Spring: Color Blocking

• Old Navy Color-Blocked Faux Leather Tote
• Old Navy Canvas zip around wallet

I am hopping on the Color Blocking trend, that is heavily saturating the stores, with this cute, cute, cute, tote! It's soft suppleness, tends to make you forget that it's not actually leather, and to some that's a good thing. I adhere to the minimalist fervor, this color blocking philosophy elicits. Plus, this is a clearance item-- I know, what? ($17.99). I have links above, but I just walked into my local Old Navy and purchased it a few days ago. Think: Book bag, Mommy Bag, Beach Bag, Camp Bag, Art supply Bag, Bag Bag (haha!).

The wallet was sitting right under the purse. I was instantly drawn to the textile whimsy and that it was canvas (makes me dream of Spring-time). As a seasonal, or all around wallet trade-in, this is dynamite! (is that a little too wacky of an adjective to use for a wallet?)

What are some of your favorite Spring Trends?

Shit Girls Say - Episode 1

I cried. I cry when I laugh! How are we this transparent?

30th Birthday: Feb. 10,2012

Flowers from my husband with a card that read, "Happy 29th." Funny, real funny. We all know I am repeating my 29th birthday from here on out.

Cupcakes, also from my husband. I love cupcakes for any reason what-so-ever. Nom. Nom.

A long table filled with my Marietta friends and their accompanying dates and poisons.

This is my birthday meal I decided to order: Lobster Linguine. It looks splendid as a picture, but honestly it failed. The Lobster was imitation (what do I expect in Ohio), but what got me down was that it was cold. Warm noodles, cold Lobster, untorn at that, eh, kinda gross. O well.

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None of the drinks and food mattered anyway, just side items to a great night out with friends. I got exactly what I wanted, a gathering of friends and laughing. We even muscled through a band that was pretentiously described as being almost every influence and genre in the book and that's what they sounded like: muddled rock that vibrated our skulls. We migrated to another bar/eatery in Marietta. Much better. Light and bright, acoustic guitar playing, and a Birthday mixed drink that tasted like a watermelon Jolly Rancher, in other words, probably really heavy on the liquor. I am a woos. I drank 1/4 of it before, Jill, a new fun friend, brought me over a shot. I am a woos again, and only managed to drink half. In all honesty, liquor makes me feel like a train wreck, and having to get up with my kiddos the next day and try to be competent, not worth it. So, I finished the evening, baby sipping a Michelob Ultra (my favorite beer, because it doesn't taste too much like beer or anything). I could tell I was getting to my unflattering stage, past the funny ice-breaking rambles, into the slowly rotting tired brain nonsense: enter comment about the weather here, for example. My friend Julia dropped me off. I was happy as a clam and drunk as a skunk. Good times.

Last Day being 29 years old

Words are flowing out like

Endless rain into a paper cup

They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.

Pools of sorrow waves of joy

Are drifting through my opened mind

Possessing and caressing me.

Jai Guru Deva. Om

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light, which

Dance before me like a million eyes,

They call me on and on across the universe.

Thoughts meander like a

Restless wind inside a letter box

They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.

Jai Guru Deva. Om

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter, shades of life

Are ringing through my opened ears

Inciting and inviting me.

Limitless undying love, which

Shines around me like a million suns,

It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai Guru Deva.

Jai Guru Deva.

Jai Guru Deva.

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world

Nothing's gonna change my world

~ The Beatles - Across the Universe

Today I woke up (my last day being 29), after a night broken by a few restless cries--Midnight-ish, 2 a.m.- ish. Not that I wasn't happy to be in the presence of idle time, awake, aware, and lathering in the atmosphere of still feeling, but ever still going, buzzing, clicking, spinning, a slow rock, like a mother does to her baby under the night light moon beam. And so the deep night brings me into the deep thoughts...I am on a planet suspended and fitted in the fabric of gravity and energy. The symphony of the universe never stops, it's always playing, exploding, imploding, enveloping, stretching, soaring, spreading out like a continual spill...hungry for expansion, for growth-- to where? Where is the universe going? Where am I going? Let's just say I lingered with my coffee today a little longer, sat on the couch a little longer, tried to slow down the pace, so I could just revel in my last day of being in my 20s. There was a spike of anxiety and sadness midday. I had to call my sister, Hanna, to just vent. Vent the, "But I don't want to grow up," sulk. Rambled to my husband, and then decided I wanted to go get Mexican food and a Dairy Queen, peanut butter parfait (wow, those things are huge). I am going to end the evening with a movie of my choosing and then wake up 30. Saying I'm thirty tomorrow is going to have the same strange feeling as when I said, "I'm married. I'm a wife," a few years ago. Just like then, I'll get over it and into it.

