jump out into the water and feel alive
howl at the moon
don’t wear makeup and feel beautiful
wear pants instead of a dress
be loud when everyone else is
be quiet when everyone else is
(don’t feel the need to be opposite all of the time)
dance with that boy just because you feel like it, it doesn’t have to mean something
—another thing i wrote in june
you open a window. you make a fresh pot of coffee. you put a record on. you don’t feel altogether sluggish and out of place.
old joy coming back. finally.
or something along those lines.
because sometimes you have to fake it until you make it.
here’s to making it.
— a thing i wrote in june
Shall I bring back Friday Favorites posts??
Well, I am this week anyway.
Happy Friday!
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This article on a woman who keeps 500 plants in her little Brooklyn apartment (thanks for sending this to me Madds... you get me). See my beginning/humble attempt in my instagram above... ;)
52 Ways to Simplify Your Life
The ritual of coffee is such a wonderful thing. Love this little story
How Buying One Thing Can Ruin Your Life
Artifact Uprising's Solidwool calendar does a fiber obsessed girls heart good
I love the idea of Project 333. Would really love to do it at some point. Anyone like to join me?
15 Ethical and Fairtrade Shoe Brands worth taking note of. (Also want to add my personal favorite: Sevilla Smith)
Elizabeth Suzann's story about traveling with her signature pieces from her self made clothing brand.
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chili bowls and super bowls.
sunset drives through the tall crisp grass.
a ship's galley on land.
"to wives and lovers, may they never meet."
salvaged pieces from ships finding their final resting place.
skateboarding lessons after coffee and toast.
whiskery stowaways.
twilight zone time changes.
"well... never forget who you are and where you came from."
bird man.
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photos shot in bowdon, ga with agfa vista 200 35mm film
Back in February I responded to a craigslist ad that my Father, The Sailor, had sent my way in regards to some alpaca wool for sale (I'm telling you what, he just gets me).
So after arranging a time, I grabbed my adventure buddy Meagan and we headed to Whispers of Eden farm.
I wasn't sure what to expect but upon arriving and meeting Mehleh, we pretty much never wanted to leave (never ended up translating to over two hours... but you get the idea).
Mehleh was so friendly and wonderful and gave us an extensive tour. Telling us about farm life, what raising her various animals entailed, and entertaining us with endless charming stories about each of her adorably named creatures. She primarily has goats, and were the ones most willing to be photographed, though I did of course manage to purchase some wool from her alpaca's Scamper and Firecracker.
I've yet to process it into yarn (Five months later... eep...), but now that I finally have a spinning wheel the time for that will soon be approaching.
Meagan snapped this photo of me at the end of our visit and It's a pretty good summing up of our little adventure.
Photos shot in 35mm film
and i wrote and wrote and wrote.
with the rain coming down, pattering on the fire escape and ac unit outside my window.
i had all these thoughts. thoughts i hadn't given space, allowance or room to be expressed.
and now they were rushing, bursting, running, spilling out.
raining thoughts. thoughts of rain.
my borrowed turned stolen tea grew cold as my fingers flew across the keyboard(s).
teaching little fingers how to advance camera shutters, frame shots and create.
flag football in muddy fields with the neighborhood boys.
reading fairytales in bed in diffused afternoon light with close i-already-trust-you cuddles.
bashful side eying turned hand holding turned cheek kissing.
driving west and back, welcomed by little arms and legs being wrapped around my limbs with insistent-genuine exclamations of being sorely missed, despite only recently meeting.
remembering georgia.
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photos shot in atlanta, ga with agfa vista 200 35mm film
It all started when I saw the boat hook that my father, The Sailor, had made for Una.
"Hey this looks like a giant crochet hook..."
Wheels started turning and shortly after he made me a set of beautifully handcrafted crochet hooks for my Birthday. After some more wheels turned, and upon request, he made a much larger one.
So of course, naturally, it's the first product brought to you by Tumblehome.
Each hook is artfully crafted from red oak and poplar, coated with shellac and waxed for an extra smooth finish.
As a final touch, each hook has a sailboat, the Tumblehome logo, burned into the end.
It's light in weight and a great hook for beginner crocheters!
They're each one-of-a-kind and measure 4" around (about 1 ¼" in diameter) and 12" long, which is larger than any hook sold in a craft store (yep, even larger than size Q), so you have so many unique creating possibilities with these beauties that no one else has.
If you'd like to be the owner of one of the few Daughter of A Sailor Crochet Hooks we have, head to the shop!
Happy to have such gorgeous photos that do these beautiful works of art justice.
Thanks to my life photographer Meagan for taking them.
xo
oh my heart, my heart, my heart.
it's so very all-the-way full, overflowing in fact, in that way that only comes around on those once-in-a-lifetime days because of a once-in-a-lifetime event.
oh what a week.
a week of laughter and tears and joy and bittersweet how-is-this-already-here's and how-is-it-already-over's.
but it's not really over, it is in fact just the beginning.
the beginning of a life long adventure.
i'm so incredibly happy for these two wonderful beings. one of whom i've been blessed enough to know for almost a decade now, and as for the other... well as my friend Hannah put it:
"he fist pumped into our lives and stole my favorite dance partner."
but there's no one i'd rather share the dance floor with and welcome into our little rag tag band of a family.
back to her? well... she's one of my persons and i'm so very happy that she's found her as-long-as-they-both-shall-live person. it was such an honor to celebrate their love and commitment with them these last few days. an honor i'm not fully able to express or explain.
i cannot wait to continue doing life with them.
happy to have broken the "once a wedding photographer never a bridesmaid" spell.
i would do it all again in a heartbeat.
A few film photos from a trip to Brooklin Maine around this time last year, which also included a trip to The WoodenBoat School.
Oh how I can't wait to go back in July and gain more inspiration for Tumblehome.
Despite being a lifelong Virginian, Maine is a state I could see myself calling home.
But then again, anywhere on the water is a place I call home.
