Happy Friday! I have something extra fun & sparkly to share with you today… :) Logan might just be the most petite bride we’ve ever photographed, but the size of her heart is extra large. Together Logan & David make one of the most joy-filled, totally-smitten-in-love couples we’ve had the pleasure of working with. Their wedding at The Loft on Pine in Long Beach was uber stylish with much thanks to Hallie at La Boheme Events, who made all of Logan’s glitter-filled dreams come true. We would be remiss not to mention the incredible talents of the entire team for Logan & David’s day: Prim & Pixie, Stella Bloom Designs, 1011 Makeup, DJ Kyle Taylor, Sweet & Saucy Shop, Jay’s Catering, and Reverend Barbara Laughray–in short, a wedding vendor dream team. What an incredible, incredible day. :)
One of my goals for 2015 is to spend more time writing. Therefore I started the 52 Weeks Project, a project in which I post one short piece I have recently written every Wednesday in 2015. The above photo was taken at the Georgia O’Keefe Museum in Santa Fe, NM.
Sometimes, all of the time, I avoid writing. I think, “I have nothing to say.” I get up and make myself a cup of tea; I offer to help my husband hang the light fixture. Eventually, I sit back down and wonder if anything will ever come of a woman sitting at her kitchen table typing away at her keyboard.
Of course it will.
I think of the times as a teenager when I would stumble home late, chew on a snack while standing in the refrigerator light, wander upstairs into my dark bedroom and type away for hours in the glow of my computer. At 16 the words came tumbling out of me, bent and bruised and confused. They were my best friends. Where people fell short, the writing never faltered. It was always there, begging to be written; it was always necessary to my existence, this thing that gave comfort and nourishment to my soul.
Sometimes I would paint, borrowing supplies and brushes from my mother’s old stash. It was never a question of whether or not I could create something from acrylic or oil, but simply a matter of doing it. Like a child who plays or dances or draws just because she can, I made things with my hands without comparing, without wondering what would come of the final product.
Tonight I painted. Chunky white acrylic spread from my brush on to the canvas and I smeared my finger into the paint, blending. Light blue & grey, a dab of ochre.
Sometimes I wonder if anything will ever come of a woman smearing her hands on canvas.
Of course it will.
Friends, I feel like I owe you an apology. When I started the 52 Weeks Project at the beginning of the year, I wasn’t anticipating that we would shortly be selling our house, buying a new one, packing up & MOVING. But, for various reasons, we decided to take that plunge! We aren’t going far and nothing is changing in our business, but the stress of it all (not to mention the roller coaster ride that is house hunting) took a real toll on me in February. Thankfully, the end is in sight, we are moving soon, and we are excited.
With that being said, I just wanted to take a moment to say I’m sorry that moving interrupted the 52 Weeks Project. Even though it’s just a personal little writing project, I’ve had a few of you ask me about it, so I just wanted to give you an update & explanation. In the midst of house-hunting last month, I had expressed to Nate my desire to give myself a break from the project. The combination of running a business, selling our home & hunting for a new one was taking up all of my energy. And Nate had said to me, “I think you need to cut yourself some slack.” And he was right. So I did just that. I took a break from the project + a much-needed break from social media, which I had never done before. And now? I’m feeling so much better as our plans are coming together, and I’m ready to move forward again.
We still have to move here shortly and get our new home set up, but I’m going to try my best to jump back into this project and keep posting to the best of my abilities during this time. I hope you’ll all give me the same grace I’ve had to give to myself. As I’ve grown older, I’ve realized that the idea is not nearly so much about the final number as it is about the progress. The whole shoot-for-the-moon, land-in-the-stars concept..I really believe it to be true. :) This personal writing project has already been inspiring to me in so many ways.
And because I’m nostalgic, I thought I’d share a few photos of our current house. We put a lot of work into it, and while we didn’t finish everything we imagined we would, we have loved the heck out of this house and loved the heck out of each other while living here. Oh, memories.