Happy Fess Up Friday everyone! Today is a treat because we have the dear Julia, of Julia Ryan (formally Pawleys Island Posh). Julia's blog was one of my first blog addictions. I love her style, her approach to motherhood and the fact that she's gotten to live in two of my very favorite places - Charleston and Richmond. And if you haven't checked out her daughter's new room yet, add that to your to-do list. Really. Thanks Julia for coming over today. Now let's do some sharing, shall we?
Hey ladies! I'm Julia from JuliaRyan.com and I'm so pleased to be here with you today. When Elizabeth asked me to participate in Fess Up Friday I honestly balked a little. Not because I didn't want to over-expose myself. It's just that I tend to be pretty free flowing with my personal self already. I'm a pretty open blogger book. So I thought to myself, what don't y'all already know?
I don't like dogs. Or pets of any sort for that matter. I'm just not an animal person.
There I said it. Do you hate me yet? Don't worry, other people's beloved companions don't bother me in the slightest (I'm not Cruella DeVil over here) I just prefer not to have them. I also prefer to admire those cute pups from across the room. Or like their little wet noses on instagram instead of real life. I think they're sweet, just not for me.
This, of course, is a sad state of reality for my dog loving husband. He's had a dog in the past during our marriage, and I know that one day he and the kids will team up against me in their canine demands and I will give in out of love. But I won't like it. And it will never be my turn to take them for a walk in the rain.
I'm obsessed with high end kitchen gear but I don't like to cook. I pretty much only tolerate it in an effort to feed my family. Without the fancy gear and wine I'd probably never even make that effort. I think if I had more time and more money for better ingredients I'd be more into it. Despite this, my kitchen is still my favorite room in the house. And who says you can't cook hotdogs on an-clad pan?
I prefer my hair long so I can wear it up. That's right, I pretty much never wear my hair down. My sister made me pull it down for a recent photo shoot of my daughter's room and I hate the result. I just like the way I look with my hair up. And let's not even talk about the convenience factor. I once told a girl at Nordstrom that I was so glad young cute girls like her were embracing the messy top-knot so I could make less of an effort in the mornings and still feel polished. I doubt she appreciated the sentiment that her coif resembled my messy mom-bun.
I for one would be happy to have my hair pulled back for the rest of my life if I could. Thanks Julia for coming over today!