February 24, 2012

Happy Friday

Happy Friday...

Just a short, simple, sweet one today...

Hope your weekend takes you somewhere lovely, unexpected, romantic, peaceful, and relaxing.

Picture via Pinterest

February 23, 2012

If I were a makeup bag

This make up bag made me swoon. Like gasp out loud "Ohhh myyy".  Kate Spade, how I love you! Your classic simple patterns and styles would empty my bank account any day of the week if I gave in!

This makeup bag is me, if I came in a pattern.

Soft, neutral...but sprinkled with a fun, polka dotted pattern...demure yet sassy with a bold strong brass label...because you have to stand up for something in life and know what you believe in.  Be a lady and soft on the outside...strong on the inside.


Picture via TinyWhiteDaises

Idea

What a wonderful day we might have if we all tried this...


Image via TinyWhiteDaises

Why I Just Do It

"A Woman is often measured by the things she cannot control. 
She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn't curve.
By where she is flat or straight or round.
She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches and ages and number.
By all the outside things that don't ever add up to who she is on the inside.
And so if a woman is to be measured, let her be measured by the thing she can control.
By who she is and who she is trying to become.  Because as every woman knows
Measurements are only statistics and statistics lie."


I like this Nike ad from the past.  As I go through life, I experience seasons. Some short, some long, but typically these seasons are times of growth - spiritual - mental - physical - emotional - growth.  I have been going through a current season on healing in all of these areas. Physically speaking I have been devoting a lot of my spare time in the gym and getting stronger.  I never thought I would say this but I am actually starting to really crave going.



I look forward to my experience at the gym. I have my playlist of work out tunes. My crisp white freshly bleached cotton v-neck t-shirts that I love to work out in. My favorite pair of Lucy hatha yoga pants.  And I set the time on the elliptical for 45 minutes and just go.  When I get tired I think about the above quote.  I think about the times in my life I have had surgery on my back, my nose, my sinuses.  I think about every debilitating migraine. I think about every battle with bronchitis. I think about every hospital visit and how each time I have been there I have wished I were out.  Every broken bone. Every cast. Every sprain. Every time on crutches. Every time I took pain pills to get through a basic day of just walking or standing.  I think about how grateful I am for two strong healthy legs. Strong arms. Lungs. Everything that we might take for granted on a daily basis - think about how you would feel if you were suddenly hospitalized, paralyzed or wheelchair bound.  You would give anything for one day to just run, for freedom to just skip and move without pain. So I do it.  Not because I want to fit into 'those old jeans' or lose x amount of pounds - but really just to move and feel the air in my lungs and my muscles burn...These are the moments that I'm grateful for.   Once you have your health compromised it puts everything in perspective.  The work out then becomes  really about feeling the strength in your muscles again.  Not feeling so chronically fatigued and simply feeling rejuvenated, energized and alive.  It is about my heart pumping and knowing that I am here because I'm blessed to be and I chose to come here and get stronger.  I work out because I truly love that amazing feeling that rushes over me like a wave.  I do it because I only go around this world once in this body and I want to treat it well and respect it.  Fuel it properly, energize it, and heal it.  Because no matter what it looks like, it is worth it.  It's taken me through over 30 years of life and done a pretty good job at that.  It's carried me around pretty safely if I do say and for that I am grateful.  If I can make it stronger and healthier, I'll be damned if I won't do at least that.

Pictures above via my Pinterest Board "Working On My Fitness"



February 15, 2012

The Story

I heard this song recently for the first time and I'm crazy for it! 


The Story - Brandi Carlile





All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what 
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

Lyrics found here

Letting Go Of Worry

A friend tonight could see the worry on my face. Was it that obvious? I was trying to mask it, but I do not do that very well.  I tried to change the subject and deflect. This friend could see right through my antics. Later I received a text reminding me to let it go...and to re-read a passage I had shared with her back about 6 months ago. So here it is, a reminder for myself, and maybe a note of encouragement for you.   {Thank you, Abby.}
One of my favorites, from the Language of Letting Go. by Melodie Beattie.

Letting Go of Worry

What if we knew for certain that everything we're worried about today will work out fine?

What if . . . we had a guarantee that the problem bothering us would be worked out in the most perfect way, and at the best possible time? Furthermore, what if we knew that three years from now we'd be grateful for that problem, and its solution?

What if . . . we knew that even our worst fear would work out for the best?

What if . . . we had a guarantee that everything that's happening, and has happened, in our life was meant to be, planned just for us, and in our best interest?

What if . . . we had a guarantee that the people we love are experiencing exactly what they need in order to become who they're intended to become? Further, what if we had a guarantee that others can be responsible for themselves, and we don't have to control or take responsibility for them?

What if . . . we knew the future was going to be good, and we would have an abundance of resources and guidance to handle whatever comes our way?

What if . . . we knew everything was okay, and we didn't have to worry about a thing? What would we do then?

We'd be free to let go and enjoy life.

Today, I will know that I don't have to worry about anything. If I do worry, I will do it with the understanding that I am choosing to worry, and it is not necessary.
 Picture above via Pinterest.

February 14, 2012

Love the One You're With


Spotted ...falling in love...Chuck and Blair....love these two...

