I lied.

There is one kind of shopping that I really l-o-v-e.

I could walk around vintage/antique shops for days. Really, I could.

It is the only kind of shopping that actually calms me down. My body gets more loose and I feel so much more creative and open when I leave.

Free therapy people. Free therapy.

I drove by this store in Lucketts, VA and had to stop, turn the car around, and head back in. Sometimes I feel like stores speak to me. (craaazy train) Really, this store wanted me to come in and explore it.

If you are ever in the area you have to go to Old Lucketts Store. I could wander around that place for days. The store is an old converted farm house so there are tiny little rooms that vendors rent out. I found one room full of vintage clothes and I was in heaven.

I snapped some pictures of a few things that caught my eye on my not- so- fancy- schmancy phone. I am always looking for crafts that I can re-create (a quilt in a frame? Yes yes yes)

There were a million things I probably could have taken pictures of. I'm planning a girls trip back up to Lucketts! I can't wait!

shopping blues

I just dropped into the Leesburg Outlets on my way out of town to try and find some boots and it was a complete failed mission.

I just start sweating and I get really nervous and I just want to run to the nearest exit.

I don't understand how anyone can find joy in shopping. Maybe if I had a credit card with no spending limit it would make things better.

Nah. I think I would still sweat bullets.
Maybe next time.

Rachel Portman

(picture from "Rural Virginia", a book that my friend Amy thrift-ed for me because she is amazing and thinks of me when she thrifts)

On one of my favorite blogs, NieNie Dialogues, Stephanie mentioned listening to the Rachel Portman station on Pandora.

I'm always looking for an "outlet" to calm my mind down. Sometimes it goes into overdrive. Okay...well, a lot of times it goes into overdrive. This station is my new *favorite* getaway. I highly suggest listening to it, especially at night when you need to wind down.

Tonight, I'm staying in a hotel in Leesburg, VA for work and I won't be back home until Friday.

I miss my cat. I miss Andrew. I even miss the farm dogs and the 1,000,000 stink bugs that have invaded my trailer. I think it's time to turn on Pandora, dream about being home, and drift off to sleep.

xoxo

Lady, aka "Grandma"

Yesterday I got a call at work.
Lady, or Grandma as most everyone at the farm called her, had laid down in the riding ring and it didn't look like she was going to get up this time.

Lady was 37 years old which is VERY old in horse years. Andrew's mom has had her longer than both of her children. She was the first horse that Andrew rode and the first horse that he fell off of. Needless to say, Lady is a member of the Crummett family and loved by everyone at the barns.

Lady walked around doing whatever she pleased in her last years. She earned that freedom. You would often find her waiting by the feed room in hopes that someone would give her a little extra grain. Or you would find her scratching her belly on a bush. I think the most important thing that Lady did in her later years was care for all of the foals and their mothers. Lady was the only horse that a new mama would let around her baby. It was really incredible to watch. She was a Grandma in every way possible.

Horses are just not horses at our barn. They are part of our community and many are part of our family. Yesterday was sad for everyone. I have never been around such a large animal at the end of it's life. You could really feel her spirit leave as she took her last few breathes. But we know she was ready to go. It was time and we are all grateful that she went without suffering.

Rest in peace Grandma, it just won't be the same around here without you.

Shannon Miller Engagement Photos

We're just a wee-bit obsessed with Shannon's work.

So many beautiful shots to choose from and don't even get me started on the video that she made. Tears were a'flowin'.

We are so happy to have captured our *love* on the farm.

TRC

sometimes I walk around thinking thoughts in my head. but i do it in a british accent.

do you ever do that?

sometimes I try to do a french accent in my head, but I always sound like pepe le pew.

pepe le pew always made me feel uncomfortable.

testing...testing...is this thing on?

I have been oh-so-busy with life.

The good. The bad. The ugly.

I plan on getting my all my eggs in one basket tonight at 5:45 p.m.

Why 5:45 p.m.? Because that is the E.T.A when I should pull up into my little gravel driveway with hand fulls of groceries and skip into the trailer and make dinner for my love.

He deserves it. He did not get one stinkin' homemade meal this week. And...I might have been a screaming banshee at certain points of the week.
woopsie.

I saw this today and it made me laugh because I had to have a pep talk from my Mom recently that was somewhat structured like this (replace boys with like...people in general.)


Found here.

Happy Weekend!