First snow. I am a happy, happy girl. :)
Nicholas still likes cooking topless in girly aprons…
Sevenly: Operation Christmas Child
It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of Sevenly (Lord knows I’ve spent a pretty penny there this year), but this week’s cause feels extra special and in need of sharing.
This week only (Dec. 2-9th) any purchase on Sevenly gives a child who would otherwise miss out on Christmas a shoebox full of gifts. Even if you aren’t interested in buying yourself something, consider buying something for a friend or family member. Not only will you knock out a Christmas gift of your own, you’ll be gifting a stranger a Christmas gift, too.
With Christmas being my favorite time of the year, this idea delights me greatly. I hope you’ll all consider participating in this week’s charity. If you were waiting for an opportunity to directly help a stranger, now is the time. Go on, spread some Christmas cheer! :)
It’s that time of year again! Check out these incredible images of snowflakes under a microscope by Alexey Kljatov.
Amazing and beautiful.
I have lots of reasons to feel thankful everyday, but yesterday as my family joined together to eat copious amounts of food I was feeling most thankful for having a family that values gathering together with each other and upholding traditions and my two nephews who can make any dark day brighter.
I hope all of you had as lovely of a Thanksgiving as I did.
The Color Run 2013
This even was even MORE fun than I anticipated. Definitely doing it again the next time it comes through Baltimore!
My sister took several pictures to try and capture the true essence of how cool this coloring looks, but as you can see in the two pictures (unedited, I might add), it looks different every time we snapped the camera. I assure you, though, that it is wicked cool in real life and I’m SO glad my hair dresser was able to come close to what I’d originally wanted.
It’s red, plum, and copper and I’m shocked that I actually love the colors against my skin tone. I really didn’t think I could pull off red being as pale as I am. Anyway, the blue ombre I had for summer was fun, but I’m so much happier with this fall look! :)
Abel’s Newborn Shots
I took the first two at 3 days old and the last three today at 10 days old. They say you’re supposed to take them within the first 10 days and I see why because they’re so much more alert by then. Still, I’m pleased with the end results. I just wish I’d been a better photographer when Gideon was born. I feel bad that he doesn’t have a set like this, too. :/
I consider myself a good dessert baker, but I’m not much of a cook so when I make something as ridiculously good as this, I need to tell you about it. Let go of the sweet image you have of pumpkin and give Pumpkin-Parmesan Stuffed Shells a try. So, so yumful! I promise.
I thought I’d take the time to remind you all that I do commissions, in case anyone wanted to purchase some art for the holidays, be it for yourself or others! I only offer digital pieces currently, but I can send a large, print-ready file upon request for those who’d like to print a copy. Commissions start as low as $15, and I always strive to complete the requested art in under a month. More info about my commissions can be found here. You’re also free to browse my gallery or webcomic, for those of you less acquainted with my art!
I’ve shared my friend Heather’s art several times before, but she does commission work, too! You should check out her work if you’re in need of some custom work done! :)
Someone cruel gave me my dreams last night. I barely stood before a darkened closet, baring skin and soul before its unseen jaws. “You will never be the creature that you were when you were younger,” it whispered.
We get disconnected from our childhood. We tell our stories like we read them in a book but had not lived them. I don’t remember much from then but I do remember what a closet becomes when the lights go off and I know the many things that fill it up.
When we used to have dreams like this we called them nightmares. We ran barefoot through the halls of our house and clung to our parents sheets like they were the only real thing left in the world. And my mother? She would save us, you and I. She would lead us hand in hand through the hallway that made us feel silly for seeming run by shadows and endless only moments before.
And I’m here now, barely standing in the land of dreams before it, and I see you, I see myself as a child sitting inside. Scared. Crying. And you have every reason. Because while we grow up through song and story learning that love is everything in this world and that while we believe it and want it more than any single thing…I know that when we have it, we destroy it.
That when we grow up, you and I, that we cheat. That we find the girl we love and that we lose her because we learn to love ourselves much more. That the friends that we make will drift away once we have leeched them dry. That the mother who turned our darkened scary hallways into pathways to a bedroom will call us and miss us and love us and we will stay hidden. That really, we will be cruel! That in the stories we want told to us before we fall asleep, the heroes are ideals that never get reached and the villains are absolutely ordinary. And we are absolutely ordinary.
And you stare back at me through the closet and into the world that I never really changed and ask me the only thing you want to know. “When we grow up, do we still get scared when the lights go out?”
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