Yes, some get New York and designer shows. I get imagination play that invites me to share in the fun. Who's the lucky one?!
Friday, September 16, 2011
Fashion Week
Yes, some get New York and designer shows. I get imagination play that invites me to share in the fun. Who's the lucky one?!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Circle of Life
This weekend I have the privilege of coordinating a wedding for two young people. As silly as it sounds, it never gets old to hear the words spoken at a wedding, the promises made and the love that fills the room. Oh, I know that one in two marriages doesn't make it and that there will be struggles in the years to come that no young couple realizes on their wedding day. They still start out with hopefulness and love in their eyes, as they should.
The following weekend I also have the privilege of coordinating a memorial service for a gentleman I have never met. His son contacted me and did a wonderful job of describing his father, his long life and what mattered to him. It has inspired me to create a reception for the family and friends that will be filled with dignity, kindness and a fitting tribute to his father. Some would say one is event is happy ~ a beginning and the other is sad ~ an ending. While this may be true, there is also a level that both are the same. They are celebrations of milestones in our life. We pause from our ordinary time and acknowledge that something has happened here. We celebrate both the beginning and the ending. We do this by gathering with family and friends, telling stories, laughing, crying, and breaking bread. We all become a witness for each other. I can't think of a better gift to give.

The following weekend I also have the privilege of coordinating a memorial service for a gentleman I have never met. His son contacted me and did a wonderful job of describing his father, his long life and what mattered to him. It has inspired me to create a reception for the family and friends that will be filled with dignity, kindness and a fitting tribute to his father. Some would say one is event is happy ~ a beginning and the other is sad ~ an ending. While this may be true, there is also a level that both are the same. They are celebrations of milestones in our life. We pause from our ordinary time and acknowledge that something has happened here. We celebrate both the beginning and the ending. We do this by gathering with family and friends, telling stories, laughing, crying, and breaking bread. We all become a witness for each other. I can't think of a better gift to give.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Hair Raising Thoughts

Hair plays an important part in any women's life. Through the years, I have experienced many different styles, not to mention colors!
When we are young, we are at the mercy of our mother's to make sure our hair looks good. Based upon this picture, that can easily fall as short as these bangs! What was she thinking right before picture day at school?!





The funny thing is, none of us tries to make our hair look silly. Looking back, I can't find many photos that depict hair I would say I actually liked today. Most of them are as embarrassing as the ones I have posted here. Why didn't my family or friends kindly say something? How did they let me go out in public looking like this? It just shows you that styles change and so do we. My husband always reminds me that 10 years from now, I will wish for this body back. He may be right, but I am pretty sure I will never wish for any of these hairstyles back!
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Perfection
"How much good are you missing waiting for perfect?"
I waited several days before blogging about this quote I found. I am a confessed perfectionist and am guilty of the very behavior it addresses. I do like to get things perfect, or as close to it as I can get, in almost every aspect of my life. It is a very stressful way to live. It is, by definition, nearly impossible to attain and sustain in our daily lives. See, things happen. People get sick, friends disappoint us, spouses hurt us, kids don't do what we want them to do. It is far from a perfect world. Why have such an unattainable goal? You set yourself up for constant disappointment. Yet, I am not willing to let go of the possibility of perfection. As I have gotten older (and hopefully a little wiser), I have willed myself to redefine perfection. While, being in a suite in a hotel in Hawaii with our own personal staff, sipping a cocktail on the beach sounds like perfection, I also have to see that having a glass of wine sitting outside while my husband enjoys a cigar poolside, may just be perfection as well. Running a half marathon, while not my fastest time ever, is still being able to run 13.1 miles, a feat I never would have thought possible for me a few years ago. Isn't that close to perfection? Can't I settle on a definition that let's me enjoy the good each day while waiting for the, every now and then, perfection?
Doesn't that sound, well, perfect?!

I waited several days before blogging about this quote I found. I am a confessed perfectionist and am guilty of the very behavior it addresses. I do like to get things perfect, or as close to it as I can get, in almost every aspect of my life. It is a very stressful way to live. It is, by definition, nearly impossible to attain and sustain in our daily lives. See, things happen. People get sick, friends disappoint us, spouses hurt us, kids don't do what we want them to do. It is far from a perfect world. Why have such an unattainable goal? You set yourself up for constant disappointment. Yet, I am not willing to let go of the possibility of perfection. As I have gotten older (and hopefully a little wiser), I have willed myself to redefine perfection. While, being in a suite in a hotel in Hawaii with our own personal staff, sipping a cocktail on the beach sounds like perfection, I also have to see that having a glass of wine sitting outside while my husband enjoys a cigar poolside, may just be perfection as well. Running a half marathon, while not my fastest time ever, is still being able to run 13.1 miles, a feat I never would have thought possible for me a few years ago. Isn't that close to perfection? Can't I settle on a definition that let's me enjoy the good each day while waiting for the, every now and then, perfection?
Doesn't that sound, well, perfect?!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Project Pumpkin
I made this darling set of pumpkins this afternoon. I sanded, painted and embellished them in no time. I love how they came out and plan on making more. Each set will be slightly different. I love decorations for all holidays and these are going to be the latest addition to my fall collection. For some reason, I am especially looking forward to fall this year. Cooler temps, slight breezes, pumpkin spice lattes and the smell of baking in the house. I may even slow down every now and then and just relax and enjoy it!
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