the other day, i put my grandma’s ring on; wiggled it around my finger. and, then found myself reaching for a pair of her earrings. the ones with the signature clasp that she always wore. my earrings have backs, hers circled around and met together. i’ve been known to adorn my ears with these earrings when life needed a little adorning. on days when i faced something big, or when weeks were facing me down. choosing those earrings was choosing courage, clasping it right on. i didn’t have to conjure up my own, i just rested in her reserves. my grandma was bold. bold when she spoke. it was a strength, and it was a weakness. that’s how they come, packaged together, usually.
well, poop was popular on instagram this week. a poop emoji pillow that is. who doesn’t like using the poop emoji every now and again. when my oldest saw that there was an actual plush version of this smiley poop, well, it went straight on her santa list. i admit, potty talk is popular in our house. just the usual, poop face, butt, booty variety. i’ve tried 9 long years to keep it at a minimum, but with 3 boys i think the odds are against me. i only have one brother, but it might as well have been three with the amount of times i heard poop this and poop while we were growing up. we even learned how to say a few potty words (poop, pee, fart, to be exact) in chinese from our neighbors. anyways, in case you like the pillow as much as we do ….
a few monts ago my home was featured on Style Me Pretty. before the photo shoot, i did a few updates throughout the house to spruce it up a bit. i thrifted, found a few things online, and did a little DIY. and, by little, i mean little, because i’ll be the first to admit that i am no DIY queen. i just dabble in it here and there, and admittedly only try if i have enlisted the help of someone craftier than me or . . .
justina blakeney’s jungalow headquarters. every.single. thing about it. like, even the water cooler.
being smothered and covered in flowers and greenest greens.
the wise words of dr. martin luther king jr. Light and Love. Always.
the pink beaches of harbour island. i’m breaking up with winter.
this chopped winter salad. because salads always say summer, even if winter is part of their name. and, doesn’t this just look so fresh?
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what are you loving this week?
do you ever just quit your day? before it can quit you.
i’m learning to give myself permission to do just that.
sitting down for a day, instead of sitting out on life.
when life feels too heavy, why not just drop it? drop everything.
because, sometimes nothing and everything matter all at once.
at once you, all of the sudden, realize that the things you must do for that day, can wait for doing. like snowflakes pack and pile into mountains, in turn they also just melt right into nothing. something and nothing. and, the only thing that really matters is what matters in the deepest parts of your heart. so you stop and take care of what matters all at once. at now. whether it’s loved ones or you. yourself.
the bills will be there tomorrow. boxed macaroni and cheese won’t matter, really. cleaning will only add a short instant of the order you are trying to orchestrate. and, no one needs the post you are planning as much as you need a place to be peace or be at peace.