The Sunday Currently {1}
reading The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers. For the 3rd time. I’ve told you I’m a sucker for Southern Gothic literature right?
writing hand written notes to some family and friends far away. I’m working on my penmanship. Practice makes perfect.
listening to “Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key” Billy Bragg & Wilco. You should, too.
thinking about everything that needs to be done before we head to Austin, TX in two days!!!
smelling this amazing candle I picked up called “Exotic Woods”. It’s very…. well, woodsy. Think autumn leaves and sandalwood. And I picked it up at Target. Grab one for yourself.
wishing my job description included being a housewife and a stay at home mom to Baci and Misha. They are so incredibly hard to leave every morning. What am I going to do when I have kids?
hoping that as we start mapping out the next 2-5 years of our lives, everything not only falls into place, but goes according to plan. We’ve got some big hopes and dreams and expectations for the last half of our 20’s. So here’s hoping….
wearing a bubble necklace. I am so glad these things are in style. Because they do wonders for my uniform of Minnie’s, a Tippi sweater, and ballet flats. (See image above)
loving my brand new birthday camera. Alex said it best: “I haven’t seen you so excited about a gift since your engagement ring. And this may even top that….” No, Alex, it doesn’t top my engagement ring… but it comes close! I’m still figuring out how to use it, so don’t get too excited yet. This girl’s still very far away from being a Nat Geo photog.
wanting the Tippi Sweater in every color (I’m on my way… current count is 6). And these foxy ladies. Oh em gee.
needing crisp, blustery fall weather. The kind that sends the crimson’s and burnt sienna’s of the leaves twirling and leaping and tumbling to the sidewalk in the ballet performance of the year. The kind that requires thick socks and scarves and rosy cheeks. Where your breathe is just barely noticeable in the air. I need a true fall afternoon.
feeling like life is moving way too fast and everything is happening in haste. S l o w d o w n
clicking on eye poetry. Because when I get a tinge of wanderlust and a stab of nostalgia for Europe, I visit through the eyes of Irene Suchocki. Have you met her yet? We own a few of her prints. She’s amazing.
Thanks to Lauren for starting this. And Ashley for bringing it my way. :)
