I'm feeling fanciful and dreamy today, so why not play a fun little survival game. The ultimate question, "What ten things would you take if you knew you were headed to a deserted island for two weeks." After some thought and forward planning, here's what I came up with.
It's quiet, there are no sounds around me other than the splash of the waves. Of course, I'm going to want a lighter for some amazing bonfires at night. The show for each evening will be the twinkling stars dancing within the sky, but once again I may need some warmth, so a lighter is a must.
2. Sleeping Bag
Sleeping is a must, and I don't want funny things that crawl around in the night to touch my feet so yep a sleeping bag made the list. Not one of those cheap ones either I want one of the ones that I can make a cocoon out of the ones that zip all the way around cuz I don't want any of that creepy-crawly shit on my face either!
Come on we are talking about a tropical paradise hopefully. So, of course, I'm going to need a towel to dry off all that ocean water with. Lazy days, slow swims, no internet, no phones, just me and nature-loving the day.
4. Sun Screen
Days in the sun sound heavenly until the first sign of a 3ers degree burn, which is why sunscreen is an absolute must-have for any adventure on an island.
I'm not sure what titles I would grab. I would probably be okay with anything, just as long as there is something to occupy my mind with. Something that will allow me to transport into another time and place. To see others in a new light, even if they are fictional characters.
6. Solar Charger
I'm going to need this so I can boost up the radio for when I'm finished reading and am looking for a little joyful noise to keep the happy spirits alive. It's all fun and games until I want to call it quits and go home to those I love!
I need to make sure I can cut up some firewood for warmth and well as for those hugs ass bonfires I was talking about earlier. The other thing to probably consider is that mother nature is unpredictable. Which means the rain might come leaving me with the need for some type of shelter.
8. 2 Way Radio
I love background noise, so I just wanna listen to what's going on out there. What are other people talking about? What does there everyday look like? When I am done snooping and dancing, I am going to want to be able to call someone!
I'm not the let us go hunt a wild boar kinda girl. Therefore boxes of oatmeal will be just fine by me.
10. Water Filtration System
Clean water is essential, and it is a desert island, after all. The sun is a nonstop hot and harsh threat to your well being. Making hydration one of the most important things to keep in mind and to make sure I have access to while out playing in the water and building sandcastles.
What would you take with you for two weeks on a deserted island? Was there anything on my list that was a definite yes, or a definite no you need this instead. Let us know @ThavinMarcob
What I think should happen rarely does, and what I hope to happen isn't exactly what I had pictured. That pesky Expectation vs. Reality standard is a real downer sometimes. We all know that feeling of hoping, dreaming, fantasizing about something for it to happen in no way, shape, or form like you had imagined. We all can recall that sinking feeling in our hearts and stomachs that in an instance, seemed to wipe away all the joy within us.
Expectation vs. Reality it's something we all know of, something we can all relate too, and yet something we can never seem to sneak past no matter how knowingly we are.
New Recipes Dreams Up A Chief In All Of Us
We have each found ourselves hours into a Pinterest vortex hunting for that perfect recipe for Sunday dinner. That ahhhaaa filling you as you finally find the perfect recipe. You find your confidence and excitement to grow as you write down your shopping list and head out to the market to find all that you need. The moment finally comes, your set up in the kitchen practically ready to start filming your recipe like you are a well known and renown chief. Slight hesitation creeps in as you check back to the instructions, but still, your beaming triumphant smile can be spotted. With a baking timer set, you gleefully bounce off to slip on something a little sexy. When the moment finally comes, and the buzzing of the timer rings through your home. Hopeful eyes and steady hands open the oven only to be greeted by an unexpected dish. To immediately be struck down in confidence, you hold hope that while it may not be visually appealing, it will still be delicious. As that small bite-sized piece of your creation passes your lips, it's full level of flavors hits you, "Ohhh." The dish that you spent hours looking for and quite a few pennies on is not even edible. Fantasies of a delicious meal before your eyes clouded your mind and when the reality of your culinary skills was laid before you, you couldn't help but to feel defeated.
