Urban Grace Interiors {the blog}

Clearly I’m having a hard time blogging.  Lots going on around here.  I decided to renovate and add on to our house while very pregnant, which I would not advise anyone else try.  We were living in the madness, but decided to move out last weekend, which we should have done a long time ago.  We’re living in a 500 square foot carriage house and I’m still very pregnant (due any day now) and it’s going to be tight quarters when baby arrives, feel free to add us to your prayer lists.

We recently went to California for a dear friend’s wedding.  Here are some photos  of our adventures on the West Coast.

Some folks on Instragram asked about our dresses.  Sloane’s flower girl dress came from Olive & Fern and mine (not maternity) came from a local friend’s store, Ophelia.  You can find it here.   If you are coming to my beach town this summer add Ophelia to your list of places to shop, there are two locations, one in Seacrest and one in Grayton!

And I’d hate to leave you without a Smokey update.  She is alive and well.  She?  That’s right, someone informed me that “he” is actually a “she”.

My dad called yesterday, “how’s my baby?”, he asked.  I knew he was talking about Sloane.  She’s great, I replied.  Then he asked, “how’s your baby?”, I knew this time he was talking about the baby in my belly.  She’s great, I replied.  (I’ve not announced that I’m pregnant, but if you follow me on instagram, you already know.  We’re having another little girl, due in May.  So very excited.)  Then dad said, “how’s your other baby?”… and I knew exactly who he was talking about, my furry rabbit friend, Smokey.  I know I’ve talked about him before, but I’m not sure if I shared these photos from summer with our Smokesters.  In case y’all forgot… he’s a tame rabbit who was a neighbor’s pet, but they let him loose and now he roams the neighborhood.  He likes to come by my house for bunny treats.

And when he pulls this little number (below) it takes everything within me not to scoop him up and kiss his furry little face.  He won’t let me hold him, but he does let me scratch his double chin.

It cracks me up that Sloane is going to grow up thinking that a tame rabbit visitor is normal.  I am contemplating writing a children’s book about Smokey, we’ll see.  He’s pretty magical.