Plaid plaid plaid. And crafts.

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Even though I only work part time, every day off feels like I hit the jackpot. And what would I do to de-stress other then do some arts and crafts? I mean, let's get real. So although it took a few trips to surrounding stores, I managed to find the perfect piece of wood at home depot (it was 45 cents, so I say winning!), a few nails, and string, and I was able to make my very own, handy-dandy jewelry organizer. So rather then having all of my jewelry all over the bathroom counter in a tangled pile, it's pretty. I'm also thinking of buying some vases or glass bottles to organize my bracelets on. But all in good time. Do you guys have any special ways to organize your jewelry? I looked on pinterest a good deal to get ideas, and although I'm digging the whole antler-organizer thing, I think it'll take some hunting (no pun intended) through antique stores to find them.

Side note: with moving, working, and applying to a new school, I apologize for my lack of blogging. But I do miss it and think of it often. And shall not give up. So have patience with my monthly posts.


p.s. the shopping has not ceased. enjoy.


Piles and piles of clothes.

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It seems that as of late, my life has been positively overtaken with clothes both materially and mentally. I have been reduced to dreaming of clothes lately both day and at night. For the past month (goodness, how time flies!) I have been working at a clothing store which has inevitably brought out the shopaholic in me--along with the revelation that I have a fetish for navy, pink, beige, and florals. Something which became painfully obvious while photographing my purchases. 

However, taking a step back from school has been refreshing and learning about sales and retail has been stretching--last month was full of challenges. New environments definitely teach me more about myself and others, and though I often feel like Bilbow Baggins from the Shire with my only desire being to curl up in my hobbit hole with a cup of tea, I know that the adventures I am currently on are good for me. I like to think of myself as Mr. Baggins these days, with Gandalf behind me, believing in me, and a rumbly tummy constantly distracting me. Now all I'm missing is a ring to make me invisible in times of trouble or great embarrassment. 

Oh, the goodness of the The Hobbit has also been overtaking my thoughts, and I have been reading it when not working or wasting my life on Netflix. 

P.S. I have missed my little nook online. xoxo, readers. 


Kinfolk at dusk.

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There's something about the light in our bedroom around 7:30 pm that is magical. Tonight I finally decided to flip through the untouched pages of recipes and photographs by Kinfolk, which are inspiring as ever as always. 

One of the inexplicable things about my creative states lately is how variable they are depending on the time of day. I usually wake up dull and empty, not desiring to create or even look at my craft table. Come about 3pm, and my sentiments change slightly. My feelings towards my paint and dear Perry soften, and I attempt to recollect things I desire to make. Then 9pm strikes, and I have a surge of a feeling I had, in the morning, forgot. I pick up Perry, snap a few photos, and draft sketches for a few paintings which I don't complete. Then comes 2am. I am lying in bed, and my mind is a frenzy of colorful thoughts. Vivid projects flash before my eyes. I see all the possible things I might create with materials which only a few hours ago seemed useless. I strategically make a list of everything I want to begin the next day and drift off into a productive reverie. Then dawn (ahem, okay not quite) the next day strikes, and I awake as stale as the morning before. 

Perhaps this is strange or normal or just me. Whatever it is, it's simply annoying. 

Here's a summer playlist (inspired by this girl) of tunes that have been helping me break into an inspired mood:

Boy with a Coin: Iron and Wine
Ladder: Andrew Belle
Ceilings: Local Natives
Holocene: Bon Iver
Island Cottage: Sea Oleena
Magic: Coldplay
Shelter: Ray LaMontagne


they're faux, don't freak.

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These are a few of my favorite things: raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. And that song. You know the rest (or shall I say, you had better know the rest!). Let's just say these fake gauge earrings and that very spin-able skirt have been making their way into that Julie Andrews song (or shall I say Fraulein Maria?).

Though, let's be honest. It's the summer, and the days that I suffer to change out of pajamas into daytime clothes are inconvenient and rare. However, this summer laziness can bring on other pastimes such as deep brooding and introspection, along with lengthy periods of brain-death. I fluctuate between the two hourly.

It's lovely, really, to step out of the whirlwind of college classes and projects, to enjoy these few summer weeks to process and rest. And it's also a good time to re-prioritize. However, I find that as healthy as re-focusing can be, I often fall into a frightening amount of self-sufficiency during these summer months. Since I am given so much authority over my time and activities, I set goals for myself (sometimes even unconsciously. I simply put two labels on myself: productive and unproductive). And the determining factor of my feelings toward self are which label I'm wearing that day.

And the main reason I am realizing self-sufficiency is so scary is because it distorts the way I believe God perceives me. If I'm doing well, then God loves me. If I'm not preforming (in family life, in future goals, in relationships) then it's hard to imagine He's okay with me. I was reading a book the other day, and they asked Christians if they felt more comfortable preaching the gospel to an unsaved friend on a "good" day or "bad" day, and most people voted "good day!"

The sad thing is, that makes sense to my human mind. The reality is, that doesn't make sense in the gospel. Because according to the gospel, I did nothing, and Jesus did everything. And self-sufficiency has no place. In fact, it really messes things up! So this summer, I am trying to step away from the unhealthy amount of time I think of me. Of my performance. Of my plans. And I'm going to try to dwell more on Him. And His truth.