So glad you decided to swing by! Here’s a *virtual* cup of something warm and delicious. Most of my current days are spent working on final papers for the semester (reading and writing and editing some more) while also thinking about what dessert I’m going to make for Thanksgiving. Last year I did the classic move of two (homemade, of course) pumpkin pies, but this year I want to do something a little more Southern. Maybe Pecan? Ooh…even better…Jackson Pie! YUM.
I’m staring down my email inbox on a Monday morning, organizing my class workload for the week, and wondering if it’s too early to make myself a second espresso (it’s 9:30am, I think not.) This isn’t what I thought my mid-thirties would look like. Being back in freaking college? All the lol’s.
As if you didn’t already know this, but September is traditionally fashion month. (Because I know “fashion month” is at the top of your priority list…) New York Fashion Week always happens in September and the “September issue” of Vogue is always the thickest and glossiest issue of all. It’s also back-to-school month, which stirs up nostalgia for picking out that first day of school look. Do you remember what you wore to the first day of seventh grade? I do. A black a-line skirt dotted with tiny colorful flowers paired with a black, short sleeved mock-neck sweater from The Limited (and probably low cut sneakers.) I would 100% wear that outfit today.
This September, I’ve decided to route some of my creative energy to my wardrobe. My goals are to 1.) figure out what pieces I don’t wear (or hesitate to wear) and 2.) get more creative with the pieces that I do wear. Here I’m sharing the custom method that I’m crafting as I go along (feel free to implement one or all of these suggestions to your closet!)
1) Tell your story TO someone. Pick one person you love or admire or want to connect with, and write the whole thing directly to them —like you’re writing a letter. 327 more words
I caught this on Elizabeth Gilbert’s Instagram account last week and loved it so much that I stashed it in my “Saved” tab. So glad to catch it here via swissmiss and be able to share it with y’all. For the full post: How To Write by Elizabeth Gilbert — swissmiss
Here’s the thing about blog writing. It gets under your skin a bit and seeps into the corners of your life. You may be living a perfectly normal day: refilling another cup of coffee, responding to an email, taking a walk to the mailbox, choosing the right pair of shoes for the busy day ahead…and then THE question weasels its way in-between the daily tasks, “Should I write about this?”
“For perhaps obvious reasons, I love this painting by Carvaggio immensely–and spent a solid hour looking at it and the companion pieces when in Rome this past month. The standard interpretation is that Matthew is the bearded gentleman on the left, with the hand pointing at himself. But I persist in thinking Matthew is the young man slumped over his coins that he is reluctant to give up, and that the finger points at him.”
Matthew Lee Anderson, “The Path Before Us”
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Hi folks, Sara here. Survivor of 36 summers, including (but not limited to) Tennessee’s Allergy Basin, New Orleans’ Hazy Streets, Southwest China’s rural steam-heat, Thailand’s sizzling streets, and Arizona’s blast-of-oven “dry heat.”
Yesterday, I found myself on my Mom’s patio, chatting with three of my sisters (missing one! xo) while all of our children played in the back yard. One of my sisters held her wee little newborn, another held her chunky seven month old, and the third held her 38 week belly. Standing in the afternoon light, these women were radiant; they were beautiful and strong and insightful and hilariously funny. I couldn’t help but silently marvel at the masterpiece that God produced when he made woman.
As I was leaving the house this morning I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. My rose bush had bloomed! Four new roses waved in the breeze with their delicate pale pink petals splayed out toward the sunshine. The field across the street from our house is dotted with a palette of white, marigold, lavender, and bright green. Every now and then you’ll catch the sight of a regal iris, in all of her violet and gold finery, standing tall along the side of the road. Not sure about your part of the world, but here in Tennessee, spring is in full swing.