positive pointing #36: snarls

(I'm thankful for photos
that make me laugh and shake my head.
and remind me not to take too much seriously.)


sienna, please don't ever lose that breathless charm.
or that creepy, gollum-like snarl with the accompanying wimpy little claw-hand.

cutie bumpkin

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if i ever call you a "cutie bumpkin" it is because you resemble this whimsical creature.
I think most beauty rests in the perfect balance of opposites.

A little black, a little white
Torn jeans, a delicate top
A dress and chunky boots
a beautiful, young table with mismatched, aging chairs
A bit of glitter, a bit of tangle
A little sweet, a little salt
fresh green wall paint and an old clock
a bit of delicate lace, a rough bit of leather


skinny black jeans & a popped collar with rosy cheeks, a sheepish smile and a hint of curl.

it just works.
it just makes me happy.

positive pointing #35: my boy

I am thankful for a boy who gives me his $600 paycheck and excitedly tells me "go buy your wedding dress!" before I've had the chance to properly greet him or sit down to dinner with him in the late afternoon. I'm not sure that the groom traditionally buys the bride's dress. I'm not sure what I did to deserve such kindness and generosity from a boy I've known only 3 years. I don't know how much dresses usually cost, what I will spend or which sort of style I want. but I do know that I'd dress up in a white sheet as long as I knew the aisle ended with eric.

positive pointing #34: sparkle sparkle

I'm thankful for a boy with a ring in his pocket
and how one unassuming sidewalk splashed with white sunshine
and deeply submerged in the hush of a sunday afternoon
became the ground upon which one chapter of my life ended
and this new one began.

he calls me his girl-love.

well, he's my rockstar.

positive pointing #33: untraditional!

I'm am thankful for glorious color and outrageous ideas that enable "normal" to reinvent itself.

A rich lime green + white accents + a paper mache peacock + polka dot shower curtain + a blooming, striped trashcan. suddenly, the normal isn't normal anymore. It's not just a bathroom. It's the three dimensional equivalent to I-just-discovered-this-song-and-i-can't-get-enough-of-it. It's a tad of of the excitement you feel at the arrival gate of an airport, a tiny splash of christmas morning anticipation, a little of the happiness you get from mom-made blueberry pancakes on saturday morning and the pressing feeling that there is a heaven and this is a tiny piece of it.

I packaged Invisible Children

Grace, Sunday, Innocent and Rosaline

Invisible Children Logo

Each case had the child's name attatched to a piece of rope that was..

connected to their story inside.