This year, it was all about vintage. Colored lights, tinsel, and the billion and a half old glass ball-shaped ornaments I’ve been collecting for years. I even had the perfect topper: a Santa star wreath from the 60s that my grandma gave me years ago from her own stash.
Here’s the breakdown: Read more
So excited to be featured on RealSimple.com ! They included my woodland Christmas decor in their “How to Fake a Mantel” article and as the representative photo for the article on their Instagram account. Click here to read the Real Simple article (so many cute ideas from other designers!). Click here to read my original post.
The woman was so thin there couldn’t have been room inside for her soul. She was embedded into the stained mattress and wore a thin nightdress soaked through with sweat. I blushed for her: she might as well have been naked, all the good that garment did her.
“Mama.” Albert took off his hat and kissed her cheek. “It’s me.”
She took a deep breath, though the air seemed to grate against her tongue. “More.”
“I didn’t bring any, Mama.”
“Then, why’d you come?” She turned her face away from us all and looked out the streaked window. Read more
Life’s most deafening moments are the quiet ones.
Going through our family albums is one of my favorite pastimes. One day, my brother and I decided to caption them.
kindradoo on Instagram | Twitter | Tumblr
I thought “smile for the camera” meant squeeze your eyes shut. For the record, I am a morning person.
Hey you, little me back in the day, stop waiting for permission. If I could go back and tell you anything, it would be this.
You already are what you dream about being. Still, you wait for somebody to tell you so or else it’s just not real.
All the times you paint something that doesn’t win a ribbon, you are an artist.
All the times you sing and don’t get picked, you are a singer.
All the times you write and hear only nos, you are a writer.
All the times you speak and nobody listens, you still have something to say.
All the times you stand transparent, you are real. You are important.
Little me, there is no one more qualified than you to decide what you are.
So, stop waiting. Claim your title.
You’re everything you dream about being.
The mist clung to her soft as a whisper and as impossible as a forgotten dream.
kindradoo on Instagram | Twitter
Five years and I still dream about you as though you never left. I still pick up the phone to call you. I want to show you the things I make.
You loved this song and I did, too. I love it even more now because it reminds me of the greatest promise we could never ask for. My greatest comfort.