I have fallen victim to recipe disasters multiple times. The last was a chicken recipe; it was just chicken and rice. I thought it was going to be a fun take on a beloved and well-known favorite in my house. Only to be saddened that I'd have to probably eat a pb&j when the first taste of chicken entered my mouth.
Hopeful, but Prepared
When my boastful inner chief creeps out and takes over my kitchen, I do my best to make sure she stays in check. I try to remind myself that when it comes to new recipes, I have a 50/50 chance of loving it. I also like to remind myself that just because I may not like it does not mean that I suck at cooking. Sometimes I pick out recipes that sound amazing, but when the flavors hit my taste buds, I am left making a hilarious disgusted face while my sons are left with happy bellies.
High hopes and guaranteed thoughts of delightfulness are any easy way to bruise your ego and heart. Do y our best to be mindful and optimistic when in the kitchen. Nothing is a sure thing, but everything can be a lesson.
I enjoyed the kids when they were little; they were these amazing little me's running around the house, wreaking havoc and filling the house with laughter every day. When they all come home now as adults, and I hear that late-night music of laughter takes me back to those days. It reminds me of the old days that passed by too quickly. I'd don't like it, but I expected it.
My Reality vs. Actual Reality
The reality is I only remember the good times. I tend to ignore the month they were all sick one right after the other, where I was in heaven with just five minutes in the shower with hot running water cleaning all the puke off of me. Hell, I was thrilled just to find a clean shirt that month.
The sound of little feet running across the house is one I miss tremendously.
The reality of my every day when they were younger didn't always fill m with immense joy. In reality, when they were younger, my house sounded more like a heard of elephants trampling in every which direction. At least 50 times a day they were racing towards me to complain about their sibling doing something. I can remember thinking irritatingly, "Did you guys not just have this fight yesterday?" While now I miss that loud thumping sound, back when it was my everyday reality, I interpreted it as a warning call. Prepare for all hell because I didn't know what was going to come storming through that door and didn't know in what kind of mood they were going to be in.
My Expectations vs. My Memories vs. Actual Reality
In actual reality I am a pretty decent chief who can sometimes really suck or really wow. I am also a mom of five very different and unique children. Sometime my dreamer side takes off leaving behind the facts of reality only to leave me feeling defeated when it rears back around. I do my best, but sometimes it's a lesson that I need to be reminded of again. When my house is once again filled with laughter and footsteps. My mind fills with all of the happy memories of their childhoods. It cleverly forgets to remind me of all the terror they caused, that is until the arguments start and I am remind that they still fight about the same shit from when they were 5. Reality is tricky, which is why it is understandable when it seems to escape your grasp every now and again.
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We have actually chatted about those freaken outdated fashion rules on here before. Although I have a hunch that there are still some of us holding onto them as if they came from some fashion rule book. So today I'm here to give you the absolute best golden rules for fashion.
Expensive Or Not
We all have to live within budgets. It's not a just you thing; it's an everyone thing. Everyone's budgets are different based off of their unique standing. I know that sometimes we can find ourselves in a headspace of expensive is better, but it's important to remember that the price tag does not hold as much value as you think. If you can buy it in the moment good for you, if you have to wait and save a bit, that's okay too, if you opted for a cheaper version then who gives a damn. Fashion is about your individual self-expression, not how much money you make.
Bras Are Sexy
I spent years in those boring breastfeeding bras, which might be a part of the reason I am into all of the sexy freeing bras that are available in retail. We live in an age where if you don't need to cover your bra straps because it is just too risky for the public. If you got it and want to, flaunt it, style up a see-through shirt with a lacy bralette, rock standard straps with a racerback tank top. It's your body and your bra, do what you want.
