On the day of the Tree of Life Synagogue attack, I was styling a wedding. The severity of the situation began to hit as I tied a blue swag of fabric over a chuppah. A Jewish man and a Dutch woman, and their nearest and dearest, gathered to celebrate love and the hope of a long life together. A full band smiled as they sang and played their instruments. The dance floor emitted a palpable joy. It was the most beautiful contrast to one of the city’s darkest days.
I've been in a "bit" of a cloud, a storm cloud one might even say. I've been in the midst of a BIG, daunting, intimidating and very exciting, dream project. As I try to enjoy the process more, keep one foot in the season and to simply be more present in the moment, I offer you these spring blooms in case you're feeling a little stuck on the uphill too.
Hi! It's been a while, but I'm here, reminding myself I don't write for SEO (as the spam emails feel the need to reiterate for me on the regular). I don't shoot these photos for a weekly Instagram quota. Instead, the blog largely serves as a barometer of my "me" time. Am I expressing myself? Am I sharing time with others? Am I releasing the thoughts and stories in my head? Are there thoughts and stories in my head? Or, am I suffering from a full plate and a serious case of overwhelm?
A little over a year ago, I responded to an email, then went to a coffee shop to meet Lindsey Smith, aka The Food Mood Girl. By the end of the meeting, we were hugging and comparing dog instagram accounts we follow, which is to say, the meeting went well. About a month after that, we rallied in her house to embark on a major project: bringing Lindsey's cookbook to life.
“Like wildflowers; You must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.” -EV* The Urban Farmer has a way of roaming the farm, gathering up…