Dainty Jewelry Love: Moulton

So I’m all about this whole dainty jewelry trend. Jumping on the wagon and I’m not looking back.

Anyways at TxSC I found out about Moulton. The clouds lifted and the the angels started singing. This jewelry is so beautiful and so simple. Also being from Austin is a huge plus in my book!

How can you not fall in love?! You can wear this with everything. Image above via Moulton Instagram

I’m obsessing over these tiny earrings.

When I’m not dreaming of those bar earrings, the ones above are on my mind.

 

 

 

 

The DIY Five

I love a good DIY. This comes from years of wearing puffy paint sweatshirts and was only drawn out by my stint of working on a major craft store as a client.

So, I present to you the five DIY projects I’m totally crushing on right now. DRUM ROLL PLEASE.

One. These gorgeous leather key rings.

Two. These not-so-prickly paper cacti.

Three. These cool geode rings.

Four. Because I’m still not over this tribal kick, here’s a hip DIY floor pouf.

Five. I can’t help but love this DIY iPad Holder. Perfect for all those plans of baking that turn into Netflix visionaries.

 

My own little corner

Spring is that season where we all go on Pinterest and watch HGTV and think: “Yes I CAN!”

I’m sure I’ll come crashing down from this high in a month, but until then I’m really loving these tribal, boho home trends. (Again, can I just pick up and move to Marfa?). Now sneaking this stuff into the apartment without Casey noticing is a completely different story (commence covert operations).

Two cute beds? Yes please. I call an instant sleepover.

Look at me writing my memoir in this nook. (Use your imaginations people, I mean c’mon!)

 

If your home is going to have southwest vibes a hat rack is a must (DIY is just a plus) for your wide brimmed hats.

 

If all else fails, just surround yourself with cacti. There was a time when almost every week I came home with a new succulent. Just remember less is more…even if your latte induced mind says otherwise.

Etsy: Spring 2015 Edition

I have an Etsy addiction. And to be honest, I have no intention of slowing down any time soon (you can’t judge me).

When you are addicted to Etsy you get really used to forgetting what you ordered because it came from China or Spain or Antarctica or something and arrives a month and half later. It’s like Christmas every damn day.

How rad is this canvas tote? Like for reals. All my farmers market finds can go in it. You know, when I actually go to the farmers market.

I am a working adult woman and this leather lunch sack is perfect to hold my greek yogurt and luna bars (sorry I’m not sorry for how basic that sounds).

Cacti and succulents are the only plants I’ve never killed. So I have a strange affinity for them and want them included in every portion of my life. This cacti necklace is everything I could dream for and is perfect to wear to in Marfa.

 

Everlane |Champions of Red Wine

Let’s talk for five seconds about basics. Not basics, but basic clothing you can wear with everything.

I STRUGGLE with finding quality t-shirts that look good on my body that don’t cost $100. Sorry, I work in marketing, I’m not exactly raking in the dough.

THEN FROM THE HEAVENS COMES EVERLANE. (cue angels singing)

I was skeptical at first. I mean. Look how cool that girl looks? Like maybe I’m not seeing the shirt but her I-attend-ultra-hip-indie-bands-on-the-weekends vibe.

I MEAN REALLY. THAT U NECK THOUGH.

After I ordered my first, I ordered 3 more. (I swear I’m not addicted….)

This tee is so like I brunch with Alexa Chung. Sing it: I believe I can brunch. 

And she’s still like I can rock a middle part and a side part. I want to know what sea salt spray she uses. Or maybe she wakes up that cool? I don’t FREAKING know okay. Jeez.

And because I can’t quench my thirst for Neko Case – here’s some New Pornographers.

 

This Tornado Loves You

The past few months have been really, really sad and the past two weeks have been especially depressing. For reasons I can’t really share.

My heart aches and I’m having trouble finding the joy and passion in things I typically love. Fortunately, I have a wonderful husband and mother who have heard me through these hard times.

Lately, I’ve been in search of inspiration and this is what I have found.

When one door closes, another one opens. I’m trying to find the beauty and the other side of the glass on this one. Twisting the sad into something productive.

Perhaps, this is part of finding my voice. The best stories are from life, and some of my favorites had some very deep valleys.

Celebrate. Celebrate successes big and small. Even just getting myself in my car to yoga class has been a win lately. And that is okay.

Sometimes, it’s not fucking about you. This has been the hardest pill to swallow. I’m sad and hurting, but at the end of the day, this isn’t about me. My energy needs to be focused on those I love.

It’s also okay to listen to Neko Case on full blast in your car and cry the hardest you’ve ever cried. Seriously. It’s okay.