Who The Fuck Cares If You're Tall Or Short
I am relatively short, which is why 50% of the time, you will spot me in heels; this is just my personal preference. Regardless of the style of shoe I choose, I still wear wide-leg pants, maxi dresses, long skirts, and jumpsuits. I don't let my height stop me from dressing how I want to, why let yours. I am over hearing usually short women love a fashion but complain that it's just too long for them. Not to be rude or anything, but if you love it freaking wear it. There are ways to get around length issues like heels, alterations, or just roll it up if you want. Don't let your height dictate what fashions you rock.
So What If It's Old
Vintage is always in; I don't care what the season is, what the trend is, there is just a little touch of class that comes with vintage clothing. So yes you should be raiding your moms closet or even better your grandmothers because I'm willing to bet ya there are some amazing finds in there.
Your Bag Is Where It's At
I love bags, and in all honesty, I do own quite a few in different colors and styles. Although here's the thing, locating that perfect everyday bag is essential to making your day easier. You don't want to have to change out your purse every day. I mean that's a lot of unnecessary work for a morning routine. Don't give up on that hunt for the perfect everyday bag. You'll be using it every day for some time, so if you love something a little pricey. Don't feel guilty about purchasing it. Wardrobe staple items play by different rules than ones of simple season trends.
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You don't need to convince me; I know your week was hard on you. Whether it was due to crazy schedules, drama, work, deadlines, illness, or anything else under the sun. I'm sure your week was physically, mentally, and emotionally taxing on you, which is why a celebration is in order. You and your badass self made it to Friday and that ladies and gentlemen deserve to be celebrated even if only in a little way.
Wake Up Slow & Easy
There is no harsher wake up than one out of alarm. We have all been there, pressing the snooze button one too many times. Only to be frightfully woken up out of our peaceful slumber to terrifying thoughts of tardiness. But hey, it's Friday. Take it easy and wake up slow, that is if you can. I know that if you have little ones that is asking the impossible. If you can wake up when your alarm goes off and take that extra time to wake instead up nice and easy rather than getting a few restless zzz's in.
Hell Ya I'll Take That Breakfast Burrito & Mocha
Leave at home pot coffee for the rest of the week, treat yourself on Friday to a much-deserved stress-free tasty breakfast. Plus I know I am not the only one out there that feels not only a little special but equipped with a can-do attitude when I've treated myself to a breakfast snack and coffee that I don't have to go through the trouble of making.
A little Stoll At Lunch
Some of us either are left feeling antsy on a Friday or have laser focus on the task at hand, whichever has graced your workday, why not dedicate a portion of your lunch break to a sweet troll around. If you're feeling antsy, it's a great way to release some of those weekend jitters and if you're focusing with impressive sight on your tasks. Taking a simple stroll around will help you to relax and recollect your thoughts for an even more dazzling final product.
What's A Little Wine On A Friday
Not only is it time to enjoy a delicious family dinner, but it's also the official start to a hopefully great weekend. So why not kick it off with some wine. You deserve it for putting in a week's worth of hard work, so go ahead a treat yourself.
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We'd love to know the adventure you plan to venture on.
It’s funny because I have no words, but plenty when it comes to this now aging memory. Truth be told I thought after the incident had a few days to settle it would turn into one of those hilarious stories I pull out over tipsy conversation at family reunions. That was until I took McQueen our small lab mix senior dog out for a stroll around the neighborhood to only lock eyes with one of those seemingly innocent creatures of the wild. Immediately I felt my heart quicken in pace as my hands and feet scurried closer to my pooch. Unknown to her what was going on, I attached us at the ankle and began speed walking us up an intimidating hill — ferociously glancing behind us with my eyes cast towards the pavement so if by chance we were my eyes would not lock with those of a deer. If an onlooker saw such a sight, I’m sure I looked like a complete dork. Although in that moment I didn’t care, all I was concerned about was making sure we did not come face to face with a mother deer. In all honesty, it wasn't until this moment happened that I realized how much of an impact my first encounter had on me. So while now I will swear to you up and down I am not scared of deer. I am, however, fearful of another intense encounter with one.
