That Time I Started a Vintage Shop

It’s been pretty silent around here these last few months.

And if I were to be completely honest, it’s because life took some pretty complicated turns. But out of those turns, came something quite magnificent.

God nudged me. And by nudge, I mean he practically hired a sky writer.

It’s a long story that I wont bore you with (maybe someday) but it led me to a brand new adventure. One I’ve been needing and craving.

I wrote a post a while back about letting your dreams take the back seat. Which I have done for several years now.

But now that both boys are in school a few days a week, I felt an empty space in my heart. And last December, God told me it was time to fill it.

He wanted me to get back to being creative. Not for my kids. Not for anyone else but me…and in turn…for Him. 

I’m not me without creating something. Anything. And even with this blog, the boys have taken so much time…creating my family was all I had time for. But God knew it was time for me for me to create something new.

I just didn’t know what it was. And I’d been struggling with that for months…until I just knew.

So last December, amidst one of the toughest seasons of my life, I started The Festive Farmhouse…my own little vintage home decor shop.

It’s no secret I love decorating AND all things vintage. So I thought…what if I combined the two? festiveFarmhouseLogo_bCard_grey_v1

Those closest to me tried to talk me out of it. Saying it was the “last thing I needed to take on.” But I instinctively knew it was the only thing for me to take on. There was no other way, once God had put it on my heart. And I’ve loved every stinking minute of it.

I’ve learned so many lessons these past few years, about what it means to have a creative light. How to protect it. How to foster it. How to not let anyone else squelch it or even smother it.

How to build it, and watch it grow.

And that’s what I’m doing now.

I’ll still be writing here, about family, and kid things (re-doing Sammy’s room right now and I CANT WAIT to show you), inspiration, and more. But thanks for letting me take a few months off to find myself.

Come on by and see me when you’re in the neighborhood. Location and hours at (And if you aren’t local, be sure to follow on Instagram @thefestivefarmhouse. We’re about to do an online pop-up sale, right there on Instagram, so you “out of town-ers” can join the fun!)




How A Few Magnets Are Saving My Sanity This Holiday Season

Such a great idea! I'm so doing this over this holiday season.

Guys. It’s only the beginning of December and I’ve already lost it a few times.

Not my purse. Or my keys…

But my sanity.

In fact, I’m pretty sure it was gone waaaay before Thanksgiving. And then Thanksgiving gave it a good shove down the garbage shoot.

The holidays are a completely different experience as parents, am I right? Riddled with stress, insanely high expectations, hyper children and breakable decorations…it’s pretty much a recipe for disaster. Five years in, and I’m just now learning that.

And man-oh-man, the responsibility we feel as Moms. I tell my husband, “it’s our Super Bowl.”

We’re the magic makers. We’re the ones who make it all happen. From Elf on a Shelf, to Christmas morning, to school assemblies and Christmas parties. From presents, to decorating, to cookie-making and budget-planning.

It’s all us.

And we love our families so stinking much that everything has to be just perfect. PERFECT, I TELL YOU!!!

Then we crack.

I’ve cracked so many times over the last five Christmases. (Ask my husband about the time he misplaced our kids’ biggest present on Christmas Eve. Let’s just say it wasn’t my finest hour.)

And this year, I stumbled upon the secret. Just by happenstance.

I’d like to claim it was my own genius idea, but sadly, much like everything else in my life…it was a product of my type A, perfectonistic, and slightly OCD personality (you know, we’ve all got our stuff).

A few years ago, we were gifted a Nativity magnet set from a dear family friend.

No clue where they found it but the moment we opened it, I knew my kids would love it.

I just had no idea how much it would mean to me

My boys have so much fun with it, every single year. They love arranging it in the classic ways, in silly ways, adding animal magnets to the scene. You name it.

But in the end, it always winds up looking like this: 


 Much like how I feel. Jumbled. Unfocused. A little messy and out of sorts.

I usually do my “clean up rounds” every night after the boys go to bed. I take about fifteen minutes to go around the house, picking up any leftover toys and putting them out of sight. Call it what you want, but I’m a stay-at-home Mom, so my house is my office. And if I have any chance on God’s green earth of relaxing, there has to be some sense of order…mainly, no reminders of my children. 

A few nights ago, when I was clearing out the kitchen and cleaning magnets up off of the floor…it happened. Something told me to sit down, right where I was. So I did.

I took a deep breath, and I slowed down. I carefully cleared away the clutter, leaving only a blank slate.

