Sarah and I have been busy shooting the spring line of jewelry for South Holston Vintage— and ya’ll. Maaan. Some of these pieces are literally sigh-inducing. ::sigh::
In the next few days, I’ll be hosting another SHV Giveaway… so keep an eye out!
Sarah and I have been busy shooting the spring line of jewelry for South Holston Vintage— and ya’ll. Maaan. Some of these pieces are literally sigh-inducing. ::sigh::
In the next few days, I’ll be hosting another SHV Giveaway… so keep an eye out!
Two great things happened this weekend:
Really, things are looking up for me. And soon, with my new glasses, I’ll actually be able to see those things.
I don’t often post photos on here that aren’t mine… but I felt it pertinent for you to meet my two new best friends.

A year ago, my kitchen looked like this. A lot has changed since then. I think sometimes my dissatisfaction with the way my house looks or feels has more to do with me than with the walls or my stuff. I think I expect newness, I crave coolness, and I want to feel like I am contributing to the Change that is occurring all around me in other areas of my life.
So I paint and I rearrange and purge unnecessary things to make room for new ones… looking for some sort of satisfaction. And sometimes, yes, I think that a fresh coat of paint and getting rid of all the clothes you don’t wear can do wonders for your life, if only mentally. But it’s also good to keep in mind that it’s not really these things that renew us or bring happiness.
Keep your life free from love of money, and be content with what you have, for He has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”— Hebrews 13:5
I think it’s also good to remember that the Lord loves creativity and the beauty of all things! After all, He created the most rad world for us to live in. So if that means painting your old dining chairs with this awesome Rustoleum Universal Spray Paint to bring some beauty and newness to your life (which is pretty cheap and takes almost zero time)… I say go for it. (It’s the bomb.)



The Forgotten Photos:
Fur. Black Mountain. October.
I woke up thinking about the chocolate kahlua cake Katie made for community group last night… Only to remember she put the leftover piece in my ‘fridge.
I don’t know what I’m more concerned about: the fact that there were actually leftovers of this delicious cake or that I ate it for breakfast.
May your Wednesday morning be better than this guy’s.
Today’s edition of Over-caffeinated, Underpaid.
George Valentin (The Artist score) - Ludovic Bource
Oscar nominations just came out… and if this doesn’t win for Best Score… well. And this from a huge John Williams fan! After all… a silent movie BETTER have the best music around…
I woke up this morning to my roof leaking.
Sure, there are worst ways to wake up, but this was particularly unsettling considering that I live in the middle floor of an apartment building.
Yes, it was raining outside… but was it raining inside? Or at least inside the apartment of the man who lives above me? In my half-sleep state I couldn’t figure out what was happening or if it was real and why, actually, it seemed to be raining in my bedroom.
Mondays.
I moved from my room to the couch to snag a few more precious minutes of sleep. (I made the unfortunate choice of starting Downton Abbey yesterday and I couldn’t turn it off last night. So good.)
After 3 minutes or so of snoozing on the couch, I startled awake.
It’s raining in my house. What am I doing still asleep?
It seemed impossible—rain, inside. On the middle floor. But there it was dripping and there I stood standing, laughing about the impossibility of it and the fact that I now needed to do something about it. ADULTHOOD, YO. It seems all too easy to just fall back asleep… but when it’s raining in your bedroom… you’ve got to react.
But, alas, the joys of renting. At least I don’t have to pay for it.
New purchase from our thrifting adventure: Glenn Miller!
Dance, anyone?
He will come to us like the rain - Hosea 6:3
Good reminder on a rainy day like today.
How am I supposed to get back to work after this?!
I’d Rather Go Blind - Etta James (1938-2012) (via coketalk)
Sad day for music.