My minimalist tendencies do not lend themselves well to sentiment. I collect, no, hoard, words and images, but when it comes to keepsakes or souvenirs or memory chests for Bee’s future? Eh. And yet, Ken is a keepsaker, a protector of stuff, so thus, my purging attempts never get far and I’m often relegated to
I have forgotten how good it feels. The chill in the air is no longer a bite on your cheeks, but instead, a soft hand on the small of your back. Spring, simply put, is a gentleman. A few weekends ago, with our head in the clouds, we dressed up our back patio. After all,
This is a sponsored post for Zappo’s – thanks for reading! The sun is peeking and the ground is thawing and it’s the kind of week that tricks us into thinking that perhaps we can officially stow away the hats, coats, mittens, gloves until mid-October. And yet, I live in the Midwest, where there’s nothing
When we lived in Los Angeles, friends from far and wide would come “visit us,” which – let’s be honest – meant “enjoy an L.A. vacation with a free couch to sleep on.” We’d cart them around to various trademark posts: Hollywood, Malibu, the hills of Palos Verdes. We’d hear the same phrase, over and
It’s Monday, and the words are few but the inspiration is high and these Paul Jung images are just hitting the right notes for me today. I know minimalism is trending high these days (thank goodness – simplicity is a serious ideal this lazy girl can get behind), but I’ve always wondered about the people
“When it comes to our children, we do not have the luxury of despair. If we rise, they will rise with us every time, no matter how many times we’ve fallen before. I hope you will remember that the next time you fail… Remembering that is the most important work as parents we can possibly
Our favorite graphic tees this summer!
What artist Adam Lee is teaching me about faith, creativity and the simplicity of hard work.