Just staring at the empty white space on the fridge made my heart feel lighter. (Told you. Type A.)

I put away all of the random magnets, then I started to put the Nativity scene together. Slowly. One piece at a time.

As a made the manger I thanked God for our home.



When I added the gifts and the animals I thanked God for the many gifts in our life. Amidst all the crazy. Amidst all the chaos…


Then I added the angel, and the stars. And I thanked God for the angels in my own life. Those people who have often rushed to my rescue, and the loved ones who are always there for me.


And lastly of course, Mary, Joseph, and Jesus. As I slowly put them in place, I sighed so deeply. Letting out all of the frustration, all of the chaos, all of the negative energy and remembering the simplicity. The basics. The reason we do all of it. Reminding myself that nothing else really matters.

And I thanked God for his very presence. For his Grace. For his refuge.


All of a sudden, I felt peaceful. Clear-headed. Focused. And much less likely to explode.

My heart felt light. And full.

Funny how that works.

Ever since, I’ve made it a nightly thing. Heck, on the bad days it’s a “several times a day” thing. It’s my Advent meditation of sorts.

And as often as I need it, it’s there. Waiting for me.

Much like God is.

Do yourself a favor, and try it. Or find something similar that brings you peace. Just a few minutes every day; to re-focus and re-energize, remembering the very reason we celebrate this crazy Season.

And to keep you calm when your child opens all the presents you just wrapped and put under the tree…



 (Note: I couldn’t find our exact size set, but I’ve linked to a similar one here.)


When Your Dreams Take the Back Seat

I haven’t blogged in forever. Two months, to be exact.

It’s hard on me, to tell you the truth. I don’t feel like myself without writing, or journaling in some way. And that’s how this little space began, after all. My place to write, share, and be.

And let’s just say it out loud, I let my favorite holiday season pass without posting even ONCE!

It’s tempting to feel ashamed, but when I stop to think about why…I’m not.

I have a lot of dreams; things I want to do, write, accomplish. I’ve always loved that about myself, but lately…it’s been a sore spot for me. Because I can’t deny that those dreams have been taking a back seat to my little ones.

I’ve struggled with it since the day I became a stay-at-home-Mom.

I’m a do-er and I want to DO. Those dreams, they run deep in my veins.

In the beginning, I didn’t know how to let it all go. I’d spent years building my career, and I was exactly where I wanted to be…doing exactly what God had made me to do. Until he tugged on my heart (practically pushing me) to leave.

I was so confused. How could I leave at the top of my game? With no excuse, other than motherhood???

Until I realized, it wasn’t an excuse…it was a calling.

It may not be for everyone, but it was just something I had to do.

It was one of my bravest moments…walking away.

And I’ve never regretted that decision, not for a minute. Does that mean that being a stay-at-home-Mom has been easy? Heck no. It’s challenged me to my core. More than any job ever could.

Especially when it comes to leaving my career dreams on the table…

But the thing I’ve realized about dreams? Is that you don’t have to rush them.


They are a part of you. They grow with you. And they wait for you.

It’s okay to hit the pause button in life. It’s okay to slow down and be present, right where you’re planted…instead of focusing so much on the future.

There’ll be a day when my babies don’t need me quite so much. And then, by gosh, I’ll get after it.

I was rocking my youngest the other night, when a flood of memories rushed through my mind.

I remembered rocking in that very same chair, while I was pregnant with Isaiah…staring at an unfinished nursery. The doctors had just given him a grim diagnosis, and my heart was broken into pieces. So there I sat, rocking and praying feverishly. Four months later, I was rocking my healthy baby boy.

Fast forward two years. Same place. Same chair. Tears streaming down my face after the doctor couldn’t find a heartbeat.

And now I rock my sweet Samuel there, every single day.

You see, I dreamed of these boys long before they were even born. I dreamed what their lives would be like, what they would be like, who they would become, and more.

And I want nothing more than to be a part of that, every step of the way.

Everyone should follow their dreams, no matter what they may be. I fully believe that.

But these boys? They are mine. And they are my most important one.

Everything else can wait.

So forgive me if my posts are less frequent. I’ve committed to write and share as much as I’m able. But for now?

I’m following my dreams. And man, are they precious…



Sammy’s Vintage Car Party

My boy loves cars. Any all kinds of cars. Fire trucks, trash trucks, race cars, speedsters…

Let’s just say he doesn’t discriminate when it comes to anything with wheels.

So what else could I do, but throw my baby his very own car party???

