For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a little place on the internet that felt like mine.

I’ve actually made several of them.

And then abandoned them.

Apparently this has been a fifteen-year hobby of mine. Start a blog. Fuss with the blog. Decide the blog isn’t quite right. Stop writing the blog. Miss having a blog. Repeat.

This time, though, my husband watched me trying to build one and said, “Okay. Give me your vision.”

So I did.

I told him how I wanted it to feel. Feminine and cozy and a little nostalgic. A place for the things I love, the things I’m thinking about, the things I’m watching and wearing and buying and noticing. Not one perfectly defined version of me. All the parts.

And then—he actually built it for me.

Which was incredibly romantic.

And mildly terrifying.

Because suddenly I had the thing I’d been saying I wanted.

A beautiful little house on the internet.

And my immediate instinct was: Okay, now I have to make it perfect before anyone comes over.

But I’m trying something different this time.

I’m going to live here first.

I’m going to put things in it.

A thought. A lipstick. A book I loved. Something pretty for the house. A television show I need someone else to talk about with me. A photograph from an ordinary Sunday. Maybe occasionally something bigger that’s been sitting on my heart.

Some rooms might be a little empty for a while.

That’s okay.

You don’t have to finish a house before someone comes over.

So if you’re reading this, come in.

Please don’t inspect the baseboards.

Sit at my kitchen table instead.

I’ll make coffee.

Welcome to Lipgloss & Sundays.

xoxo,

Nat