I want to marry you

I wonder if Andrew ever feels this way?  

Let's hope not.

;)

my cup runneth over

I don't think I could have ever been prepared for the amount of love that this wedding has brought into my life--into our lives.  Yesterday, friends and family showered me with the most thoughtful presents.  I think I finally have a fully outfitted kitchen now.  There was a vintage theme (love) and I couldn't stop smiling the entire time.  My friend Katie even made me an apron.  How adorable is that?  

No.  No one can prepare you for this feeling.  Everyone prepares you for the stress...but the love---all this love has been a hidden surprise. 

Oh! My Mama

I had an entire post laid out in my head.  And then my phone decided it didn't want to send any pictures to my email.  

So I will have to hold onto my thoughts (scary) and leave you with a song that I have listened to over and over the past two days.

xoxo

there is only one of you in all time

"There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is on a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others."

Martha Graham

did you hear about the earthquake?

via here and lots of people's facebook

Where were you when Virginia stopped turning, that August day?  Okay..bad joke.  South Park ruined that song for me anyways. (and no, it is never my choice to watch South Park...someone else that I live with whose name rhymes with Mandrew is a wee bit obsessed)

I can't wait to be old and crotchety and get to tell my grandbabies about the earthquake that rocked our world.  

And what's up with people not letting us easterners have our moment in earthquake glory.  Why do people puff up and want to play "i've had it worse"....ah.  who knows.  some strange sociological phenomenon that I can ponder on for the week.

the wants. a post to myself.

You know what always happens to me in the fall?  I get the wants.  I'm sure it has to do with marketing strategies but I also still cling to the idea that I can "start over" with the new school year.  And now that I work in a school, I reallllly have an itch for it.

So this is a post to myself.  To remind myself that you have had the gimmies a lot in life and none of those dear objects will, as you usually say when you are throwing a temper tantrum, "going to make my life easier/better/organized/put together"

My first gimmie that I can remember was a Poly Pocket.  

I can remember wanting one soooo bad and I just KNEW that when I got a Polly Pocket my life would be better.  I would be entertained for hours and I would be able to whip mine out at friends house and show them that I, too, was cool enough for Polly.

Except....I have big hands and it was really difficult for me to place Polly in the .5mm chair she was supposed to sit in.  I'm pretty sure I ditched Polly after a few days.

My next gimmie was a Jacksonville Jaguars Starter Jacket.  This was in 5th grade.  I don't know why...but this was the thing I just HAD to have.  I remember begging my parents for one.  And I knew, I just KNEW that when I got one and wore it around school I would instantly have more friends.  

 

Well......that never really panned out for me.  I just looked like a skinny white girl with freckles wearing a huge starter jacket.  I think I lost friends with this one. 

My next gimmie was a 17th Street Surf Shop t-shirt.  By then I was in middle school and mixed in with the oh so cool beach kids.  I just knew, if I had one of those shirts everyone would think I was super cool and not living down the road in military housing playing in dumpsters (true story).  

welp..we all can guess how that went over as well.

High School came around and that was an era full of "oh my god, if I could just have a CKone sweatshirt or all of my clothes from Abercrombie and Fitch life would be AMAZING".  yeah...it didn't get too amazing.  

College was a sea of gimmies.  I was a fish out of water.  I was still hoping to snag a CKone shirt and these girls were dripping in David Yurman, Tiffanys, and Lily Pulitzer.  

I knew I didn't stand a chance.  So I drowned my sorrows in pizza, beer, and a good extra 20lbs by senior year.

Needless to say, I have been playing this game with myself for a long time.  Since moving to the farm and getting out of any type of "scene" I realize how happy I am with so little and my favorite place to shop is vintage stores and goodwill. 

But.  There are days.  There are days when I have a temper tantrum because, well, dammit, I just want to have pretty molding and expensive rugs and drapes and pictures on the walls and kitchen floors without lighting bolts going through them.  My wants have matured into adult wants....but they are wants all the same. 

The gimmies.  They always getcha, don't they? 

Right now I feel like the only way I can succeed in life is if I have the following:

 an "I am smart and organized" brown leather bag. 

 Entire wardrobe from B.R.

 They never stop.  The dishes just never stop.

 I would be so cool, hip, and on top of my shiz with this.

 

hours are spent dreaming of a new camera.  *sigh*



But guess what self, you would probably get all these new gadgets and LIFE WOULDN'T BE BETTER!


So take a lesson from your own book and stop the wants.  And as mom would say, "it's the inside that counts"


(but I kinda sorta feel like life would change with an ipad---just sayin')

sweating less

This piece of art made me do one of those silent giggles at my desk....but enough of a giggle where you are just making that weird throat noise.

Wanna hear some good news?!

1.  My invitations are printed and assembly is ready.  I'm in love.  They came together so much better than I imagined!  (sneak peek as soon as I mail!)

2.  We are going to see GILLIAN WELCH tonight.  I am excited for two reasons:  one, I get a date night in the middle of the week, and two, I am in LOVE with Gillian.  

3.  My mom is coming into town this weekend!  

4.  I'm sweating less!  Yes, Virginia is cooling down.  

see ya later