You're right, enough already. Let me descriptively paint you a picture
so you can see for yourself my outrageously hilarious deer encounter.
Our Typical Evening Walk
We have two dogs that now qualify as senior dogs. We have Noble who is a miniature border collie and McQueen, who is a mix of Noble and a black lab. I love to take each of the girls out on their own solo walk in the early evenings. In the night of question, I harnessed Noble up for our venture outside on a walk around the neighborhood. Everything was going as usual. Noble was scooting along stopping ever so often when she smelled something intriguing. This particular day I was feeling considerably drained, making myself not up for our typical route. Instead, I opted for a shorter route that took us up a hill then back down. In my mind, that was an excellent compromise for the two of us. Although admittedly she was having a blast and my heart didn’t have the strength to pull such a happily wagging dog back inside just quite yet. We were now at the top of a hill, knowing that my dog is old I thought a great and friendly way to burn off some of her energy so that we both would be satisfied with our walk was to jog back down the hill, which is exactly what we did. However, when we came to the base of the hill and were met with our driveway. I decided to turn and loop around our yard so that both of us could have a cool-down lap.
Our Eyes Met For A Lengthy Piercing Gaze
As Noble and I just barely passed a row of mailboxes, my eyes locked onto those of a deer. Where I live, it is not uncommon to see a deer or six just out chilling and eating away at someone's garden. So neither of us reacted in any way because it's only a deer. The deer was in the middle of our tiered yard, placing Noble and I on higher ground maybe ten or so yards away. After a quick assessment, I figured we were okay because for one the deer are always around, two I did not find us to be imposing or threatening because there was ample amounts of space between us, and three it is baby season and I didn't spot any baby deer anywhere around us. Out of curiosity, the deer and I did make intense eye contact for a significant amount of time, for no real reason on my part except that even though I have lived alongside deer for years now and am still amazed at how unfaced to humanity they seem. Noble and I made our way to the base of our tiered yard, still on the paved roadway; however, now in the middle instead of along the side. As we slowly made our way down the road, stopping, twisting, and turning at all of the amazing smells. I could feel eyes on me. I turn and looked up only to once again lock eyes with the deer who was now above us. Never in my life have I ever had wildlife turn against me as such. Within a tenth of a second, the deer turns and starts to gallop straight at us.
Fight Or Flight
Immediately the memory of one a few days prior pops into my mind. There I can hear the echo of my mother informing me that a deer had attacked a dog who unfortunately did not make it as well as a group of people who thankfully did. My heart rate increased then fell to my stomach as my ghost-white self shakenly retracts Noble's never-ending leash. As I try to pull her as close to me as possible all while calling her name so that she will follow me as I unnervingly ran down the street. Noble is not only old; she is a little dog with little legs. I don't know what we did, but the deer had baffling gained so much ground on us that there was not enough time for myself to pick Noble up and run back home. If I did our backs would have surly pressed up against the nose of one evil ass deer. So there I was running down my street at 6 pm sweetly calling Noble's name praying that she would not abruptly stop to smell something. I honestly thought that the deer was just going to chase us for a few yards then stop and turn around, but it didn't and when the fact of what was transpiring before me really set in. My immediate reaction was to call out for my mom. Which is a hilarious reaction looking back because what did I honestly think she was going to do for me if by any chance she happened to be out on the porch at that exact moment. After two helplessly unanswered calls I gave up, and just freaking ran, glancing behind us every second or so hoping and praying the deer would lose interest in us. Once again I have no idea what the fuck we did to piss it off so much, but I really and truly thought that as soon as Noble and I made it to our driveway that the deer would for some reason agree that, that was home base and we were automatically safe. Hopelessly to our legs, the deer was not playing fair and even as we clearly passed the line of roadway to driveway still ferociously kept a steady stride behind us. Sweet call after sweet call I started to think poor Noble was confused, I genuinely think and still do that she had no idea of what was going on. I don't know how you miss being run down by a deer, but poor Noble did. She probably thought I was being sporadic and weird for the last stretch of our walk. Unknown to her I was trying to get us to out run a damn deer. Coming to terms with Noble's confusion and the fact that I didn't know if we were going to be able to keep our pace once we reached our steep ass driveway. My brain immediately started to devise a plan C. Plan A was my mom, and Plan B was run to home plate. The deer wasn't that large and from quick assessment was undoubtedly a female because of its lack of antlers and small frame. With flight clearly in effect and getting me nowhere, my brain decided if all else fails we are left with no other choice but to fight. In a matter of milliseconds, I decided that if Nobel couldn't make it up the hill I was going to pick her up and shield her with my body as the deer took out its aggression on me. I figured that if the deer really wanted to hurt us, it would have by now. I assumed that it was toying with us like a real ass hole. So absorbing a few kicks from a deer hopefully wouldn't be deadly for me. It would, however, be for Noble who is a small, confused, senior dog whom I love very much and would take a few kicks from a deer for. Noble was a real trooper and made it up the hill only losing a little speed. The demonic deer chased us up a good portion, but then swerved to the left as it dived into the trees and brush that line our driveway.
