Hi! I’m Blaire.

I’m a wife, a mom, a follower of Christ and many other things…but those things are the important things.

I am a proud Texan that is sinking my toes deeper into the Florida sand everyday and loving it.

Before I talk any more about myself…I want to introduce you to a few other women as well that will help give you more context into why I am who I am.

Particularly three Texas women…  

First, my maternal great-grandmother: Edna.

I was so fortunate to actually know my great-grandmother, who we affectionately called “Sister.” I was about 10 years old when she passed away so I have many fond memories spent with her. She lived in a small cottage behind my grandparents home that I would frequently visit during the after school hours and summer days. I can still vividly remember running across their yard and opening her door to be greeted by the sound of the theme song to the Young and Restless and the smell of a cake in the oven. You see, she was a baker. Cakes were her specialty. We lived in a small town so before the days of grocery store cakes, she was truly the town baker. Sister’s petit fours would melt in your mouth and it wasn’t my birthday unless I had a Barbie doll dress cake with beautiful icing piped on the skirt made by her. She always had a smile on her face, a kind word on her lips and a full face of make-up.

Next, my maternal grandmother, Myra.

Where do I start with my Mimi?! She is sassy, full of life and loves her family fiercely. Her favorite color is orange and leopard print (preferably mixed together) and she can always been seen wearing at least 20 pieces of jewelry everyday. She has had her own business,  a nail salon/boutique, for the past 30+ years and is still doing manicures to this day! Anyone who was a friend of mine grew up playing in my Mimi’s shop. We would paint nails, dress up in the clothes she was selling and perform our own dance routines to our audience of a cardboard cutout of Tom Selleck that she had displayed in her shop. She loves jazz music, hosting a big family Sunday lunch and has walked for 2 miles everyday since she was 20 years old. She hasn’t a wrinkle on her face and still writes me hand written letters to this day. She traveled the world with my PawPaw but insisted on having her babies in Texas and would return home for both my uncle and mom’s birth. She even gave me a bag of dirt for Christmas the year I was pregnant with Sutton to be placed under my bed at the hospital as she insisted on her lineage to be born “Texas soil.”

Lastly, my mom, Leeza.

We now call her “Honey” as her grandmother’s name and it could not be a more appropriate word to describe her. I have yet to meet another person as kind, sacrificial and loving as my mom. She couldn’t say a negative word about someone if she tried and would give you the actual shirt off her back. She is tender-hearted, others focused and loves God with her whole heart. I could recount so many stories of her love she tangibly displayed for us as we were growing up but the list would grow far longer than I could ever finish. She labeled every crayon with our names, made every lunch and prayed fervently over every detail of our lives with us. She was dedicated to seeing us succeed and would do whatever she could to support us like staying up late to recite my oral reading piece with me and hunting down the perfect red wig and wrapping my brother in green saran wrap so he could be Ariel (that’s a post in itself!). To this day, she is one of my greatest friends who I admire and learn so much about loving others from. She is stunningly beautiful both inside and out and I could not be more proud to be her daughter.

You see, these women are who have inspired me to be who I am…and what I want to share with you. They are the Texa of TexaFlora. A lineage of amazing Texas women that I am proud to be a part of. Everything I share here is a because of them and their reminder of WHO’S I am. Their relationship with Jesus superseded any of their gifts or talents and that was the most important thing they shared with me. 

Although my feet reside in Florida, so much of my heart remains in Texas. Everyday as I raise my own little lady, I incorporate pieces of these amazing women who have gone before me: My great-grandmothers baking, my grandmother’s love of fashion and my mother’s tender heart. My hope is that this little space would be a place where I can celebrate and honor the gift of motherhood by sharing stories and snippets of my life and interests in hopes that they would be encouraging and helpful to you. 

Here you will find posts about motherhood, faith, marriage, cooking, fashion, home décor, beauty, travel and probably a few random funny videos I come across on the internet (I can’t resist a good viral YouTube!). I love all things classic, feminine and whimsical and am honored to have you here.

-Blaire