And shifting gears completely, I simply cannot get this song out of my head.  I listen to it about twelve times a day.  It's an itch I cannot scratch... I suppose it has a good underlying message.  Just love the one you're with. Even if it's yourself and you are alone - love yourself. And just be happy! 


If you're down and confused
And you don't remember who you're talking too
Concentration slips away
Cause you're baby is so far away
Well there's a rose in the fisted glove
And the eagle flies with the dove
And if you can't be with the one you love honey
Love the one you're with

Don't be angry - don't be sad
Don't sit crying over good times you've had
There's a girl right next to you
And she's just waiting for something to do

doo doo doo doo
Turn your heartache right into joy
Cause she's just girl and you're a boy
Get it together come on make it nice
You ain't gonna need anymore advice

February 10, 2012

Love You Forever

This story was shared with me from a friend that I have known since before her kids were even a thought..and now she has 3 adorable ones. She loves to read this to her little boy and it is his favorite book to read at night. She says can't get through the book without crying.  I had never heard of the story as it was written long after I was grown up out of the 'nighttime story' years.  I was curious about it though and found the text written out.  Once I read the story, it hit my heart deeply.  I hope that you will love this story as much as I did. I hope that you will share it with your children, grandchildren, and friends.


by Robert Munsch 

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"

But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words. Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!

But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep, she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the mother felt like she was in a zoo!

But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car and drove across town.  If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

(Disclaimer from The Lady & Her Pen...this part above was a little odd...but keep reading :) 

Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song. She sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always...

But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my Mommy you'll be.

When the son came home that night, he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

Above text originally seen here. Picture here.

February 9, 2012

Strength


Seeking strength from others prevents us from finding our own strength.  -
-Georgette Vickstrom

How often do we do this? Lean on someone else when we should be searching within? Ask someone else for advice when we already know the answer? Lean on others for support when we should be leaning on our Faith and ourselves?  It is necessary to have a support system in place, but it is also more important to have a strong support system within yourself. Today I encourage you to find your strength within. I know you have it. 


Above picture of a peaceful path of tranquility seen here

February 8, 2012

Smile


"When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life you have a thousand reasons to smile." -unknown
Picture above via pinterest.

Harvard Book Store Top 100

I’m guilty of it.  Sitting in a doctor’s office and US magazine and People is sitting on the table…. I snatch it up and devour each page …can’t wait to see what the celebs are wearing…what they are eating…what the trends are..what the latest and greatest of anything and everything is.  Who broke up with who? Who is engaged? Who reinvented themselves? Who lost x-number of pounds and has a new lease on life. The trials, the romance, the fashion, the nonsense of these guilty pleasures that I so rarely engage in.   After I am through reading it I often wonder why I even started. Many of the stories are fictional. Many of the pictures are airbrushed. So, in effort to put a little more effort into the words I read and the capacity in while my brain is meant to function, I have found myself yearning for a bit more.  Something more meaningful.

I read somewhere that we should read quality works of writing - classics - and it was suggested to read some of the top schools reading recommendations.  I wandered over to Harvard's website and found this list of "Harvard Book Store Top 100".  Described as 


"In early 2010 Harvard Book Store employees worked together to come up with a list of our favorite books. Each staff member submitted a list of their favorite books of all time, in (rough) order of preference. Their selections were then weighted according to the order and the results were tabulated. It was by no means a perfect system, but it was the best way we could think of to quantify opinions that are in no way quantifiable.  Now, we read a lot, so it was hard to narrow it down. What we came up with are the books that moved us, that changed the way we think about the world, and that we will happily read over and over again. We hope you enjoy them too."


Doesn't that just make you want to pick up one of these, turn off E! and curl up with a blanket and actually learn and step out of your comfort zone? It does for me... There is something magical about a book that, after turning the last page and closing the cover, you clutch to your chest and deeply sigh and think, "I am forever changed".  It's undeniable that I am curious if a few future moments like those rest on this list - to know that I haven't yet experienced that change makes me want to read them all. 


Here are the #1, 2, and 3 spots on their list.  To see the rest of the list, click here




Left to right: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte,  Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut


Pictures above courtesy of Harvard.com 

February 5, 2012

Jcrew Dreams

The Jcrew Cataloge arrived just in time to tempt me.  Although I am completely cut off from my favorite indulgence...here are a few pieces I would love to slip into this spring.



Navy Silk Tabitha Blouse....White Matchstick Jean....and Suede Lucca Sandal in Apricot....I'm in love.

All images via Jcrew.  See the rest of the collection here.

February 2, 2012

A Little Hope

My friend Hope who blogs at Have A Little Hope posted this video and it made me smile and get goosebumps everywhere.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did and that it speaks to you and gives you goosebumps too :)  {Thank you, Hope}



L.O.V.E


It's February and Valentines and Love is in the air.  I saw my first cupid ice sculpture today of the season...which inspired me to post one of my favorite love songs...enjoy...




Picture above here.

TOMS Ballet Flats

I gasped when I saw this ad for TOMS - introducing ballet flats now made by TOMS. Does it get much better?  I want them in black...grey...natural...love them all!

Picture via Nordstrom - see the rest of the TOMS collection here.