(Do what makes you prrr. Find your prrrpose! ~ a thought I had today)

My friend, Kim, organized a Happy Birthday card system, where each card has a number on it 1-30, and I am receiving them in the mail, from 30 of my closest friends. To orchestrate such a gesture is lovely and I am truly grateful to have such true and beautiful people in my life. I am tearing up reading all the memories my friends have reminded me of. Time is changing me, but, "Nothing's going to change my world," as The Beatles sang. I don't see my world of love ever changing, it's perfect. Welcome, 30.

Hello New.Year!

I'm starting a new, with the New Year, and moving my blog permanently here. We cool?

Premise: I am writing about all that makes me glow. That internal fire that ceases to diminish. The go. The positive activity. The quint-essential energy of life. In other words, the Good Stuff. Or, take an "O" away, The God Stuff.

I want a place of reflection. The times that were golden and extra-ordinary, mundane or divine. A secret garden if you will (I always loved that movie/book). This does not exactly mean I will never reflect on the sour areas, but I will only bring them here to remember, without them I could never truly be all the way in a grateful, happy state of mind.

So with out further ado,a Collage of some Happy and Fabulous times so far this year. I will tell a small bit about each (go L to R): Sylvia and her boy friend, playing dress up-- cop and princess, perfect. Daddy got new shades from Me-- Merry Christmas Darling! ( He's anything but shady). Sylvia in her brightly colored mis-matched, I am a total Kid, and have better fashion sense than most adults, adorable girl she is, soaking up some unusual, but FABULOUS Sun Rays, January decided to give us (thank you January). Sylvia and Sophie (cousins) hug as they say good bye for the Holidays until ?( Hopefully they will see each other, this Summer, somehow, someway. A bunch of Sylvia's (including Miss Sylvia), friends and their festive 2012 headbands (all about the accessories already!), bringing in the New Year, Loudly, of course! My sisters and I, having a silly pow wow-- that's what we do when we get together. Total nonsense chattering-- God, it's great :) That's me with some of my closest girlfriends in Marietta. Aren't they all stunningly gorgeous? What's that saying about the people make the place?--true dat. Uncle Matthew and soon to be Aunt Vanessa, celebrating their engagement over Thanksgiving. Pss, they are getting married in CABO SAN LUCAS, MEXICO. Just a little bit excited to travel to George Clooney's home away from home in March (heard he has a place there, so it's probably not too shabby*wink*). Ali, Ali, Ali, my baby girl, who as you can see is not so much a baby baby as she was. She looked so Adorable in her Christmas attire, the bouncy girls and scrunched-faced grin are her signature accessories-- please!! stop the Cuteness!! haha!!

You will Laugh or Roll Your Eyes, But...

I am overhauling this journal again in it's infancy. I think my indecision fury is partly due, but by no means the main cause of my fuzzy brain receptors, to pregnancy brain. I know I want two journals, subconsciously knew, but I have figured out the best way to make this happen for myself to feel integrated and whole and all that is centering. This journal will only house my poetry. I haven't written anything new for awhile, a small Autumn poem back in Oct., but I know inside that I am neglecting my favorite way to communicate. Poetry makes me sane. I am going to start archiving my favorite past poems and those that are born in the future. I have a few fun ideas on transfering my spiral bound poems of the past. Stay tuned.

Keep going to To: BE for everthing else going on in my life, my family life, and my life with friends. I would like to say I'm certain of this change's permanency, but I must say there is a miniscule chance it could change again. Let's not count on it though!

I think

You can sense a humble spirit like you can smell clean laundry being pumped from a house.