So much is happening in my head right… so I thought, hey, why not write about it? Even though I just had a quick Type-A moment and thought, wait! “Candid Coffee Talks” are only supposed to post on Mondays! And then I said, shut up, it’s your blog and you can do what you want. Yes, I had that whole conversation in my head.
So here we go… It’s almost time for the big move. One week from today, I will be hopping on a plane in California with my two youngins to meet my husband (who is driving) in Colorado – our new home state.
Every once in a while, I become obsessed with a particular style and feel like all would be right with the world if I could change my wardrobe to reflect it. What do you want from me? I am woman. I like clothes.
For example, while in the throngs of watching “Friday Night Lights,” I decided that I needed to wear cowboy boots and dresses every day à la Tami Taylor. I tried for a while, but cute Texan in California is kind of hard to pull off. And my feet sweat a lot in those boots on 90 degree days…
So a few months ago, I decided maybe it was time for some new family photos… you know, since I hadn’t gotten any since our son joined the family over a year ago (oops). So I employed the fabulous Will Parris of Parris Studios to take some shots of us.
What a week it’s been! I can’t believe it’s Thursday morning and I am just managing to put up my first post for the week. Turns out that packing up your family of 4 for a move to another state is actually really time consuming. Who knew?
Anyway, this past weekend we had a shindig to celebrate my dad’s recent retirement, and I was in charge of decorations. I was happy to do it, but as soon as I started trying to come up with ideas I realized I had no idea what I was doing. I mean, ask me to throw a Curious George party for a 3 year old and I’m all over it, but retirement? Uh oh.
One of my favorite summer memories as a kid was when my church threw a huge luau for the community. It was pretty hardcore; we had authentic Hawaiian hula dancers and fire dancers, roasted a pig in the ground and learned how to make and swing poi balls. Some of the younger girls (ahem, including me) even led a pig processional in grass skirts and leis… of which I may or may not have pictures (of which I will NOT be sharing).
Ah, another long holiday weekend come and gone. It seems like just when I am settling in to the slow pace and enjoying the relaxation, Monday strikes again. Bummer.
At least we had a nice 4-day weekend, since my husband had both Thursday and Friday off. We celebrated the 4th, started packing for our move to Colorado, ran a bunch of errands, dedicated our little man at church, and spent time with friends and family. It was pretty perfect, come to think of it.
This is so not me; I rarely buy shoes. I would rather spend my money on clothes, and that’s how it usually happens. But in an effort to put together the perfect outfit for our upcoming family photos, I purchased these little ladies. And, um, I love them.
I must admit, I’m getting excited for the 4th of July. Every year we go to a friend’s house and relax while the kids play in the water, eat popsicles, and have fun. We always have a huge spread of food – including a yummy BBQ – followed by a backyard fireworks show for the kids { see last year }.
The entire day evokes the unmistakable feeling of summer; from the smell of sunscreen and charcoal to the sound of the children laughing to the soul-feeding time with friends.
It’s not all pretty dresses and high heels over here, people. When I take pictures for What I Wore Wednesday, it’s usually one of the days that I was leaving the house and put in some effort to get ready. But most days, I wear jeans and a t-shirt since I spend the day with my kids and work in front of my computer in the comfort of my own home.
These pretty little things are the latest addition to my shop. While most of the items in my shop are printables, these are actually printed sets of 8 cards with matching envelopes; each professionally printed on quality brown kraft cardstock.
The inside is blank so you have plenty of room to express your gratitude. Don’t let the written word die out – a handwritten note is still the sweetest kind of gesture!
