by school paste; old buildings cracked and covered with the pollution of our mistakes. Running down these skinny, cobbled streets of burgundy and ash, I glance up at the sky and wait for a sign. Am I going the right way, Lord? Before I’m able to finish my tired prayer and look down, a broken piece of brick sticks out of the ground just enough to catch my worn sneaker and send me in a horizontal direction. The entire front of me burns from the friction of skin and hard surface meeting. Small rocks plant themselves into my chin like the stubble of a 5’oclock shadow. The sun’s beams hit the surrounding windows causing me to slowly open my eyes, every bit of defeat protruding from my expression. Laying prostrate and ready for this journey to be over, I feel the touch of another human’s skin on my arm. C’mon, let me help you up. You took quite a fall. Don’t I know it. Why I keep getting back up, I’m not entirely sure. But there’s a white line up ahead that I know I must cross over in order to find what I’m looking for. On the other side lies what I need the most. Giving myself that same talk as I’ve done many times before, it dawns on me that the person who helped me up is now running along side of me. That seems odd, given the fact that she’s never met me prior to the fall, but I guess I’ll allow it. She seems strong, but I can tell she’s worn too. Eyes never lie. Who knows, maybe she is headed towards that white line as well. Maybe we will cross it together.

Water… I need some water. A familiar face ahead holding a small cup sets a fire to my feet that causes my speed to almost double. Hydration is coming. It’s about to happen, my saliva lets me know. It fills my mouth and says, Get ready for the refreshing. As I close in on the familiar face, their smile alone is almost enough to keep up this stride, but alas, I drink the water. Not drinking the water would be foolish, especially at this point in the game. There’s only one cup of water, and now I have this new sojourner by my side. I leave some in the cup for her and pass it over. She drinks it down with her eyes closed, sounds coming from her that say, Thank you, God. I can’t get enough.

Waving my goodbyes to the old friend, I carry on. I mean, we carry on. Smiling at each other, the road seems a bit smoother now. My lungs, they feel as though the surrounding muscles have loosened their tight grip. The sweat slowly streaming down the sides of my forehead and face are like cooling springs. Still grinning, I try to tell myself that it’s ok to smile. Not every road is going to send you flying into the rubble. Some paths are dusted with grace. Will there be tougher grounds ahead? Yes. But for now, we glide easy.

Laughing until it almost stops us from carrying on, we see in the distance a lonely one. He sits idle on the side of the path, arms lifelessly draped by his side. His head hung low, we are close enough now to see tears permeating the dirt. Perhaps this road has not been as merciful to him as it has been to us. Understanding begins to seep into my heart as we come to a stop in front of this melancholy soul. My new friend and I glance at one another, and without even speaking, we know what we ought to do. Sitting next to him, we remain quiet. Perhaps to have nothing else in common with him other than to simply be humans together, we remain seated for a while. His small, sniffled cry turns into deep weeping, and we continue to sit. He manages to finally muster up the courage to say, I can’t go on any longer. My feet are too weak. He doesn’t say another word, or maybe we don’t give him the chance to. I pick him up and she helps me sling him over my back, and we continue on, taking turns carrying the wounded soldier.

Dusk is approaching, but I know we aren’t going to stop for the night. When the sun sets in this place, the path gets lost and we are left to the woods, where every evil thing awaits to devour us. They sit in hiding, with their mouths open like venus fly traps, hoping that we miss a step and fall right in. But not tonight. Oh no. We are going to plow right through the darkness and into the mornings light, because that’s where rest is waiting.