splish. splash. running along the warm shine of the nectarine sky. splish. splash. amber locks wave, pinwheels spin. splish. splash. gray peace trims away at the lamb’s ear. splish. splash. sweet potato begs the question. precious. nectarine sky. .     .     .     .     .  written  at the FEAST retreat. [...]

i paint my own reality. the only thing i know is that i paint because i need to, and i paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration. frida kahlo .     .     .     .     . one. the blue sky that has graced the middle for [...]

today. join me over at SEEK YOUR COURSE for a bit of happy! a little printable affirmation to add a bit of shine to your week. hop on over and get yours! .     .     .     .     .     . the feast retreat pretty much rocked in [...]

hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops… at all.  ~emily dickinson .     .     .     .     . hello over there. today. today. what are you up to today. i am up to….running to the [...]

the first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same.  :: story people .     .      .     .     . it is a soft little monday over here. i actually overslept. by a lot. not that i had anywhere to [...]

seven. sunday. love. .     .     .     .     . one. a little friday nite left hand brewing milk stout and a turquoise ceramic egg tray. make for a happy friday. two. be true. to you. three. the effects of 20.5 less is good for my soul. four. paper flower color bombs. five.  [...]

a good painting to me has always been like a friend. it keeps me company, comforts and inspires. ..hedy lamarr .. .     .     .     .     .     . oh happy happy friday! it has been a really good week over here. crazy busy like always. phone calls, [...]

sometimes i take a page from my journal. something that has been tucked away and most days forgotten… sometimes i bring it to life. today. she dances along the edges of this moleskine. and some days, a day like today. i add them to the shop. .     .     .     [...]

and so it begins.. the beginning layers.. a vintage headboard dreaming of a new life. a girl with pink hair (i just can’t help myself.) a little splash of happy. here and there. their own story applied. dont’ wake me. carries their story. love that part. .     .     .     [...]