My New Coffee Table

My poor husband.  I'm so glad he gets me and just lets me do me.  I doubt there'd be anyone else who would put up with someone spending hours refinishing -- or rather, definishing -- a coffee table and hunting for months for castors the perfect size for these coffee table legs, only to decide it needs to be replaced just a little over year later.

Because that's what I did.

And he let me.  (:  Lucky girl I am!

It all started with these legs.

Aren't they some sexy legs?!  I found them one day in my landlord's stash of junk he keeps and he let me have them.  For what purpose, I had no clue.  But they were so mid-century mod, so sleek, so non-traditional, that I had to have them.

Ch-ch-ch-changes!

Times, they are a'changin'.

Or, maybe just I am.

Which is an odd thing for me to confess because I've never really been a big fan of change.  But yet, when I think about it, I am always changing things up, always wanting to mix up my routine, always varying my interests.

With all this talk of change, I bring you a post all about change!  Betcha didn't see that coming, did ya, haha!

First things first, the blog itself.  I am finding myself leaning more and more towards modern design:  in my pins, in my home and now in my blog look.  I've gone through several modifications (even an entire name change!) to get to this point, but I hope (really hope) this is it.  For a while.  A long while.  (:  And I hope it speaks more to what I hope this blog will be about:  me doing whatever makes me happy and sharing it with you guys, whether it is a DIY project, a graphic design project or a design trend or space that I'm in love with.  

The blog's new design has been up for a bit, but I thought I'd formally introduce you.

The Best Peach Cobbler Known To Man!

Yes, I know, that statement is a bit ballsy, but hey, I can't help what's true, haha!  I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks their cobbler recipe is the best, but that's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

I debated sharing this recipe for a while.  It was one of my mom's.  I've shared another of her cake recipes here before, but this cobbler recipe has memories.  Of summers long ago.  In this house, actually.  So it's a little precious to me.  Ok, a lot more than a little precious.