I just loved how it all came together (which, quite frankly, was a miracle this time around).

My favorite parts might have been the vintage car photo wall (a collection I scored on Ebay) and the “Vroom Vroom” cake. I love simple cakes with unique toppers, if you haven’t already noticed. ;)

And oh, how I loved the cookies. I knew just what I wanted and asked Frances at Banana Bakery if she could make them. Boy, did she exceed my expectations! If you live in the DFW area, you must look her up. Simply amazing.

I love throwing parties, especially for my babies. I’m starting to think it’s my love language.

It was such a fun day celebrating my sweet Samuel (who I STILL can’t believe is two). He was on cloud nine the entire day. Which–of course–meant Mommy was, too.

I’ve included a couple of snaps from the day (thanks to Alica Skinner Photography for capturing most of them!) If you are curious about sources, just shoot me an email. Happy to answer what I can!

And now, it’s time to start planning Isaiah’s fifth birthday party. (Seriously, I can’t even talk about it.)

Happy birthday, sweet Samuel. As always, I hope you loved your party as much as I loved throwing it for you. Just seeing you grin from ear to ear, that’s all I need in this life. I love you, baby. And your happiness is my happiness. Here’s to being two.

Love, Mommy

Vintage Car Party











The Thing About Pottery


Life has been a little complicated around our house these past few months.

Sure, it’s the end of Summer. The time of year when every Mom wants to pull her hair out, no matter how much she loves her kids. The time of year when going certifiably insane actually sounds like the sane option.

But it’s more than that.

Life has just been hard. And I’m sure we’re not the only ones in that proverbial boat. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned these past few years, it’s that life. is. hard.

Good. But hard.

There’s just no way around it, no matter how hard you try.

These past few weeks I’ve been focused on changing my morning schedule. Call it a desperate attempt to gain some much needed structure in my life (because that’s exactly what it is) but it’s been blessing me beyond measure.

Each morning I wake just as the sun begins to rise. I spend the first hour of my day in silence, watching the sky as it changes hues. I do my own form of meditation, read a passage from my Bible, practice gratitude and generally spend my time setting my intention for the day.

It’s not just changing my morning, or my day…it’s slowly changing me. Especially the silence.

If you live in a house with little ones, you know that silence is hard to come by.

For once, I get to listen. To the morning, to nature, to my soul, and to God.

This morning my mind kept wandering. I usually spend my time trying to focus my thoughts and energy. But today, the wandering felt healthy. As if I was being led…

I sat in my chair, wrapped up in my blanket (don’t laugh, it’s comforting) thinking about where life has been taking me. Wondering where it will be taking me. Feeling the oddest range of emotions (sadness, gratitude, fear, joy). Feeling, I’ll be honest, like life is a mess.

One, big, fat, complicated mess.

It’s exhausting trying so hard to make sense of it. Trying to know the plan, figure out the plan, or trust the plan. And for a type A personality, like mine, trying to clean up the mess. I honestly get antsy just thinking about it.

Then suddenly, this verse popped into my head. Which at the time, seemed a bit out of place…

“I am the clay, and you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.” Isaiah 64:8

Over and over it repeated in my head.

“I am the clay, and you are the potter.”

“I am the clay, and you are the potter.”

I sat there, trying to connect the dots until it came to me.


The thing about pottery is that it’s messy. Really messy. I don’t know if you’ve ever thrown a pot on a potter’s wheel (but we’ve all seen Ghost, right?) or molded real clay with your hands…but it’s virtually impossible to keep yourself clean.

You will get dirty.

There’s just no way around it, no matter how hard you try.

But to the potter that’s understood. It natural to make a mess. Because it’s all just a part of the process. And sometimes, the bigger the mess…the more beautiful the results.

The mess is essential to the masterpiece.

And aren’t our lives the same way?

Think about it. There’s no failure without the mess. There’s no learning without the mess. There’s no growth, or strength without the mess. And no beauty, without the mess.

I wonder what would happen if we stopped trying so hard to keep everything neat?

What if we embraced the mess? Sat with it for a while, and *gasp* enjoyed it like we did when we were kids?

What if we lived every day knowing that the mess is part of the plan? Heck, that it is the plan. And most importantly, that it’s not ours to make sense of?

We don’t need to know how to clean it all up.

It’s hard to remember, in the thick of it, that I’m in the middle of my own process. I’m becoming who I was meant to be. And it’s messy, that’s for sure.

But it’s supposed to be.

