Hey, everyone! I’m happy to say that I’ve been plugging away at projects here in the “new house” (the family and I still call it that). While the to-do list is still as long as sitting through a piano recital, I am pleased that we’re making progress. Having our first dinner guests over recently was a kick in the motivation pants I was needing. The dining room, finally free of moving boxes and stacks of art, was dreamy to dine in at night with the pretty chandy aglow and a vase full of dogwood blossoms. And, nope, we didn’t serve quesadillas as the dining room was designed for. We had burritos, decidedly more sophisticated than q-dillas, with cashew-salsa verde sauce and pico de gallo, and chocolate cake and raspberries.
Having guests over in our new place and watching all the kids laughing around the whole house filled me with joy.
I’ve made the decision over the last few weeks that I’d work on the house with the few free hours I have instead of blogging. Am I considered a blogger anymore? Whoops. But I do feel like I am at a point where I can show in-progress photos of the house–if I wait until the rooms are finished, I wouldn’t post for years.
Also, I need to post the last stop on the loft tour.
She is living exciting times right now with the launch of her family’s new encouragement website hope*ology and her new book The Nesting Place, which you can pre-order on Amazon, coming out the end of the month!
I’ve pre-ordered mine, and I can’t wait to get it. She was the first decorating blog I found, way back in 2007. I’ve loved watching her grow her blog into a successful business and now a book–blessings and talent for sure! We also love advertising our cottage on her blog each summer. Thank you, Myquillyn!
Thank you, also to Erika Ward of BluLabelBungalow, who wrote the sweetest post about her family’s stay at the cottage recently. Erika, Erika, she is like a calm, radiant angel with a wicked sense of humor. I loved working with her on Room Service Atlanta, an organization that she and Dayka Robinson co-created to coordinate designers with service projects for those in need of beautiful surroundings.
Thankfully I didn’t have to suffer long for a baby fix…
photo | Fieldstone Hill Instagram
I had some quality time with Georgia Lu, who brought her mommy along, in Maryland on the Chesapeake Bay. My friend Natalie, from 4th grade, and I made a road trip out of it and just swung into Pennsylvania to see Darlene’s historic stone house before settling in on the bay. People, it’s gorgeous and full of the charms old homes bring. I don’t know why this bellissima signora doesn’t show us around her house more.
I took this photo whilst resting on Dar’s vintage silk sectional, sipping coffee and falling under the spell of this room. She’s got skills and a husband who baked us two loaves of homemade bread to take on our girl trip. Seriously.
So while I’m away from the blog here, I am still making appearances on Instagram. I told my friend in the middle of the Great Instagram Boom of 2014 (when my feed grew substantially from Jenny’s endorsement), that soon a mass exodus would occur when everyone realized who they started following. And I was right!
I love being right.
It wasn’t until I posted this photo that I noticed I was losing followers with every new post–offensive, ill-compositioned oranges:
Hmm, I thought, this is fascinating! So I embarked on a week of charting “unfollows” corresponding with each new photo I posted, just to see if there was a trend–because this social media stuff is so interesting to me. While I was so tempted to post shocking or calculated photos, I didn’t because I felt it was manipulative. So I just posted photos as I normally do, in the moment and spontaneous.
The first one was my husband biking at sunrise on the beach. ”Hey, sweetie, your photo cost me five followers right away!” He loved hearing that, ha!
But the photo that cost me the most was interestingly the one in which I proclaimed, “free da be me.”
I’m free to be me, but not everyone will like it–especially if they think those are my legs and bottom, with a stick up my rear. Or they hate Frida. Those red stems belong to my partial mannequin not me.
The photo of our powder room resulted in the fewest unfollows.
From my official study, I’ve determined outdoors/family/silliness lose the most followers among my group. Interiors lose the fewest. I know, you’re asking, don’t you have better things to do, Angela?
It is just so interesting! While I’m sure people are just mainly cleaning up their feed, my imagination can’t help but create a scene of my photo popping up on a person’s feed and she screws her face up in disgust, pulls her pointed finger above her head before plunging it down on the “unfollow” button, and yells, “darn you, angenigma, and your germy kids–no more!” Or something like that.
But enough about the people who left the party early, I’m so grateful that such personalized communities exist–and I adore the interaction with others on my photos and the photos of people I follow. If you follow my Instagram feed, thank you for the coming along for the ride where I’m free da be me!