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The Craft House (Part 3) Gets Me Every Time

CraftHouse30If you’ve seen part 1 and you’ve seen part 2, you’re probably wondering what we made while I enjoyed a weekend in the beautiful Craft House. As I mentioned, the house was inspiring as snippets of projects hung throughout the home.

CraftHouse31The stock of supplies also helped up dream up new ideas, even creating a need for a run to the local Wal*Mart. A “craft-run” if you will. It’s kinda like a beer-run, only you come home with a six pack of glitter or yarn. When you rent the Craft House, it’s a bring your own supplies type of weekend, but we still admired the display of gorgeous odds and ends.




CraftHouse49To kick off the weekend, one friend put together these little treat bags with homemade trail mix inside. Which I happily snacked on over the weekend. Then, it was time to start on our first project—a homemade felt garland, inspired by this one, only with a patriotic twist.

CraftHouse45The first step was cutting felt. And LOTS of it. Some of the ladies also mixed some red, white and blue fabric pieces into theirs, while I kept mine true to felt. This is a super simple project that you can easily do while chatting nonstop and/or drinking a nice glass of wine.

You simply take a piece of twine and tie your felt or fabric scraps around the twine. Bunch them together. Fluff them around. Voila! A felt garland perfect for every patriotic holiday that comes along this year.


CraftHouse50I promise to share a full shot of mine all styled up in the house as soon as the Fourth inches closer. (Or maybe I’ll start a new thing with a little Memorial Day decor?)


Here’s a craft-in-action shot. We made some smaller projects like yarn pom-poms that can be used to decorate baskets, garlands, gifts, or whatever. I’ll have some finished shots of that too soon, promise!


Our crafty spread continued throughout the weekend as we created wreaths (below), bunting, burlapies and more. Stopping only to take breaks for eating, sleeping and some shopping (more on that some other time.)CraftHouse56


Here’s all the different wreaths we made. Can you guess which one is mine? (Look below for the big reveal!)

crafthouse55I was so blessed to spend such a great weekend with good friends, food, crafts and shopping. I mean, if you had thrown a dance lesson in there we might have changed the hashtag of the weekend from #craftcation to #kellysfavoritethings. A huge thanks to my friends for finding the Craft House and organizing an amazing weekend. More pics of the crafts to come!


The Craft House (Part 2) Gets Me Every Time


Did you catch Part 1? This craft weekend was all about having fun. This was just one of the many reminders around the house. Since you got a tour yesterday, and a mini-history of all the places I’ve lived, let me elaborate a little more on that story.


One of the best parts of moving so many times was my creative side got to come out as I decorated each new bedroom I lived in. That means I had purple carpet when I was 5 and black carpet when I was 19. Just what every parent wants in their home, I’m sure.


Now, there was no black or purple carpet in the Craft House, but it wouldn’t have surprised me to see some. There were many fabulous vignettes through the home and amongst the 16 beds that were inspirational and aspirational as well.CraftHouse26

Now, when it came time to choosing a bed, I was like the princess and the pea. I just couldn’t decide which room to sleep in. Each room was just as good as the last. Take a look.









But, at the end of our first day at the house, I decided to settle into “The Map Room” outfitted with four beds and four times as many maps.






As you can see, the upstairs of the home was just as crafty as the ground floor. The handmade curtains and quilts and prints and garlands were dancing through our dreams. Just what we needed to get our creative juices flowing. More on how we channeled that energy soon!


A Travel Book Gets Me Every Time

Travel Book | Gets Me Every Time

I remember my first camera. It was neon pink. One of those rectangular ones with a simple trigger button and a level on the bottom that you pushed to advance the film on the spool. I got it for Christmas and I took more non-pictures than I actually took photos. Mostly blurry. Mostly out-of-focus close-ups of peoples’ faces and my dolls. But I loved that camera and my photos. And I’m sure I went through more film than my parents could have ever imagined.


One of the best parts about getting film cameras was waiting to see what developed, don’t you think? I mean, there are few surprises in life. And that was definitely a fascinating one for me when I was a kid. Now, you’ve seen the bulk of our photos from Rome. And I saw them on the plane ride home. But there’s still a little magic in holding them in prints, or books, don’t you think?


