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someone said that tea was a spiritual thing. i agree.


con⋅tent [kuhn-tent]
–adjective 1. satisfied with what one is or has; not wanting more or anything else.
2. British. agreeing; assenting.
3. Archaic. willing.

–verb (used with object)

4. to make content: These things content me.

i could write so many things about this week end; but here are some pictures that speak a million times more than anything i could write.

the heart speaks through silence.


[izzies of course; or chuck and cindy’s wedding beer]





closing with a picture of new shoes from target.


“June loved to tease August about the way she pondered things, how one minute she was talking to you and the next she had slipped into a private world where she turned her thoughts over and over, digesting stuff most white people would choke on. I wanted to say, ‘Teach me how to do that. Teach me how to take all this in.’ ”

There is so much to take in. I want to sit down and observe it flashing by; I want to watch it in slow motion to I can appreciate all of the moments that I missed when my eyes were blinking. Have you ever thought about that, thought about the moments that went by when you blinked?

I take for granted to many things; one thing being my sisters. I’ve never realised what a close relationship I have with them and how special they are. They each have their own talents and perspectives and quirks and habits. Some are good at finding things, and some are not. Some remember, some are stubborn (all of us are stubborn) and some are nerdy. I love them that way.

I love the book, The Secret Life of Bees, one of many reasons being because it describes the beautiful relationship sisters can have. Of course this book is not for everyone. Many books I love other people think are not worth it or worldy (is there a better way to describe it?). It depends on the person’s perspective on different issues and their heart.

Recently Life has been flashing by before me and I struggle to keep up. My best friend graduated on saturday and summer has started and my sister Amy is here and will leave on Wednesday. She is staying a second year at the internship and by the time she is home and living at home again I will be graduated and possible going to college? Sad? Incredibly.

Even though I want to take things in deeper and look at them from every possibly angle I don’t want to over think anything to wrong-ness. Especially my best friend leaving for college or my sister being gone for so long. God has a plan for them; he has a plan for me; not to harm me (or possible, depress and sadden my heart?) but to prosper me and to give me a hope and a future.

I want to ruminate verses like that that so clearly speak peace to my natural worrying-ness.

So before I (or instead off) crying about heavy sad things, here are some pictures I took of my lovelies. Contemplate. Appreciate. Take pictures of your lovelies.



ams spinning; her dress is from israel, along with her shoes and her earrings.



my photography sis, els.




this scarf is from jerusalem from my sis, ams.


p.s. don’t you love the green-ness of the grass? it astounds me and I can’t stop taking pictures of it. this is really in my back yard and I didn’t edit it. yum.

to never take a nap in the middle of the day like that again…


its one of those afterfeelings of jetlag……………………………

this is the story of today: sewing madly. running around madly. tea in between and sore feet.


i like to sew, but sometimes patterns are a pain in the butt and kind of depressing. my favorite kind of sewing is the kind where you only have to adjust or take in, or sew a button or two in a certain place, and viola!!

a new dress to wear to the senior banquet. i love recyling. even as much as i love thirft stores.

i made this out of an old skirt i found that belonged to my mom. i found it in the mending basket. all the dress needs is a belt to make it look like i spend a long time sewing a beautiful vintage dress when really all i did was sew a button to hold it together up top.



(disreguard the  lips. i was sending this to a friend…)


my face is really not worth looking at this morning

this is the extent of my scrap booking skills at the moment:

(we were helping my friend who is graduating in two weeks with her scrapbook. god, don’t remind me that she’ll be gone in a little more than two months.)


mel: my yellow tank top is cooler than your yellow tank top.

el: so what? i like mine better. *stomps over* anyway, technically your tank top is a camisol. *snaps mel’s bra strap REALLY HARD*

mel: ow ow ow ow!!! HEY!