Did That Honestly Just Fucking Happen?!?!?!
Noble and I burst through the door in a panic with Noble limp from exhaustion and me shaking screaming, "MOM, MOOMMM, MOOOMMMM. We were chased by a freaking deer, a freaking deer, a deer!" The confusion both in her voice and in Noble's tired eyes said it all. Did That Honestly Just Fucking Happen?
Still a little confused and still a little scared, that's my recent Da Fuck moment.
It's summer, and that means it's also BBQ time!
For myself personally, when I think summer I think grilling delicious dinners outdoors. Although I do know there are some out there that either live in summer all year round or just love to grill. So grilling unlike for me, isn't just a summertime occurrence.
While my few tips and tricks won't really be helpful to those, who love to grill year-round. It might help those like myself who wait for the sunny days to light up the BBQ.
Check Things Out
Grilling is pretty easy. You have a choice between gas or charcoal.
I typically use gas at home and charcoal if it's a day at the park for us.
Whichever method I opt for I like to check things out. You know make sure things are in operating order and to make sure there is enough fuel of whichever form. That way, the heat doesn't just stop midway through. I also like to check and make sure the grill is clean and ready to take on a hearty BBQ feast.
The Day Before
The day before a big cookout, I focus on making sure that whatever I plan on grilling is allowed to marinate overnight.
Marinating doesn't have to be complicated; it can be as easy as rubbing your favorite seasonings into the meat. My absolute favorite is marinated vegetables. A little bit of olive oil, garlic, lemon and touch of salt is a perfect side. If you're wondering how to cook it, I place the veggies into foil packs and cook on indirect heat.
We are impatient people, always looking for the fast way to get things done.
Yet, here's the secret....
The grill should always have time to warm up.
Allowing the grill 15 to 20 minutes will make a world of difference.
Never Underestimate The Sides
I know when it's your BBQ, your main focus is about the tasty food you are grilling and not necessarily the sides. I know that when I'm feeling a little overwhelmed or unplanned for my guests. I tend to toss the sides off to the side, and really treat them as nuisance although there is real magic to be had in delectable sides at a summer BBQ.
If I can I try to keep, the pre-made store-bought goodies to a minimum. Now I'm all about ease and speed, but a little effort placed into a cold pasta salad can really make a yummy difference.
Keep It Easy, It's A BBQ
When it's a simple family dinner, BBQ's are no pressure dinners. Although when it enters the realm of get togethers, the pressure increases substantially. It's hard to in the moment, but I like to remind myself the simple summer fun there is in grilling up an outstanding dinner.
Here are just a few things that I like to keep in mind when grilling season comes around.
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I'd love for you to help us have a better BBQ seaon this year.
