rants & funny musings from and to, yours truly.

Taking A Short Break…

Hello All!

I just wanted to apologize for my absence with RWDH these past few weeks. The Design Hut is actually quite busy at the moment, so I felt it was in my best interest that I focus my efforts on my clients.

That being said, I am still preparing new posts (and some really fun ones!) for my return in August (4th), so please hang tight and definitely follow me on Instagram! A LOT is going on!

Happy July!

The BEST (And The Worst) Reasons to DIY

My name is Lindsay and I am a DIY—VA.

Most of my female friends notice something new every time they step through my front door—A ‘new’ chair, a ‘new’ lamp, curtains, sofa tables—it never ends. I pride myself in the quality of my DIY-ing and try to look at the pieces I already own, or those in a consignment/thrift shop with a deserving eye. There’s a good and a bad side to everything though, right? Well, here are mine:


I should note, that I do not go out of my wheelhouse when it comes to doing things myself. You will never find me playing with the breaker box trying to figure out how to install new lighting (although I want to), or touching any pipes, as I know I will only cause more harm than good.

— The BEST (And The Worst) Reasons to DIY

My Top 5 Reasons To Visit Cabarete, Dominican Republic

You knew it was coming eventually. I am a big endorser of Cabarete, on the North Shore of the Dominican Republic, and here are 5 reasons why you should go and become one yourself!


So much is to be said for getting out of your comfort zone and experiencing different cultures. Even though I’ve traveled to Cabarete 5 or 6 times now and my Spanish is pretty darn good, I always get something new out of it. My Spanish speaking skills tend to improve 5 fold, regardless of how much I tense up when someone speaks too fast for me to follow. I meet new locals (mostly cab drivers) and they are always very excited to talk about their life in the DR and exchange stories.

There are definitely water sports to try, but if you want a break from swallowing salt water, you can rent a moto and drive down the La Boca or go on one of the many Iguana Mama Tours (I’ve been to Monkey Jungle and zip lined, but am dying to do the waterfalls!) If you’re a foodie, there are actually some really good restaurants, like Bliss (happens to be owned by a couple who worked & met in Bermuda), Blue Moon, which is one of the coolest places you can go (they cater to larger groups, so if you’re only one or two people, call them early to see if they can squeeze you in), Kahuna has real poutine for you Canadians, and Gorditos has some of the yummiest fish tacos. Ever. Of course, there are dozens & dozens of bars…which leads me to my next reason.


Um. Yes. Mojito Bar gets its own spot on the list. This is a must stop if you’re traveling to Cabarete, and now, with 2 locations (one at Cabarete Beach and one at Kite beach), it is that much easier to get caught in the rain and end up staying ALL afternoon. With amazing flavors of mojitos, an awesome happy hour deal and surprisingly delicious food (big fan of the crustinis) it is really easy and enjoyable to spend an afternoon there. It’s right on the beach, so you can watch kites go by, people watch and if Sonia, the Italian owner, is there, you’re in for a treat. She is one of the friendliest people on the beach. If you don’t have a while to spend there, make sure you get a mojito “para llevar” (maybe chinola flavored!) to enjoy as you walk down the beach!

The locals and the expats in Cabarete are extremely welcoming. Just a few days in this beach town and you start to recognize people when you go for breakfast or are out walking the beach. Regardless of how little English someone speaks, they can normally at least point you in the right direction or give you a great recommendation. Maybe it’s the weather and the never ending sunshine (even when it’s raining, it’s an awesome place), but the smiles in Cabarete are always out.

Kite surfing, wind surfing, paddle boarding, surfing. ALL IN ONE PLACE. Seriously, what else do you need? When the wind is low in the morning, paddle boarding and surfing is the way to go. Don’t worry if you’ve never done either of these sports, there are tons of affordable places to take lessons from, like Vela & Ali’s. As soon as the wind picks up (usually in the afternoon), kite surfers and wind surfers storm the beach. Like the other water sports, there are great places to learn (LEK is a good place to start). But if you’re like me and aren’t ready to commit to it yet, there is no better place to tolerate getting slapped in the face with sand by the wind. You find yourself entranced in the sea of colorful kites performing in front of you, like a choreographed dance. Time passes so fast and you don’t even realize that the entire right side of your body has just had a great exfoliation treatment.

So. Is it time to go back yet?


— My Top 5 Reasons To Visit Cabarete, Dominican Republic

5 Observations From Moving In Bermuda

Ohhh moving. No one enjoys it. The idea of moving to a new house/state/country is all very exciting, but once the fantasizing about how you’re going to decorate wears off and the reality of the process of moving sets in, fun is gone and frustration is written all over your face.

