What happens when my beautiful bike is out of commission? A pretty pathetic attempt at DIY.
I want you to know that I am not a planner. As a matter of fact, I hate planning. But when it comes to documenting your trip, some forethought is going to lead to appreciating yourself instead of rolling your eyes at yourself.
Although I am not a big fan of the color yellow, this summer’s optimism has got me taking a second look. I acquired a couple of rough looking furniture pieces recently.
Dear Readers, today I’m excited to tell you that I have posted, for the first time ever, a guest blog post. And who was it that was so kind as to ask me to stop by her blog? The always supportive, always thoughtful, Cheila at Pink for Days! When I got back into blogging after
One of my favorite things about putting an outfit together is creating something that is uniquely mine. I love to have fun with clothes. That’s the point of us not all walking around in uniforms, right? So, if we’ve decided as a society that clothes should be a reflection, then I plan on running
There’s a part of me that likes to see a high number in my drafts folder. There’s something soothing about not having to start from scratch. Knowing that something is needing you in order to feel whole, quite frankly, feels good. You therapists out there can analyze me if you like.
Attention my Most Excellent Readers: My Twitter account is up and running– as far as I can tell. Here was my plan of action: Throughout the past week, I’ve been jotting down in my notebook all the things I would’ve said aloud if someone where actually listening. I like what I’ve got so far. I
So, I walked into my room last night and looked at my bed and thought, What the heck? Honestly, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s always the same issue. My mornings look like this: I stare at my closet trying to figure out which type of a mood I’m in. I settle on something and put
A few years ago, I would’ve described myself as an eternally optimistic go-getter. I actually wasn’t that at all, but that was the way that I saw myself. A spontaneous adventurer. The reality is that I was afraid of taking chances. Real chances. I was terrified of failure. Any type of failure. Especially public failure.
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