The Practice of Everyday Life

My Style Inspirations for Summer.....

I thought nothing would come of the day. I wrote I post I have not re-read since and laid in bed for hours, wasting the day. Drowning in tears lost in thought. Hypocrite. No. So I got up and went to a place I had discovered only the day before. The place you go to find God. Great. Thats the person I need to talk to most. So I went. He was there. I thought. I wrote. I prayed. I cried. Pushing though what had kept me in bed. my own mind.

Here are some images of that sacred space:

I shivered. As soon as I sat down to write this post I shivered. I have been thinking about the last post I wrote wondering what is really says. If it's as I remembered. If it is scarred by typos and incomplete sentences. I am not ready to read it.

I wrote it because I am not 10 or 15 years out. I am not finished with the journey and I wish I could find something similar. someone similar. while hiding behind my computer screen. You see my words but not my heart. Its bruised and bloodied not ready for reemergence.

The road to recovery is different for each individual. The experience is different and so it the time frame. So I have been told at nauseam. Why is my road this long and how much longer will it be. Why at this time in this place does it bubble up and ooze out. Foul.

"How long will this last." You were talking about this process. I think. How dare you. I the space between your arms I felt truly safe. but this has lasted to long. your gone. How dare you.

My dream big brother.
Nothing makes me feel more nineties than singing along to dream lover.
Lalalala llllaaaaa.

we would paint together then listen to poetry eat raw red peppers then look at the star *sigh*....(check out that outie lol)
 Girlfriends (the original). Max is truth.


The Original. I need the hat so bad. Im pretty sure Rihanna is inspired by the picture too actually.

I am slowing forming my philosophy on parenting. I figure by the time he is 20 or so I should have a concrete philosophy. I have been looking up articles about parenting and I came across one I really like Just Parent, No Philosophy. Here is a quote from the piece:

"I believe the real reason that Gracie, her brothers and our kids all turned out O.K. is that it never really mattered whether they sucked it up or were coddled. What mattered was that their parents were all sitting on the bleachers that day. And on many, many (although certainly not all), other days as well. Whichever expert’s philosophy you feel most comfortable with, or whether you choose to make up your own, the single truth that applies to them all is that your kids need you to be on the metaphorical bleachers, cheering them on."

Here are some images I took on one of our adventures: 

Today I found myself walking to my friend Brians concert after class. The concert was amazing, I had never heard him sing at it was truly a blessing. After a quick lunch I wandered over to Anatomy to visit my girl, Amber who owns it. It is the perfect little friendly place and I had such a good time. Great music, great friends, great food, and great fashion.

 My Favorite (Handmade!) Shirt by my Astrid&Grey partner, Chi




 An assortment of pretty things. As a geographer I had to make sure to get the globe and Indiana Map.





My friend Brian, the Pianist (I did not get his name but he was truly talented), and me at the recital. IU has such great Art of every kind I will be sure to share it with you. Check out the short chip below.  

Have a great day.