I once considered myself somewhat of a professional mover, with over 10 moves (city to city, not house to house) under my belt (most from growing up in a military family and one in & out of NYC, which, some of you may know is a huge challenge), but nothing really prepares you for all of the oddities involved in the process of moving in Bermuda.

1 >> It is likely that your new house will come with a pet…

Of the lizard or tree frog variety. They are everywhere here, and if work has been done on your place prior to moving in, doors were probably left open, thus, inviting these sly, little creatures right in. I was first greeted by Lizzie when I went to open the closet door…almost 2 weeks later, I have no idea where ‘she’ is.

2 >> You’re friends have been visualizing their furniture in your space…

Or they have already lived in your place! With so few places on the island to choose from, you can almost guarantee that any of your buddies who are also house hunting, are considering putting an offer on your first choice too. Tread carefully, or, at least offer them the guest bedroom!

3 >> You must be very clear on the ground rules…

As an expat, renting is pretty much your only option (unless you’re rich), which means after you give notice that you’re vacating, your landlord will be anxious to get you out, and any work done so they can continue to collect anywhere from 2-6k a month in rent (I’m not really sure what the average is).

I get it.

What I don’t get is the absence of common courtesy & respect. Don’t show up unannounced, and for goodness sakes, please, please, if the landlord gives you a key, don’t see yourself in just because no one answered the door!! (based on actual events…ughhh)

4 >> Vespas were not built for hauling…

I’ve seen people transport just about everything you can imagine on the back of their bikes: doors, gas cylinders, full suitcases, chairs, coolers, dogs, etc.

But that’s just one trip. A car doesn’t even help that much, seeing as most of them are so tiny here. Even after graciously taking advantage of several friends and their cars, there were at least 11 trips made and still, there was stuff left over.

Which leads me to #5.


For the cost of moving mostly just furniture from Pembroke all the way to Southampton (roughly a whopping 10 miles), you could move almost an entire single family home from Florida to California (including packing!)


**these are not complaints, yet observations and things that I will have to remember and prepare more for if there is ever another move**


— 5 Observations From Moving In Bermuda

Two Words: Rain. Gear.

Dear Self:

Do you remember those mornings when you first moved to Bermuda and had fresh, shiny, rain gear, so you wore it all the time? You looked at the radar every morning before leaving for work and even if there was a small blip that would pass us to the South East, or wouldn’t even come close to the Rock before your 15 minute commute was over. It didn’t matter. You were prepared & you were damn proud of it. And when those rain clouds DID appear, right out of no where, as if Scotty worked that magic beam, you were able to proudly chuckle at the suits, suede shoes, and long, flowing hair, getting doused by the monsoon whipping across this ‘island paradise.’

Sigh. What happened to those days.

3 years on the Island does not make you a meteorologist (ask your brother, he’ll tell you it takes 7 years and mountains of student loans before you even come close). Looking out the front window and trying to decide if the heavens are going to open up on you 10 minutes into your ride is NOT the best way. You can’t tell when it’s going to rain, but you can tell when it’s raining—and it’s usually raining when you’re 10 minutes into that ride and you’ve left your rain gear neatly hanging on the coat rack instead of under your seat. And if you decide to pull over and seek coverage in a bus shelter, you run the risk of royally pissing off a bus driver. Those big, pink, busses may look sweet, but you never know how well the brakes are working. One quick honk to their mate as they pass in oncoming traffic-eyes off the road-and BAM, your bike could be toast. You are officially the person you used to laugh at, ruined shoes, wet hair, the whole 9.

So. Self. Take the extra 2 minutes to check the radar (so long as it’s working…cough, cough…), don’t try and beat it, especially if you’re driving the direction the rain is coming from. At the very least, learn to keep your rain gear under the seat. Lesson learned…again.


(a semi-prepared day—and only because it was already raining when I left the house)

— Two Words: Rain. Gear.

Do What You Were Made To Do…

Well, since it’s a brand new year, I thought I should impart some wisdom upon you. Oh, wait, does it take wisdom for that? Okay, instead, I will just share this short little video with some playful text. Maybe you can ponder its meaning while you watch it for :08.

Yeah, so. This year, I will be doing what I was made to do—for me, that is be happy in my work. Simple. Do what you were made to, and do it with some gusto! We all deserve it, right?

— Do What You Were Made To Do…

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