I’m trying to figure out this weird season I’m in. Staying up late at night to write stuff like this helps. It truly does. La vie est belle. So are poems. Hopefully, someone out there
Feeling in a funk? Draw on some shells. In a creative rut? Paint on some shells. Need a way to relax while feeling crafty? Draw or paint on some shells. Want to just zone out
I feel a bit like a hypocrite for never taking pictures or rarely talking about my most frequently worn item of clothing I own on here: My Lululemon shorts. You know, the short running ones
Flowers and friends. Talk about a therapeutic combo. An old friend of mine from grad school was in town and asked if I wanted to come over to her parents so our kiddos could play
Oh, party pants. I love thee. They can brighten up your mood, day, and put a little extra pep in your step. Plus, when it comes down to it, they’re just fun to wear. So,
I’m about to do something I’m horrible at but have needed to attempt to tackle for some time – nail down an accurate description of this blog. One could call it a manifesto of sorts
So most of my workouts are of the total body variety. Mainly because I just like to work my entire body, I get in the zone and just start doping random stuff, or if I
A perk of owning a waterproof camera is giving my 3.5-year-old son a chance to use it and investigate photography a bit. Hey, clear water or some sand, it’s an easy drop (if it happens).
It’s 3:40 in the afternoon. Kiddo is asleep. Clean, work and get stuff done…or…time for iced coffee. Layer on those earthy hues. A little coconut oil and Vitamin D. Listen to some tunes. Or just
One day I’ll return to painting my toes all one print. Promise. But in the meantime toes like these are too darn fun and easy. The main thing is deciding on the color scheme, then
I keep on telling myself to keep it simple and do some quick paintings…then these happen. They’re kind of all over the place, and in the end, they just make me want to paint more.
See this picture? I’ve been debating on posting it for almost two weeks. And the internal conversations I’ve had with myself over it are borderline hilarious, and also a bit pitiful. Not because I don’t
So, I lost one of my favorite pairs of sunglasses to a port o potty. (In Seattle they’re called Honey Buckets which sometimes makes me view honey differently.) Anywho, let’s say next time I help
Couldn’t really figure out what to write or post, but I did put together a stellar playlist. (That I then listened to while putting together this little mood board.) I’d call it a summer playlist,
Do you ever travel somewhere, and feel more at home there than you do at home? Well, that was the case with this recent trip to Costa Rica. Everything about where we stayed, the dirt