the domestic life suits me.

{Our trip to the Nashville Farmers' Market; inspired by reading Rebekka's blog.}

Using our bounty from the market, we made the most delicious dinner that was made even more drool-worthy by having the company of my sister and brother-in-law.  (Man, I am the queen of links.)

{And fitting enough, THESE are the most delicious side dish.  After slicing the tomato, you garnish it with feta, Parmesan cheese, and Italian seasoning.  Cook it at 350 F for about 20 minutes or until the cheese is browning and voila!  So easy, so good, so pretty!}

{These were pretty tasty, too.  Slice the New Potatoes, then toss with olive oil and dry herbs.  Cook at 425 F for 45 minutes.  

...But let's be honest.  I just really wanted to use that fancy new vegetable cutter we got for a wedding gift and these potatoes just begged to christen it.}

Oh!  And can you even handle these aprons sweet Miriam (and her lovely husband, Chris) gave us as a wedding gift?

I'll end the post by keeping with the theme of matrimony and domestication...

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the newlywed returns.

Remember that time I got married and went to Mexico for our honeymoon?

Yeah, me too.

And then remember that time we came home, and I had the whole summer off to do nothing but acclimate myself to being a wife?

Uh-huh, I sure do.

But then there was that time that Tec actually had to work?  Man, that was a drag.

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Wow.  Enough of that self-banter.  Sorry, but it's the first time I've been by myself in weeks and it looks like I've resorted to talking to myself.  

Anyway, I hope this past month has found you all well!  With the wedding over and with real life at my doorstep, I will hopefully be able to write and "do" much, much more.  As a matter of fact, after catching up on all the posts I've missed out on while consumed with the color of buttercream icing and the 10-day forecast, I found that several of my friends have been up to some serious onesie action.  (Check out my girl Meredith over at Penelopea and Rebekka at the now debunked Maple Sugar.)  Keeping in stride, I worked on this little number for our friends who are expecting in November.  They've {brilliantly} decided to name the little nugget Jude.  And I'm sure this joke or play-on-words (or whatever you want to call it) is going to get real old, real fast, but as I told them, I want to be one of the first to get on the bandwagon... before it gets annoying.  All aboard!

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It's good to be home.

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