Tuesday, March 29, 2011

g funk...


we made it home from spring break.
a break ago.
ha.
sometimes you feel the need to recover from the recovery.
you know-
the vacay from the vaycay.

but it was right back to the lens right away the next morning
and i swear it has been non-stop since then.

life. love. lens.
on repeat.
not necessarily in that order.
non-stop.

holy stop!
what is this little piece of make-my-heart-smile?
comes in a little brown box stamped with a crown and a "v"
so fitting right?
i'd say so.

natural.
light.
custom.
mixed metals.
organic.
ORIGINAL.
made just for me.

simply stunning.

gasp!
some people know me so well.
and then again-
some don't.

she didn't-
but does now.
over a date with kiddos and frozen yogurt.
imagine that.




junque?
yes please.
g funk?
no funks.
junque?
yes please.

oh, how i love that little island...
not only because it is
quaint, calm, beachy
close to my parents,
fresh, fun, friendly,
and my little loves
L.O.V.E it there.
...as if that's not enough.

maybe too it's
because little precious gifts hail from that
sweet little island.

so do amazing girlfriends.
thank goodness for those.

originals.
100% pure- her talent.
coming from the cutest little one car workshop, just off the alley.
i'm green with envy of this little space.
it's full of junque.

oh!
there are more to come via the mailman.
i can't wait to share
my:
tangled pieces of junque that will adorn this neckline...
which one to wear?
maybe i'll rock all of them-
all at once to play up that "layered" look.
create an impactful run on sentence that makes no sense-
unless you know me and my speak. my tongue. my language. my heart.

words that scream to you with out saying a word.
touch your heart without touching you at all.

you are in suspense.
what's the worry-
i will share when they arrive.

the point:
i do wear my junque proudly.
g funk junque.



around my neck is where i love their arms.
close to my heart is where they are.
always.


less the funk.
all about the junque.
g junque.






ps. images stolen from lovely junque's website. ;)


Tuesday, March 15, 2011

coastal...



hey oooooh!
look who popped in.
can't stay long...
it's BEA.U.TI. FUL
outside.
we have been soooo busy.
riding, walking, running, scooping, tangleing, jumping, eating, shopping, laughing
annnnnd
loving.

loving every minute.

i will say it has been non-stop and so the thought of even blogging and working
well- is out the window.
and by golly LOOK out that window.
gorgeous.
my fingers are typing ever so fast.
so much to catch up on.

horses.
dictionaries.
junque.
yes this is happening friday.
eeeeek!

anyhoo-
currently my kiddos are bouncing off the walls with their new chucks, nerf guns, puzzles,
and anything else tourist gobble up in this great city.

we are off to bask in the glory of the pacific ocean via coronado.

xo,





ps. i have no idea why this post is caddy-whompas but whatev- we got waves to catch.


Tuesday, March 8, 2011

happy as the sun...




how can you not smile after that?!
whew!
darn skippy.
we.are.happy.

lazy bloggin' + lyrics = still makin' you smile


whenever this world gets the best of me
and it all goes wrong
i count down the hours till the time we meet
and i move along
'cause i know that when i see you i will be
happy as the sun, lighter than a feather
walking on the clouds when we are together
every day with you just keeps getting better
the world's as it should be, when are you here with me
here with me
whenever you leave, my heart skips a beat
unless you are here, i am incomplete
like an undone song
Only you inspire the melody in me
happy as the sun, lighter than a feather
walking on the clouds when we are together
every day with you just keeps getting better
the world's as it should be, when are you here
how could i go wrong
when you are here with me
how could I be anything but smiling
i'm happy as the sun, lighter than a feather
walking on the clouds when we are together
every day with you just keeps getting better
the world's as it should be, when are you here with me
the worlds as it should be
when you are here, when you are here
when you are here with me


good.
let that smile grace that beautiful face.


i'm skipping with that little boy after school.
i'm holding my arms wide open while that little girl runs & jumps in them
after crossing the crosswalk.

love my sunshines.


the sun is shining.
now go fra la la in it.
don't forget to smile.
big.




