It takes me an inordinate amount of time to make resolutions, mostly because I make resolutions every.single.day so they’re kind of all used up when January 1st rolls around. I’m a natural-born goal-setter, dream-keeper, think-abouter, and I take pride in starting over near-daily, hitting the reset button on my life like a lamp that needs
I’m winding down my work schedule for the year, and amidst a flurry of last-minute deadlines and scheduled projects, a reminder arose from the very unlikely place of an at-home photo shoot:
I’m just a little bit caught in the middle Life is a maze and love is a riddle I don’t know where to go I can’t do it alone I’ve tried And I don’t know why -Lenka (who I just realized is married to James Gulliver Hancock, and where have I been, Art Community at
With Christmas cards flying into mailboxes left and right, I’ve got family photos on the brain. Although it’s fun (perhaps not quite the right term to use here) to get everyone dressed to the nines for shiny, happy poses, my very very favorite shoots are families at home – together, like this one below…
Oh, December. Month of gift guides (guilty), shopping bags (guiltier) and free shipping deals (guiltiest, because I just bought approximately one thousand rolls of toilet paper, thank you, Amazon). I picked the wrong month to re-read this book, because with every box that arrives at my door, the pit in my stomach deepens. The stuff.
There’s a fun contest at the end of this post, courtesy of Serena and Lily. Don’t miss it! This year, Ken and I declared a lazy Christmas in our house. We’ve worked harder than ever this year, and as the snow falls this December, the mighty are falling with it. We’re staying horizontal as much
Bee is just beginning to tip-toe into the realm of dress-up and costumes and all things fanciful. Yesterday, we dressed her in a tutu skirt (a rare occasion for this neutral-loving mama) for church and the moment the layers of tulle circled her belly, her demeanor changed.
I’ve often wondered what would happen if we peeked behind the curtain at the objects we consume daily – if we shadowed the chef of our favorite restaurants, if we were a fly on the wall in the factories of our favorite clothing brands. Would we turn away in disgust at the working conditions and
