September 17, 2012

Beauty In The World

One of my friend's shared this quote with me...

"To feel life's beauty, then, is to see the beauty of one's own life."

This is one of my favorite trees... truly shows me life's beauty... outside one of my most favorite places to be.....

And another photo...taken last year in the same spot...just appreciating nature, some hot cider, freshly fallen leaves, and a brisk fall day....can you tell how I love this time of year?

September 11, 2012

Autumn Days

It's about that time again. My favorite season of all.  For hot apple cider. Snuggly wool blankets. Warm cozy socks and slippers. Roring crackling fires. Hot chocolate. Pine cones. Crisp fallen leaves crunching underneath your feet during a brisk walk. Taking your boots out of the closet and slipping them on and smelling leather again. Cozying up with your favorite book and your favorite candle and cracking the window so it's cool enough to feel the breeze of fall. Seeing the leaves change, feeling yet another season go by. What great plans do you have this fall? The compulsive cleaner in me found this "Mother of all cleaning lists..." feel free to download and share!
I want all of these blankets!

I simply love this simple, classic fall ensemble. Clean, crisp, timeless, beige trench paired with black skinny ankle pants topped with nude low heels. I love each piece and especially all together....perfect for work or a night out.

Besides all the traditional fall festivites that take place: the football games, freshly sharpened pencils and new buses and apple picking...Fall shopping here and there...Autumn symbolizes a time of gathering and celebrating the beauty in the world. Watching the earth change in color, in weather, and become so beautiful, and prepare itself for winter. This in turn can be symbolic for our lives. Autumn is such a beautiful time to grow, love, learn, change, and sow. Whatever you do this season, enjoy every moment of it. Take a few moments to appreciate the beauty in the changing leaves, the harvest moons, the last days of sleeping with the windows open. Don't forget to take a couple free moments out to appreciate the little things - play in the leaves, pick out a pumpkin, sip some hot chocolate and just be with family and smile.

Fall street here.
Blankets here.
Fall outfit here.

September 9, 2012

Je voudrai flaner avec toi

Just sharing this beautiful celtic cross I picked up at a little boutique in Long Grove this afternoon. How I found it is just as nice of a story as looking at it is. After starting out on my day with my massive to do list, I passed by a sign for this quaint downtown historical district that I had not visited in ages. No, it didn't fit into the plan of my calculated day, but I took the detour anyway and found myself happily lost for an hour. It was the perfect afternoon to spend walking along the cobblestones, in and out of shops...Je voudrai flaner avec toi (en walk around aimlessly without a plan). I love that this cross will always remind me of that day and that choice and the detours of life and finding the beauty on the paths we are given wherever we are.


One of my grandmother's favorite poems. "Myself" by Edgar Albert Guest. It speaks to what I believe in to the core about character. It's about speaking the truth even if your voice shakes. It is about taking a stand for what you believe in, even if you are standing alone. It is easy to go with the masses. It takes no effort to chime in along with the rest and cheer. But to take a stand alone with the wind in your face...or turn your back on what you know is wrong - that is true courage. That is being true to oneself and living authentically. Edgar Albert Guest's poem is below...enjoy.


I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know.
I want to be able as days go by,
always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
and hate myself for the things I have done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
a lot of secrets about myself
and fool myself as I come and go
into thinking no one else will ever know
the kind of person I really am,
I don't want to dress up myself in sham.
I want to go out with my head erect
I want to deserve all men's respect;
but here in the struggle for fame and wealth
I want to be able to like myself.
I don't want to look at myself and know that
I am bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself and so,
whatever happens I want to be
self respecting and conscience free.