Channing Johnson Photography » A Photographer's Journal

I generally don’t like to leave the house. This is especially true on weekends. If I can go the full 48 hours, and spend most of it in my bathrobe or in the yard, I would consider that a success. However, in the wedding off-season getting a full weekend of relaxing into one day isn’t necessary. And now that my schedule isn’t so chaotic I’ve slowed down to notice all the projects that are needed at home. Completing those projects means leaving the house. So, Brooke is very confused with my new excitement to journey out and go places I usually request to stay in the car for.

Brooke has always needed to leave the house once a day. She doesn’t even know what to do with me now.

Our nephew Jacobi is getting older. We celebrated his 3rd birthday this past weekend with pickles, Pirate’s Booty and the rest of his favorite snacks. He’s starting to look like a little man. Especially when he’s bellied up to the bar with his (milk) drinking buddy, Lulu.

Brooke and I have good taste. Or so we like to think so. However, if we have to do more than simply recognize great design, we’re all but useless. We’ve purchased furniture and other design elements for our spaces, but it’s always haphazard, influenced by a discount, and doesn’t quite work in the way we use it.

We just purchased a house that needs some serious attention, so while the first floor is upended in the next year or two, we thought we would make our bedroom a sanctuary from plaster dust and house innards. Painfully familiar with our past decorating shortcomings, we brought in Tess Jenkins to come up with a cohesive design concept and specific plans for execution. I knew we had good taste, but following a morning with Tess I learned how smart we are. Geniuses, really. Tess not only put together a thoughtful design to enhance how we wanted to use the space, but she also saved us from the expensive mistakes we’re known for making.

I’ll be sure to share a picture when it all comes together. We’re ready to pass on the college furniture and start living like adults. Or at least look like it.