The Study of Junk

 As I mentioned yesterday, I'm on the hunt for nesting materials. In anticipation of this move and an extra 150 sq ft of space, I am already planning and scheming for ways to put more color, more texture, more everything in this little house.

Being the fan of junk stores that I am, when I stumbled across this beauty this past weekend, I knew I had to bring my camera along. Junkology, in New Braunfels, just opened up a month ago and is already on the fast track to becoming one of my favorite haunts. The owner, Shawn, is a live wire of a guy with a passion for finding and refinishing other's castoffs, and is chock full of stories and knowledge from his collecting days. He has a great eye for unique and colorful pieces, and an even more keen eye for design. The store is laid out beautifully, with the detail of someone who clearly knows what they're doing. 

Each room tells a story, with antique plane parts as their platform. Airplane wings made into shelves, wing lights turned into spectacular light fixtures and propellers hanging from the ceiling gave the store a vintage war time touch.

I walked away from the store inspired. Inspired by Shawn and his constant drive to find beauty in anything, and by the store itself, with the perfect balance of color, proportion and detail without ever being overwhelming.

Full Blown Nest Obsessed

I will be the first to admit. I love moving. I hate packing. 

How these two go together is beyond me, but I love the new space, the new place to explore, the endless paint color options. We have two weeks to make a decision as to whether we are going to stay in our little 750 sq ft house, or move to something with more room (and hopefully a closet). We have been on the hunt for what will hopefully be our last rental until we buy. 

Micah and I are torn on whether to stay in our little house and suffer through the lack of space, absence of a dining table and multiple college aged neighbors or to move a mile or two north and pay a good bit more for some extra space, quieter neighbors and dinners where we aren't tempting fate by eating every meal on our couch.

All of this talk of moving is making me ache for our own place, where I can install wainscoting throughout the house, bold printed wallpaper, molding around the ceiling, heavy painted wood doors with glass doorknobs and subway tile in the bathroom. I'm anxious to pick out wall colors, hang lights in the backyard, build a screened in sun porch.

I've been cruising Realtor.com, Craigslist and shamelessly driving through neighborhoods, pretending I'm actually in the market for a place. Because of this, I've been blowing up my Pinterest lately, planning and dreaming of the day I can make my own little nest from found treasures, re-purposed pieces and family heirlooms. I want to start all of these fun projects now, but our 750 sq ft of nest won't fit one more piece of anything. Trust me. I've tried.

  I'm in full nesting mode, but without that pesky down payment to help me out.

Full nesting mode minus the baby, mind you. None of that monkey business.

Also, a big CONGRATS to Christy, the $50 Shabby Apple giveaway winner!