A month ago I made a commitment to blog more regularly. Once or twice a week. Because I want to. Really, I do. I used to blog almost daily – and I had a lot more to say then. Maybe it wasn’t always interesting, or worth reading, but I was writing. And isn’t that the point? I told myself I’d make a conscious effort to post more – to share more about my life, outside of photography. To talk about fashion and grammar and popcorn and pinot noir and all the other minutia of my life that makes me….me. But I haven’t. The truth is, I’ve spent many an evening staring at my computer screen – a cursor flashing angrily in front of me, taunting me as each second pounded by, the page remaining blank. Stark. White. I don’t know what to say. I’m afraid I won’t say the...
february | a month without
I gave up shopping in January – my first Month Without – and I failed. No. Really. I mean it. Not just a little bit, either. Big, fat, loud, crashing, booming FAILED. I shopped. But I’m finding solace in the notion that the only thing worse than failing, is never trying in the first place. I got a new job – just after I made this resolution. Well, okay, it’s more of a responsiblity change at the cube farm, than it is a new job, but still – the change required a more professional wardrobe, which necessitated the purchase of a few staples. A pair of pointy-toed black pumps and a cocktail dress (That I found on super-double clearance for…wait for it….NINE DOLLARS!!!). So I didn’t blow it, in the strictest sense of the word, but still. I shopped. Which taught me that I’m no good at “making due.” I’m horrible at it really. I have the...
reading. watching. listening.
It’s been a relaxing winter for me – which has been nice. Quiet. Full of introspection and self-evaluation. I’ve been reading a lot, watching movies, and listening to great music. I finished a quilt I’ve been working on for the better part of a year (if not longer). I chopped all my hair off – a decision I both celebrate and regret – sometimes in the same day, and I’ve taken up running again. My plan for January-March was to recharge. To feed my soul, fill my spirit, learn, love, grow. Evolve. I’m in the thick of that journey and I love it. So much that I wanted to share some of the things that have been inspiring me lately. In case they might inspire you, too. Reading: I just finished “A Million Miles in a Thousand Years” by Donald Miller. This book. Oh goodness this book. I need to devote...
scenes from a party | instax redux
We celebrated Stella’s birthday over the weekend. As a Festivus kid – and being in such close proximity to the celebration that is Christmas – it’s tough to throw her an adequate birthday fete ON her birthday. So this year, I decided to not even try. That’s not defeatist, promise. It’s simply practical. In lieu of cramming ONE MORE EVENT into an already jam-packed Christmas weekend, we decided instead to throw her birthday party….well…yesterday. In January instead of December. After the lights have been unstrung, and the stockings unhung. After the trees have been strewn to the curb waiting for transit to the big forest in the sky. She wanted a Rainbow Brite birthday – but Rainbow Brite is surprisingly difficult to come by these days (seeing as how it’s no longer 1986) so we just stuck with the RAINBOW side of that request. Our house was filled to overflowing...