I wanted to create something similar to my Instabook, so I went with the same 8×8 style from Shutterfly. Once the book arrived, I grabbed our travel journal and a Zig pen and got to recalling all the details.


On the back of my childhood prints, I’d write who was in the photo. Or what year it was. I think this is just an evolution of this. Spelling out how our days went. And making sure to mention how we managed to get around and find our way.


Some pages get a lot of description. Some get little or none at all.


And while I could elaborate on any one picture for a while, I tried to keep it top level enough that it’s easy enough to flip through and get the full story.


I think our trip to Rome was one for the books. And I think this was the perfect way to commemorate our vacation.


*Ps. I was not paid or perked by Shutterfly. I just really love the size and quality of their photo books.

2013 Gets Me Every Time


Goodbye 2013. You were good to us. You gave us lots of snow.

You gave us a chance to get together & remember a wonderful man.


You gave me a clearer vision.


You gave us burgers. (And a grill to cook them on.)


You gave us tiny DIY upgrades.


And huge DIY upgrades.


You gave us a bigger world view.

HomeTour_GMET_1And an even bigger reason to hurry home.

Now on to just as great adventures in all sizes. Come at me, 2014.


Going Gluten Free In Rome Gets Me Every Time


The first thing everyone asked me when I told them I was going to Rome was, “What are you going to eat?” Being gluten-free in a land of pasta, pizza and bread doesn’t sound like the dream vacation, but actually, it isn’t a problem at all. Eating gluten-free in Rome is easy. Here’s how I managed. Note, before I left, I printed out this Italian gluten-free card and showed it everywhere we went, just to ensure I was all set.

When we landed, we went straight to our (gluten-free) B&B (more on that in a minute) and got a recommendation for a nearby place to grab lunch—I needed that pizza (above). We headed to La Mimosa down the street where our waiter actually ordered for us. Gluten-free pizza for me, pasta for Mr. GMET.


For a minute though, back to our B&B—My Guest Roma. WiFi, clean rooms and a gluten-free continental breakfast to boot. The gluten-free breakfast was extra, but a regular breakfast was included. Our host, Stefano, provided us with a list of gluten-free restaurants across the city as well.

But, since we filled up on breakfast most days, we rarely ate a full meal until dinner. Our second day, for instance, before our trip to Ostia Antica, we stopped at a local shop and bought some picnic provisions—plenty to hold us over until dinner.

And was the wait for dinner ever worth it. We went to Franco’s, which was near our hotel. From the moment we walked in until we left, they treated us like family. It started with the olives.


It continued when we ordered a caprese salad.


And with the Mr’s pasta—and the bowl full of cheese they brought to the table with it.


And my risotto scampi.


We ate it all. Every last bite. And then. Dessert.

Rome_Risotto1Tartufo. Gelato. Whatever you want to call it. We were so full we had to split one order.


When they brought dessert over they also included a whole bottle of limoncello and two chilled glasses. After an entire bottle of wine, we were up for no more than a few sips. RomeDinner3The next night we went to this great place, Ristorante Boccondivino, on the end of a winding street in between the Pantheon and the Trevi Fountain. (That was our marathon day.)
We both ordered pasta. And they were both delicious. The Mr. tried mine and said so. Obviously I didn’t have his, but I trust his pasta expertise.Rome_GFPasta2

Can you tell whose is whose? If you can’t why should I?


After dinner we wandered around the corner and found this gelato place, Grom. We’re pretty sure it’s a chain, but we’re even more sure that they are gluten-free to the max.


Our gelato may look similar, but mine was scooped from a container underneath the other. And with a separate spoon. That is kept in a separate container. My bowl and spoon came from a separate container as well. And, it was delicious. Win-win-win.


The next day, we decided to eat dinner at the same place we ate lunch the first day. I had pasta, he had pizza. Both were great. Our waiter—the same man from Day 1—did try to order for us again, but we made sure we had some say in it all.


For our last day in Rome, we both went light on breakfast. Since we had an easy-going itinerary, we knew we had time for two meals. We stumbled back over to the area around St. Peter’s to eat at La Fiorentina. I had the pasta, above. Mr. GMET had the lasagna—and he raved about it. This was on the pricier side to sit in the restaurant, but when in Rome! If you’re in the neighborhood, they also have a small takeaway cafe with lower prices.


