:: watching youtube videos with a little one curled up on my lap ::
:: no more diapers :: going out with no accidents ::
:: early bedtimes ::
:: finding old notes :: creativity forgotten and found again ::
:: sun pouring into my bedroom window to wake me ::
:: decisions made together :: promises ::
I have been trying to be more green, reduce my carbon foot step, and lower my intake of just plain old stuff.
This has been rather troubling lately because our toaster broke making it so we had to stand and hold the lever down to toast our bread. It only takes three extra minutes of a day. Still, that is three minutes that could be the difference between wet toddler pants and dry toddler pants.
So I researched and found the above toaster that is basically heaven sent. It is pretty, cooks a lot of bread at once and it is at my local Costco. It is lovely.
However, my conscience kicked in and I did not want to send a toaster to the land fills. I don’t think they decompose well and I don’t know what I am supposed to do with it. Also, there is probably some four year old somewhere who made it and the new one. It was just a nagging feeling, and I would have loved to welcome a new beautiful product into my home.
Instead, I got out a screw driver took it apart and fixed it myself. Can you believe it? Suddenly it is the good karma toaster and just as beautiful as the other. I am so proud.
Isn’t this the bedroom sweet dreams are made of?
I love the dark floors and white of everything else. But the splashes of colors are just so delicious. This is the kind of decorating I float towards on a fluffy white bedspread.
This photo is from the bedroom planning at Ikea.
sometimes when one person is missing,
the whole world seems depopulated.
:: lamartine ::
you will be missed.
I was tagged by Robin of RedRobinLand because I fit into the following: if you are feeling hum-drum, despondent, left-out, lackluster, dingy, lethargic, or morose. Okay, apathetic too.
one: jj and I are not True Aggies together. In fact, jj is not a True Aggie at all, even though we both graduated from here.
two: I want to be better.
three: I like clutter in small amounts. The perfectly clean and shiny house freaks me out a little bit. I feel like I cannot sit down. Or laugh. Or play. Or be myself. And where do I put my purse? It does not match your love seat?
four: I am doing this instead of planning a lesson for church tomorrow.
five: My own open wounds freak me out so bad that I start to feel like I am going to passout. However, I can calmly handle all blood that is Gentry’s.
six: I still have love letters from boys as far back as junior high. I go through them every year-ish and get rid of ones that are no longer sentimental.
seven: I would rather stay at home and read a book with a cup of tea by my side and a warm blanket on my lap, than do pretty much anything else. Except maybe getting ice cream.
eight: My favorite color is starting to emerge as white and textures there of.
I am tagging all those who feel the same as me and fit into the list above.
jj: Their entry level speakers are $500 – 800 per pair.
m : Do they really sound that much better?
jj: Some audiophiles would say they are a lot better speakers.
m : Like pedophiles?
jj: Yes. Audiophiles are like pedophiles.
Wow, friends! Thanks for all the shoe love. I want to wear them so badly, but cannot since my area is buried in at least a foot of snow.
I wanted to share the following blog with you all. It is the wedding blog Style Me Pretty, and the most beautiful one I have seen. I use it for daily inspiration of the beautiful.
Today they are featuring a green wedding and I love the way she has used old mason, jars, tin cans, and everyday objects in such a classy beautiful way. These pictures are from the wedding planner Alice Charlier.
I went shoe shopping yesterday and there were such good deal I got three, and I am basically in love. Are these not the cutest shoes you have ever seen? The red ones remind me of Marie Antoinette, which is such an extravagantly beautiful movie. I love the visual candy of it. So here is to my own foot candy.
In the new issue of Real Simple Magazine, there is an article titled Love Letters. A couple writes each other a love letter, kind of a chronological history of their love.
The husbands letter ends with the following:
“It’s for you,” said my housemate nearly two decades ago, holding out the phone, looking frazzled. She didn’t say who you were or explain your offer. She just wanted to pass you on and get back to her work.
Happy to oblige, I stood up and took the phone, “Hello? I said, to my life.
Love, Dan
