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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.

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Can you guess what I chose, yet?

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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.

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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?

apartment love: quilting

Over the last four months, bit by bit, our little apartment has become more and more like a home. Decorating is a slow process, and a long one, but I am still loving every moment of it. It is so satisfying, I’m discovering, to find just the right thing for a space, whether it be a piece of furniture or a lampshade or a framed arrowhead that your husband found way back when. And throughout that process, I am still gleaning bits of inspiration from all over the place (read: Anthropologie’s website). Remember when I shared my love for book pages as decor, in an effort to identify what is distinctively us? Well, here’s another piece of apartment love:

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I struggled, actually, to think of the right word to use when describing this bit of inspiration: quilting? stitching? patchwork? anything that places colored pieces of fabric and/or thread together in a cohesive manner? I’m not sure… but I know that something about it simply appeals to me. It’s homey and bright and just lovely.

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Bohemian, rustic, and cozy.

I love it.

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a poem for you

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To laugh often and much;

to win the respect of intelligent people

and the affection of children;

to earn the appreciation of honest critics

and to endure the betrayal of false friends.

To appreciate beauty;

to find the best in others;

to leave the world a bit better

whether by a healthy child, a garden patch,

or a redeemed social condition;

to know that even one life has breathed easier

because you have lived.

This is to have succeeded.

– Bessie A. Stanley.

p.s. photo here.

apartment love: book pages

Who would have known that “marriage” is code for “now-it’s-time-to-unpack-all-your-things-and-buy-a-mattress-and-a-couch-and-a-thousand-little-tables-and-don’t-forget-about-decorating-too“? Goodness gracious. Well, it is. And now, my foray into life as a Mrs. has been accompanied by a rediscovery of homemaking and organization and decorating… and I must tell you all that, although it comes with its fair share of nervousness, it mostly just makes me smile.

I have always been someone who thrives from creating a “home”. As a child, I’d make little nests in closets, in corners, on top of shelves. I loved decorating my bedroom as a high schooler, my dorm room as a college student, and now… now, I am so excited to begin creating a space that represents Will & I, a home of warmth and inspiration and beauty. And my favorite tip thus far? Embrace the quirky things that make you happy and adopt them as “signature” items (thanks to these lovely folks).

Thus, a new series: apartment love.

Here, I share those things that catch our eye and make us smile. And let’s be honest…by “us”, I mostly mean “me”. But still us, too. First, an old favorite:

book & newspaper pages.

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Lovely, right? It just makes me want to read and decorate all at once.

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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?

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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.

meet-cute, disney style

 

Isn’t it sweet?

This is what I do while my family watches the Superbowl.

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Have you seen Parenthood? To me, this scene sums up family pretty much perfectly.

Talk about tears rolling down my face.

Edit: see this blogger’s perspective on Biblical adoption

can it be both?

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“Look up, look up, look up into the sky, love.
You see that moon shining so high up above us?
It rolls around on account of a bunch of scientific stuff.
I like to think it does just because He loves us.”

 words of poetry by Bradley Hathaway

oh, and I found the photo here.

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I just love Brian Andreas. His work is so good. Here are a few of my favorites. Aren’t they just sweet in a weird sort of way?