Sunday, March 6, 2011

sauce...



paris, france
circa-
who cares?

take. me. there.
well.
take. we. there.

lex says to me the other day...
wait a sec.
back up.
rewind.

preface

walking through Target the other day and rummaging through the dollar bins
in the front of the store...yeah, you know the ones.
hello! perfect, little, silver, ceramic eiffle tower.
you, eiffel tower, just made me smile.
inspired me.
the "little miss" will love you.
you are coming home with me.
we?
noooo...
oui-
noooo...
we?

ha.
super quick french lesson:
we = yes
oui = the correct spelling
?
it's french.
no dig.
ha.

so much more sexy with that spelling so therefore i'm goin' with it.
it's correctly sexy.

post french lesson:
i bought that little silver eiffel tower for $2.50 for my lex.
{and don't get me started with the $2.50 in the $1 bin- gets me every time}



a rainy day in paris...


she loved it, to say the least.
followed by a...
"mama, i heard that there is a bakery under the eiffel tower
that makes the whole city of paris smell yummy."

my world stops.
hard.

"well, i don't know, mama has never been, but we will go.
me and you."

i die.
choke up.
my heart swells.

not because it's some kind of revelation.
well- maybe it was.
whatever it was.
it touched the inside of my heart.
dreaming, wanting, wondering of paris.
she is 7.

it's a big, huge, gi-normas world out there and she will know it.




it's a culture, a lifestyle, a love.
i want to experience it.
i want her to experience it.

Le savior-faire de style
Le savior-faire culturel

we'll take both.
if only we could purchase this at Target...

{screen blur}

the sights, sounds, smells, people, language, love...
i fall madly in love with the mere thought, let alone my existence in this brilliant city.

the lens craves it as well. i won't lie.
gosh.

big dreams, yes.
completely tangible dreams, yes.

maybe for her 10th birthday?
can i do it?
gonna live like i can.
how amazing would that be?

until then...



we bake.
i realize it's not quite the bakery under the eiffel tower...
but it's home.
homemade.
pie.
pizza pie.
with heavenly sauce.



delicious thin crusted slice of homemade heaven.
yes. it was that good.
admittedly,
i don't even know how the pies are in paris, france...
or how much thin crusted pizza is even consumed there.
but does it matter?
it's paris for pete's sake.

all i know is that my little loved filled casa smelled
"yummy"
as does the city with the bakery under the eiffel tower.


à bientôt à Paris

...until we meet in Paris...







Saturday, March 5, 2011

just because...


well hello saturday morning march 5th.
*sigh*
i think like the rest of the universe, i am saying:
"time is flying"
yes.
flying.
ahhh kite flying...
march?! yes, march.
springtime.
my favorite time of year.
spring cleaning. new growth. shed the layers.
redecorate.
exfoliate the skin.

so this kite...
it's a brightly colored kite blowing in the wind.
swirling, up and down, color everywhere.
it's a beautiful sight.
this colorful kite is flowing in whichever the direction the wind blows it.
loving every minute.
free.
trying to find a steady stream of solid breeze.
but realizing, who really wants that?!
really?
constant. static. life.
that should be an oxymoron.
i think it is in fact.

life.
it should be colorful.
just because.

my colorful life.
i love you.

my life loves heart shaped pancakes.
just because.




my life loves
"love" written in super sweet syrup.
just because.


my life loves these precious little loves.
life is precious love.

"but its precious love, oh its precious love
no i can't let it go,
this is precious love, and its teaching me,
everything i need to know,
this precious love, this precious love,
i can't get enough,
i'm down on my knees, begging you please
to give me some more of that stuff."

-james morrison



i got your precious love
but you are NOT allowed to lick the plate.


now let's go bask in the sunshine and fly a kite.
just because.


happy saturday.







ps. so much good stuff in the air...can't wait to share.