late christmoooos pictures

So this is me attack cuddling Fiance on the eve of Christmas... I'm pretty affectionate.

And pretty much the owner of a giant butt ha ha ha

awww the sissy and the momma and I all pajamafied out on Christmas morning.
: )
It was a happy day.

none of these are my dress (thank goodness)

But I did try them on.

Mine is the best one.
♥
And you can see it in June.

o come all ye faithful....

back to my abandoned blog....

In my absence I have been prancing around in matching pajamas with my sister, attacking after Christmas sales and spending quality time with my lover...

Christmas break is weird for me this time in that I'm not taking a break from school. It's more of a transitional state between school and life in Kiev in which I mainly have no idea what to do with myself. It's like during finals week I had a list a dozen miles long and couldn't even take a shower without thinking in terms of checklists, and now my to do lists for day have a total of like 2 items.... like go shopping with mom and sister or go look at carpet for our little house with fiance. WHICH IS THE BEST EVER!

bahhh I love break.

♥

MERRRRRRYYY CHRISTMASSS!!


and a merry one it was.
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i've fallen in love.

With this sofa. How do you fall in love with a sofa? I don't know, maybe because it is elegant and cozy and inviting all at the same time? And look at the sweetheart shape at the top. Adorable. In the sage of course. Sage is a neutral now, and therefore goes with everything.

Including it's matching armchair....

And cute little ottoman...

And this hecka adorable chair

And this coffee table (pictured below). Which has a glass top. And I know you are probably thinking about baby slobber and fingerprints, but that is what windex is for. And maybe you weren't thinking about that. I don't know where these thoughts are coming from.

Probably from my mom, who always has practical thoughts such as these.
And who also inspires some of my color schemes and decorating ideas.

And if you have the neutral sage sofa then you have to spice it up with some bomb throw pillows.
Throw pillows tie everything together.
Without them it would be like popcorn without butter and salt.
Or a field without alfalfa seed.. ( that metaphor was for fiance.. the man is anti-throw pillow)
Pretty much I mean without throw pillows a room would suck.

And I plan on tossing all different patterns and textures together for a collage of greatness and beauty.

With these items I'd keep the walls pretty taupe like.
Anything but white.

Spice it up with a recreation of a Monet and the classic picture of Jesus.

Pictures of Future Husband and I in cute frames.


Some classic vintage books on a sweet shelf.
Next to a wooden vase.
Some interesting lighting.


Some end tables that I find at a yardsale and sand down and repaint.
You know, awesome.


A globe.
I have a fascination with globes. They make you think. And feel inspired.



I mean your home is where you will have little get-togethers and wrestle with your husband on the floor and snuggle up and read books to your adorable babies some day.
So I think it should really be an expression of self
&
a place you love to be
♥



Turns out dreaming up house stuff is in a way more fun than wedding stuff, because the wedding is for a day.. and I get to live here. In a home.

So you should know that I got all of these pictures from pier 1. I adore pier 1.
I could spend hours in there!!
And also that I am broke and this is torture. Of the best sort.

the octopus bee

Today I rolled out of bed and wrote a final essay.

And then I cleaned the new BYUI Center. It's beautiful. I felt privileged to janitize such a pretty building that still has the smell of new.

Not so privileged to wear a yellow and black vacuum on my back and roam around with the other busy bees cleaning every isle in that place. I felt like an octopus I had a giant vacuum hose arm and this cord arm and my own arms it was loco. Kayla the octopus bee.

We got a tour and got to go up on the catwalk above the conference center. SO SCARY.

And then I waited 30 minutes for a man in sweatpants to serve my roomies and I teryaki chicken at that sketchy place that is kind of inside where hogi yogi used to live.

And then I took off my pants and scrubbed out the bathtub. And my roomies told me I have a cute butt.

Happy Friday. Again.
The End.

Luvs,
Kayla