Big B-day Giveaway!

This is the last day to enter this fabulous giveaway! Fourteen etsy shops got involved to bring you this amazing package full of goodies. Be sure to visit all the stores involved they all have items which are sure to make you dizzy with joy. To enter please visit Audrey's Giveaway Blog.

I'll admit it, I'm completely obsessed with giveaways.

These prints are utterly adorable. Perch and N. Eve.

Tollipop Giveaway.

These delightful young ladies remind me so very much of my me and my two sisters. Their adorable dresses and dancing expressions make you want to be a part of their world. You can almost see their personalities captured between the panes of glass that are so evidently holding them back from getting into all kinds of trouble.

Tollipop is too wonderful.

Another Anthropolification.

Another beauty from Kathleen, and I do believe this might be my favorite yet.






















Pleated Petal Tank ANTHROPOLIFICATION GIVEAWAY!!!!

I'm filled to burst with thoughts, worries, and wants. I'm in a state of constant budgeting, wish list making, and those painful trips out to my parents to ask for a little change.

Why is it that money seems to be the drive for everyone.

I mean you don't think much about it while you have plenty, but when a time comes when you are strapped beyond all hope you begin to see in green and it consumes you. I hate hate hate that feeling. But can't seem to shake it.

There must be a way out.

I refuse to believe life really is "all about the benjamins".

Show Tomorrow.

At Gallery 13. Admission is $8.

O'Brother.
Rova Zetella.
Nova Scotian Arms.
Bottle Up and Explode.
Fictions and Skylines.

Definitely worth the time.

Time Management Revisited.

These days, I stay up far far too late.
Which only leads to sleeping in until the early afternoon.
Which in turn means I don't get out and about until mid afternoon.
At this rate I'm getting nothing done...

As much as I hate to sound like my Mother, I think a schedule might be in order.

My Exit, Unfair

I remember not too long ago when I thought I knew what doubt and fear really were. When I thought that financial struggle meant not being able to afford that top that I had seen on American Apparel, or that journal that I didn't need quite yet but thought was fabulous and wanted it anyway. A time when they called me a child, and I called them deranged. When I was sure I had reason to fuss and fume about all the "hardships" I was being faced with.
OH, how naive. How terribly and sickeningly naive.

I now face a paycheck of only four hours for two weeks, a paycheck meant to live off of for the weeks to come but will barely feed me for a day. I have sixty five cents in my bank account, an electric bill unpaid, and only a quarter of a tank of gas. And I have to say I think I've gotten there, I've come to the point where worry is sticking to my bones its bled so deep, and uncertainty has made me severely ill.

But I cling to what a good friend once told me. He sat there and looked so deep into my eyes I could feel it in my toes and told me to fall apart, and let the beautiful broken pieces I have left piece me back together.
Maybe this will be the final straw. Maybe this time I really will crash and burn.
Maybe, just maybe.

"Oh, the clouds they brought a darkness and a hard rain's gonna fall,
And all my laughter ends in emptiness and a hard rain's gonna fall.
My every medicine causes more illness and a hard rain's gonna fall."

Worldy Desires.

I am terribly desperate for a new camera.
And sadly the Nikon D90 was the one that caught my ever eager eye the first day it graced department store shelves this time last year, I simply haven't been able to get it off my mind.
I am no photographer, but its ability to record HD videos, it's 12.3 megapixel resolution, and light weight body has left me drooling and star struck.

I'll choose not to notice that it costs far over three pay checks...

C-Minor.

It's nearly three in the morning and there's no hope of sleep now.

Today was a very simplistic kind of Friday, I sat there on the train tracks above the river at Flat Rock, water rushing fifty maybe sixty feet below our small wooden platform and your presence was undeniable.
Wrapped in warmth and the desire to listen, she and I talked of the things we could be doing, the people we could be, the people we should be. And I trembled in the perfection of the clouds, and the sun, and the caterpillar creeping across my fingers. I smiled at the charm and felicity found in our own bodies and at the rustle of our words.
We spoke of faith.
Faith.
Faith.
Faith.
It's so hard to grasp, yet there in that moment I had no doubt, no disbelief in the way you were molding my next few months.

I was content.
I was fulfilled.


"Open WIDE my doors, my Lord, my Lord.
Do whatever makes me love you more."