Thrifting Adventures

Thrifting seems to be very popular in the blogging world-- and it's always been popular with me. Ever since I was about 9 or 10, I would cheerfully follow my mom to various sales and antique stores, trying to look very grown up so as not to receive dirty looks that said you're too young and you're going to knock something over! So I always picked things up with the most delicate touch, and 'ooh'ed quietly.

This morning, my sister and I dragged ourselves out of bed to go on a little thrifting adventure. We piled in the car with my mom and drove around town to a couple of sales. The first was fairly pathetic, so we moved on. But the second one was very vintage, run by an adorable old lady. She chatted with us, and I think she made the whole excursion worth our time.

At the end of the day, my sister and I each ended up with a little treasure. I got the book Christy, by Catherine Marshall (which I had actually been looking for) and my sister got a little stuffed cat, made out of vintage fabric with a face stitched on: a grand total of $1.25. I do believe it was worth our time.

Do you like thrifting? What's your favorite thrifted treasure?

xo,
Lindsey

homemade board games

My little brother has been getting creative lately. He molded up some game pieces and set up a board game and wrote out all the game rules based off a Lego Heroica game he has. It's the prototype, he says. He also made crème brûlée  earlier today and so as I was eating that (which by the way, turned out so great) and watching my dad and brother play his board game from the counter, I realized that I should really be taking pictures.

 

I always think that board games bond people. That's what I like about them. :)

Also, wishing you a happy Easter! {Saturday I'll be playing the Easter bunny at church.}

with love and kisses, hayley

the power of unspoken

please, don't feel the need to say anything. bask in the silence. explore the world in which words are not mandatory. i find that in life, words are not needed as much as it is let on. we can just as easily communicate with our bodies, and with our emotions, and those words that are produced can be much more powerful than the words that are made with our mouths. this morning, i've had the privilege to explore such a world. i've let music communicate. writings. the way the birds stare at me from their perches outside. i've had the chance to blink and a photograph -memory- has been etched into my brain. i've watched the sun make patterns on the driveway; the clouds travel from one town to the next. and you know what? it's beautiful.

there is a mixture of pleasure and awe when it comes to the power of the unspoken. a euphoria that wraps itself around you, warming you, comforting you; in that moment you find you don't need anything else. silence. and it truly is golden.

xoxoxo,
jocee

cue the music

the music begins. i sway back and forth to the sound of the Mexican folk music, a smile slowly spreading across my face as each girl moves to their place in line, just the way they rehearsed. the costumes are so bright and colorful, each one representing a different state in Mexico. pride bubbles up inside of me as i watch my little sister carefully balance a real glass of water on her head as she dances. each girl in the class had to balance a glass of water, and i waited for one to fall. nothing. the dance was perfect. perfect. i tried to hold back the happy tears that came as their teacher told everyone in the room just how proud she was of each of her students. this was the first group she had taught since her mama died a year and a half ago. a lone tear fell done my cheek. it was so beautiful, they were all so beautiful. this is a sweet memory that i will cherish forever.

xoxo,

gracie

old photos

 For the past few months, my parents have been scanning in old slides.  We've laughed at all the pictures and smiled at all the memories my mom has from her childhood.  It's so cool to think that these things happened years ago, and we can still "re-live" them through photographs.  It makes me happy to think that the pictures I take now will bring back memories later on.  It's just one of the reason photography is so cool.

xo,

abby

(p.s. - sorry we're so late today!)   

have a flower pressing party with yourself.

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Because when your back yard just exploded flowers, what else is there to do?
xo. Megan Kristine