point & smile


It’s great, right? I don’t know if this counts as a random act of kindness, necessarily… but in my book, it definitely counts for something. Kudos to the people in this video for making others smile (myself included).



Normally, I don’t go through the process of getting a costume for Halloween. When we were little (after a few years of trick-or-treating under our belts), my parents bribed us out of the typical shenanigans with something along the lines of “If you’ll agree to not dressing up and dragging us around the neighborhood, we’ll buy you each a huge bag of candy of your choice.” It worked out well for both parties, and I have lovely memories of those times. But this year, I made a costume for work,  mostly in an attempt to avoid being the only one who didn’t dress up.


Can you guess what I chose, yet?


That’s right, I was a piñata! Yay! Thanks to this lovely blogger for the inspiration & tutorial, and my coworker Rae for doing my makeup (as you can see in the second photo). It was lots of fun, and I couldn’t have done it alone.

Happy first-day-of-November, everyone. I hope your yesterday was full of tricks and treats and lots of candy.

to sleep, to dream

I recently stumbled upon this incredible project, and now I can’t stop smiling.

Queenie Liao, a Californian freelance artist and photographer, began taking photos of her sleeping son when he was only 3 months old. Using household objects and stuffed animals, she created magical adventures and fantastical worlds for him to explore, imagining that she was giving voice to his dreams. She says,

“My vision was to create a series of photos portraying him exploring his imaginary, enchanting fairytale-like world.“

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I would say she did a pretty incredible job. What do you think?

her morning elegance


Quite possibly the coolest music video ever. Love the song, love the title, love the stop motion wonderfulness. Watch and enjoy.

bending, not breaking


These last few weeks, life has been an in-and-out, up-and-down cycle of work, and sleep, and then work again. I’ve been going, pushing, bending, moving,. Enough so that, once again, I’ve been absent. I hope, beyond all hopes, that the posts will be more regular soon. In my in-between-Wordpress times, though, here are some lovely links for you to enjoy.

here’s a laugh for my fellow IBers

interesting article on anthromorphism

so excited for this show

the wisdom of winnie

i blogged about this, way back when!

such an expressive word

a gorgeous depiction of the brain

woah. just woah.

this silliness made me smile

also, the photo was found here.

thank you, thank you, thank you


Wow! I have officially hit my ‘100 followers’ milestone! I checked today and saw that I had finally plopped over from 98 to 102. Isn’t it funny how a little number like that can make your heart pitter patter?

This little post is just a huge, heartfelt “thank you” to all of you who have taken the time to read, comment, and share your love. Not only to those of you who have clicked that little “follow” button at the top of WordPress, but to friends and family who have found their way through Facebook, and to you one-time viewers who discovered me through StumbleUpon, or Pinterest, or Google Image Search. I see you, and I appreciate you.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring. Thank you for making me smile.

p.s. you’re wonderful.



a tangy bite of sun-kissed tomato

painted bookshelves

indoor gardens, overflowing their containers

the rhythm of married life

exploring new coffee nooks

weekend visits

the upward “poof” of flour, a zest of lemon, an egg cracking

fresh flowers in my blue vase

the salty smell of sunscreen

a chance to rest

photo here.

i choose wellness

What is it about our society that takes pride in being busy, in being stressed, in being overwhelmed? Why do we brag to each other about how little sleep we got? Why do we choose to take on more tasks, fulfill more expectations, participate more, do more? Why do we do it? Why, people, why?


I know, for one, that I do not enjoy being tired. I don’t like being stressed, or having headaches, or getting anxiety attacks. Even the glory of being more stressed out than those around me, though it is satisfying in its own perverted way, is not worth it. I would much rather spend my days in peace and quiet and wellness.

This last two weeks of my life, unfortunately, has been full of the former rather than the latter. I have been working more than usual, attempting to organize our upcoming move, and planning our wedding, too… and every time I think about any one of those three things, I get nasty little anxiety pains in my stomach. And here’s what I’ve realized: the problem is just as much in my reaction to the busyness as it is in the busyness itself. I let myself get worked up by the difficulties of my job, indignant of inconsiderate coworkers and hurt by mean customers. I treat our move as a minefield of potential disasters rather than a chance to start over. I look at my to-do list for the wedding, and, instead of happily tackling one task at a time, I fret about the sheer number of items (73, by the way). And as a result, I’m a snappy, headache-y, isolated stressball. And I do not like it, not at all.

So, instead, I choose wellness. I choose to breathe, I choose to forgive, I choose to let go of my worries. I choose to be full of peace, even if my life is a blur of motion right now.

That is what I choose.

p.s. photo found here.

is there any other way to live?


“I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

-John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

p.s. photo here.


These past few weeks, I feel like my heart has been tinged around the edges with nostalgia. Perhaps it’s because I’m about to transition into a real, grown-up part of my life… the part where I get married. The part where my new husband and I move to a city where we don’t know anybody at all, where we have to find jobs and an apartment and friends all on our own, where we start over, from scratch, for real. Maybe it’s because I’m starting to forget the names of the people I knew in high school, and some even from college. Maybe it’s because it’s been almost a year since I saw any of my best friends, all of whom are thousands of miles away, and because every moment of every day I make new memories without them. Maybe it’s all of that and more.


But, whatever the cause, this bittersweet aching feeling hearkens me back to times scattered all over my history, and the memories are so real that sometimes I feel like I can taste them. It’s like… well, like they’ve been bottled up this whole time.

I close my eyes and I’m at summer camp again, sitting in a small chapel in the hills of Asheville and watching the morning light filter through stained-glass windows. I’m laying in the grass beside Will in Lincoln Park, with the warmth of the afternoon sun on my back, exhausted after a day of exploring the city. I can feel my heart beating as I stand up at my high school graduation, shaping my words in an attempt to tell my classmates that I had grown to love and respect them, despite their hostility towards me throughout those years. I’m surrounded by my 8th grade youth group, our bodies wedged together as we stand on chairs in the back of a worship service, with arms raised. I’m sitting around a table at my apartment in Santa Barbara, sharing a “family dinner” with my dearest friends, laughing and eating sticky toffee pudding and watching the candles drip wax onto the table.

It’s as if I’m reliving my saddest memories, and the ones where I was deliriously happy, and a thousand that lay in the middle of the two poles. It’s everywhere and then it’s gone, and I feel empty, wishing I could have it all back again, and yet full with gratitude for how much I have lived. These are the days, I guess, to reflect on what has shaped me into who I am, before I become as “Mrs.” and start another season of my life.

Here’s to many more memories to come.

p.s. you can find the photo here.