to the artist, ready to give up.

To the artists---

Today I'm thinking about the artists. Of any and every medium. The painters, writers, musicians, actors and actresses, the dancers, and the photographers. The artists who are struggling. Who have doubts, insecurities, and are all too aware of their shortcomings and flaws. You know who you are.

I recently saw a post that described the creative process as something like this:

Oversized Blue Gingham Dress Refashion

I know I often start my posts referring to that given day being "one of those days." And over time and across those posts, I've used "one of those days" to mean a lot of different things. It's been used to refer to good days, bad days, crazy days & dreamy days. Mom life days and "this is my life??" days. But... for reals, guys. Today was one of those days. In the best, best possible way. 

One of those days when you feel a spark, a light, a flame. An idea, a dream, an inspiration. When a tiny vision sprouts in your mind and over the course of a couple hours of thinking and dreaming and talking it out, that vision grows and blooms and can barely be contained in that head of yours. When, for once, your dream matches up with your husband's and you're in awe at how good it feels to both of you. 

Those are the kinds of days you have to scribble about across the empty pages in your journal. The kind that make your

WHEN THINGS DON'T GO TO PLAN: Tales of a Dress Mess

There's a drawer in my closet filled to the brim with failed projects.

Yep, you read that right. Failed projects. Tops, skirts, dresses with accidental holes, scorch marks, ruined necklines, knotted stitches, and uneven hems. A drawer full of abandoned, unfinished, frustrated endeavors that didn't go according to plan.

Why am I sharing this?

I've been thinking a lot these past few weeks about selective reality. About the false picture that things like Instagram, Snapchat, and Pinterest create for a person's life. 

We fill our social media accounts with perfectly filtered photos and perfectly happy posts. I'm guilty of it, too. It's easy to fall prey to the delusion of "perfect". If you're anything like me, you've admired someone's pictures, someone's posts and found

Our NICU Story + Making "Little Comforts"

I went in for a routine weekly exam on Thursday, Jan 26. I had always had this unexplainable inkling that G was going to come early, but at 37 weeks, I thought I still had time. At my checkup, however, the Doctor was concerned about my blood pressure. I remember them checking it 3 or 4 times, and one of the times it was something ridiculous like 160/100. So, my doctor sent me over to the Labor and Delivery ward at the hospital so they could monitor me and test for preeclampsia. They found that I did in fact have preeclampsia and I was in the early stages of labor already. They admitted me and broke my

BLUE + WHITE KEYHOLE DRESS

Happy Sunday! 

Ahhh... Sundays. I look forward to this day every week. It's a day for rest, spiritual rejuvenation, family time, and inspiration. By the time I get to Sunday every week, I feel drained and tired and just overwhelmed by chores and work and everything going on. Sunday always seems to come right in time to create a "pause" and recenter me + my family. 

This Sunday is especially special because I'll be watching this. It's one of my favorite things to happen twice a year. I always