After a lot of walking, a quick stop for an Americano and some more walking, we checked out three restaurants in the Trastevere neighborhood before settling on Da i Sandri a Trastevere for dinner. The owner was very welcoming and we couldn’t resist their menu. For our last supper in Italy, we both went with the pizza. The gluten-free pizza came out on a green plate. And I got green-handled utensils. This was the sign that it was definitely gluten-free as the Mr’s came on a regular plate and he had regular utensils.


One of the things we couldn’t resist about Da i Sandri a Trastevere was their desserts… homemade daily and all gluten free. I couldn’t resist the soufflé.


We ordered some more wine while it baked and then Mr. GMET’s mousse was brought out at the same time.


So, the moral of the story, guys, is that it was super easy to eat gluten-free in Rome. The hardest part was waiting until the restaurants opened back up for dinner—they close between lunch and dinner, not reopening until 7 or 7:30.

Five Days in Rome Get Me Every Time


Five days was the perfect amount of time in Rome for Mr. GMET and I. We got our fill of art, religion, history and food, of course. I’m saving the latter for another day, it’s a post in itself. For now, a look at our itinerary for five days in Rome.


Day 1 begins with landing in Rome at 9 am after an overnight flight from the states. It took us a couple hours to navigate the airport, exchange some currency, buy train tickets and find our way to our B&B. Since we were exhausted, we knew that we had to charge forward.

Day 1:  Tour of Castel Sant’Angelo (above) | Stroll through Piazza del Popolo


Day 2 was a quick trip outside the city to explore some ruins. We picnicked in this theatre before heading back downtown. Once back in Rome, we checked out a few churches before finding another delicious dinner.

Day 2:  Ostia Antica (above) | Scala Sancta | Archbasilica of St. John Lateran


Day 3 was probably our busiest day in Rome. We hopped from destination to destination taking in the sights and sounds of this wonderful Italian city. We started the day at the Colosseum and worked our way all the way to the Spanish Steps. 

Day 3:  Colosseum (above) | Roman Forum (below) | Palatine Hill | Circus Maximus | Torre Argentina’s Cat Sanctuary | Pantheon | Trevi Fountain | Spanish Steps






Day 4 was all about the taking in the Vatican Museum and St. Peter’s Basilica. Let me tell you, the area around St. Peter’s Square is a lot like Time Square—packed full of tourists, street vendors and knockoff handbags. The highlight of the day might have been the Sistine Chapel—but you can’t take photos, so you’ll have to look that one up.


Day 4:  Vatican Museum (above) | St. Peter’s Basilica (above)


By our last full day in Rome, we were starting to suffer from a little bit of “tour fatigue.” So, we decided to do less planning, just going with the flow and enjoying the last day of our Roman holiday.

Day 5:  Borghese Gallery (no photos allowed) | Capuchin Crypt (no photos allowed) | Stroll through Trastevere


That’s the high-level overview of how we spent five glorious days in Rome. We had one overcast day, but the weather cooperated beautifully—70s and sunny, mostly. I’m going to tell you all about the delicious food we ate very shortly, promise. For now, I’ll just think of those sunny, warm days.


A Little Rome-ing Gets Me Every Time


Hello again, world! Have you missed me? I’ve missed you. I just landed after a whirlwind week of five days and five nights in Rome. It was a week filled with perfect weather, perfect sights, perfect food and perfect company. I can’t wait to tell you all about it. And I promise to in the next few days. Just trying to get caught up on the time difference and get all those photos uploaded. You know. Sorry for the lapse in blogging of late. This has been a busier fall than I could have ever imagined.



A Holiday Gets Me Every Time

Hello? Is anybody still here? Well, after a few days of radio silence over here, we’re back! Mr. Gets Me Every Time and I took a fall vacation and I can’t wait to tellshow you the details.

We visited London, Ireland and Northern Ireland during a nine-day trip. It was relaxing, rejuvenating and such a blessing. While we didn’t cross everything off our list, we did see a great deal. Photos coming soon, I promise!