I’m a work in progress. And I’m proud of that. Because God makes beautiful things, doesn’t he?

Beautiful, messy, perfect things.

Samuel: TWO

Dear Samuel,

I started this letter a month ago. And somehow, I just couldn’t finish it.

I realize now, that I’ve been in denial.

And these letters…they mean so much to me. More than you know. They make everything real.

So I thought…maybe, just maybe, if I didn’t post my letter…I could keep my baby just a little bit longer.

Sadly, life doesn’t work that way. I just like to pretend it does.

But you’re officially two. And you have been for weeks.



I don’t know how it happened. Honestly, I blinked.

And I’m not really sure how to deal with it. You see, I remember what happened when your brother turned two. Time starting moving even faster. As if that’s even possible.

Before long he was talking up a storm, dressing himself, and learning how to use the potty.

I know it’s all coming…

But I’m not ready.


You’re my baby. And even though I know you are growing up, there’s just something about you that keeps you, well, my baby. And I never want that to change.

Your Daddy and I can’t quite put our finger on it…

Is it your sweet baby curls? The way you mumble your words? Your coy little smile? Or the fact that you always want to be held?

Whatever it is, I’ll take it. That’s for sure.

You’re my “Sammy baby”. And you always will be.

Let me see, what I can I share about you?

You never have any shortage of affection. And your Momma takes full advantage of it. Every time I ask for a kiss, you come running. You always want to hold my hand. You’re the first one waiting at the door for Daddy, just to give the biggest hug. And you love to tell me you love me.

But it’s the way you say it that gets me. Beaming with pride.

You love anything with wheels.

You skip everywhere you go. You are always happy. And you love to make people laugh.

You can definitely hold your own with big brother. In fact, you love to tackle him. He might be in for it when you grow up (don’t tell him I said that).

You’re also a bit of a trouble-maker. You’ve got a wild streak, baby. A twinkle in your eye that spells M-I-S-C-H-I-E-F. I’m already worried about your teenage years.


But I think my favorite thing about you, is your heart. You have such a sweet, thankful heart, Sammy.

I can’t do anything around here without you thanking me. For milk, for snacks, for handing you a toy. For giving you a bath. You name it.

You thank me, a thousand times a day. And it warms my heart.

I hope you always keep that spirit, baby. It’s an important one to have. Because life won’t always be easy…and when it’s not, thankfulness is what gets you through. I believe that with all my heart.


Sammy, you’re special. I know you know that. I just want you to believe it, always.

I can’t wait to see what this next year will bring.

I love you, baby. More than all the stars. And don’t you ever forget it.



Disney Movie Nights: Cars

So…fun fact: We’re Disney fanatics.

Did you know that about us?

For me, it goes waaaay back.

I can actually remember tearing up as I walked into Disneyland for the very first time. I vowed right then and there that I would come back with my children (multiple times), and that Disney would be a huge part of my life.

I was six.

And sure enough, as I  grew, my Disney obsession grew right along with me. Just as it should be.

You know those commercials? Where the family of four is sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn…and the lights go down while the Disney movie starts to roll???

My life-long dream was to be THAT FAMILY.

I literally thought my heart might explode the first time I piled on the couch to watch a Disney movie with my boys. And I can’t say for sure, but I might have done an ugly cry.

Fast forward to today. It’s just as thrilling for me, every single time. It will NEVER get old.

And now that they are getting older, it’s the perfect time to add a little more FUN to it.

So we’re starting a new tradition called Disney Movie Nights.

Every Friday night is “family night” around our house. And about one Friday a month we do a movie night (most always Disney).

For our Disney Movie Nights, I pick the movie a few days ahead…then plan a simple dinner menu around it. Nothing fancy, just some fun themed food, and then we roll the movie. With cuddles. And pillows. On the couch.

Cue the sound of my heart beating.

This past week was CARS.


Y’all. You would have thought the boys had died and gone to heaven. We had Flo’s Fruit…


Mack’s Drive-In Popcorn…


 Fillmore’s Organic Fuel…


 Tow Mater’s Taters…


 Lightning’s Diesel Dogs…


And Luigi’s Tires for dessert…


I mean, it was so easy to put together. It maybe took thirty minutes, total? And it was well worth it, for the looks on their faces alone.

The hardest part was stealing the boys’ CARS characters to decorate with.

And as soon as Isaiah saw the set up, he INSISTED on decorating the table with the rest of his CARS.

Melt. My. Heart.


We’re already so excited about the next one!