If you can’t smell the fresh leather, sandalwood, and slight hints of hops- well, I haven’t done my job. This list has man all over it. The classy kind of man at least. He smells nice, looks sharp, stays cozy, drinks beer, and probably chops wood in the backyard while you make banana bread.
Or at least in our dreams, right? Right.
I for one, plan on making some Christmas cookies this morning with a certain little munchkin. I think it’s her first full cookie decorating experience, considering she was only one last year about this time and doing that little baby/toddler bobble everywhere. Toddlers are basically little drunken sailors. And I love them so.
As I was doing some work in the Paper Moss office today, I came across this wedding. It is one of the most lovely weddings that I have ever seen- so I had to share. Pardon me for being a girl, but everything is so delicate and sweet and bursting at the seams with gentleness. If every ray of light that has come through my windows in the morning, every letter long letter I have written, every late night roof talk I have had wrote a story- this video would be it.
There is a film score playlist on my Spotify that is my greatest friend while working. I used to say that, in another life, I would have been a film maker. It wasn’t until recent months that I decided that it isn’t a dream meant for another life, but this one, so I’m going to do it. Someday, maybe a lot of days, I’m going to make a film. (More on my hopes and dreams later. It is less than a month to NYE after all…)
That said, I really enjoy film scores, as does my sister, who has an awesome playlist as well. Both of them serve as good motivation and focus while I’m slaving away. I’ve been working with a lot of sea foam, and blue-green hues for a project that I am really looking forward to unveiling, and I know she is too! It is classic and clean, embracing elegance in all the little things.
While perusing the Pinterest a few weeks ago, I stumbled upon this gem and about fell apart in sheer astonishment at how stinkin’ good those NB’s look with that street style outfit. Seriously, why didn’t I think of that before? I have developed a prejudice for anything that isn’t Keds, because here in Boston, people do this thing I like to call “commutering”.
Commutering can be defined as the complete disregard for fashion, matching, and the like, in order to ensure maximum comfort while traveling to and from the workplace. This looks like grown men in suits wearing New Balances, women in dresses and skirts wearing Asics. Usually with a bag or two, maybe even a backpack. And then I remember that these are the people that are making the world go around (so many smart people here in Beantown…) and I’m really glad that they are comfortable while they’re solving the problems of the world.
Cheers to you commuters. I’ma go make myself a real cute pair of New Balances online and wear them all over town.
Ahoy! The very first gift guide to ever grace this little blog. We are very stoked about it. (We being myself and my tea… basically a grandma.)
Can I get a whoop-whoop for that first row? I didn’t mean to, but 1-3 ended up being my favorite. Pair it with some booties and you’ve got yourself a pretty chic outfit. Maybe even throw in a cup of tea. Then you’ll be trendy and 80. Yup, that’s how I roll.
This year I am headed up to my friend Emari’s place for Thanksgiving. There will be much food making and photo taking and adventuring! I’ll be back with plenty of photos and probably a few new black Friday finds… Let’s be real. #madewellanyone?
Enjoy the time with friends and family and write out a list of all of the things you have been blessed with this year. I know I need too.
Once upon a time, on a heavenly day called Saturday, I ventured to a magical land: Goodwill.
It was filled with trinkets and coats and dishes that didn’t match- and frames on frames on frames. Oh, my goodness, how the frame goddesses did shine on that Goodwill in Davis Square.
Needless to say, I am the proud owner of seven new vintage frames, and now I have to figure out what to do with them. This is the product of that bug I was telling you about. Still not mad that I caught it.
You should probably go to your nearest Goodwill and scope out the action.
I have a tendency to complain- it’s one of my worst qualities. Sometimes I really just don’t like being a woman in the process. I am tired. Emotionally, physically, spiritually- just tired.
These past few weeks, I have been reminded of this little word: gratitude. After the initial sting of realization, it seeps in deeper, softening all of the parts I’ve hardened, and giving life to all of the places I’ve deadened. It may not seem like it here on this blog, but I feel like, at times, my soul is like a bitter old woman living in cynicism and doubt.
Life has dealt me some lemons, and I am just now getting around to making lemonade out of it. I’m not saying that I am thankful for the lemons- because honestly, they have been really awful. But, finding contentment within all of the ugly nonsense that life brings breathes hope and softness back into my life. The key to contentment is gratitude. Ironically enough, Thanksgiving is just around the corner and I am blogging about being thankful. Unfortunately cliche, but, I’m rollin’ with it.
Sorry that was more than you were ready for on your Monday.
This rules beyond comparison. You should need no convincing. Make this. Make. It.
I wish we could live in a land made entirely out of these ingredients. I’d probably roll in fields of sage and rosemary and make moisturizing face masks out of squash and then eat it for all three meals. And fourth meal. And then have no friends. But I will blog!
Also, I’ve already had this to eat three days in a row…. No shame.