I create goals all the time. Sometimes I'm lucky, sometimes thing fit and flow perfectly allowing me to knock those goals right out of the park. Although there are those times when I'm working hard at it, trying my dammest to get there and just can't quite reach the goal I have set for myself. It's not that the goal I've set is unreasonable, its mainly that sometimes as I try to get there, I stumble, fall, or somehow end up completely off course. I'm sure most of us have experienced this phenomenon at some point in our lives. And it's not just in business, it happens in our personal lives too, which is why I have a step by step system I use when I just can't seem to get to where I need to be.
When we create goals for ourselves, we tend to think BIG! Which is always the best way to dream, yet when it comes to turning those dreams into a reality, we need to work with reality, and the truth is that more times then not there are thousands upon thousands of steps we need to take to accomplish that one big goal. Therefore this is where I always start when things are not clicking, and that is to simply SIMPLIFY.
Simplifying the goal allows me to break up the goal into small, more manageable goals. This will, in turn, will enable me to step forward towards the bigger goal. However, still allow me to feel like I'm actually accomplishing something towards that goal. It's a way for me to meet success every day, instead of waiting years to feel the achievement of the bigger goal.
Reestablishing priorities is always a key factor when I'm realigning my goals with the day to day. Creating goals is essentially the easy part of the process. Deciding on where to start and how to start can leave one feeling a little overwhelmed with the whole process. That is why this step is important, and should not be skipped when trying to work out your clear path towards one's goals.
In essence, you have a huge goal that you haven't been able to meet; therefore, you start at step one and break it down into smaller, more manageable goals. Once you have a list of more manageable goals in hand, it's really quite easy to determine which ones need to take tacked first. Once you have worked out how each small goal can build onto the next goal, your path will become more apparent. Clearing your way, the more you prioritize your goals, the easier it is to get to that one big goal at the end.
Once you have created a smaller easier list of manageable goals to meet its time to hold yourself accountable for completing them, give yourself a timeline to achieve each goal. If one of them takes a little longer to accomplish, forgive yourself, and allow for more time. The important thing is not to give up, to keep moving forward, and to get them crossed off your list.
You have worked hard, and you're still working hard. I know its not the big one, the big goal is still out there waiting for you to reach it. It's important to take a moment, to sit back and celebrate the small victories that come your way throughout this process. There are no big or small wins; there are just wins. So yes, celebrate the Fuck out of those moments. You have worked hard; you are working hard. So go ahead, celebrate the wins and know we are right there celebrating with you!
Remember, you are already successful! You're looking to enrich your life in other authentic ways. Keep in mind, because it's important that you just being you is a success on its own already. You have successful relationships; you have success when you love and respect yourself, you have success when you're winding down your night, and you realize that your day was amazing. Success is what we decided it to be, not what others tell us it is and as I have just started YOU ARE ALREADY SUCCESSFUL!
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We'd love to know what helps you achieve your great goals.
Every month our shop's windows possess a meaning that runs a little deeper than the cute fashions we dress the mannequins in, this month is no different. Although what does differ this month is the creative drawbacks we experienced while trying to craft for you gorgeous windows. They just weren't looking right, as we added more elements to our windows. The vision we held in our heads seems to drift distant from what our eyes were showing us. While frustrating in the moment, this obstacle actually fits all too well within our theme for our July retail windows with meaning.
I know, enough already, you just want to know what they mean.
Today, even though a few days late we would like to present to you
An Imperfect Hot Mess - July Retail Windows With Meaning.
Not that long ago, we wrote a blog titled, "Ummmm Perfect Isn't Real." Which spoke on the idea of how perfection is not only different in the eyes of its beholder, but also a false word because perfect is not only not real; it's unachievable. At least it is not in our eyes.
In terms of summer, think about all of the "perfect" things that we believe go hand in hand with this warm sunny time of year;
The Perfect Tan
The Perfect Vacation
The Perfect Beach
The Perfect Lemonade
The Perfect Maxi Dress
The Perfect Destination
The Perfect Photo
The Perfect Memories
When did summer need to be so "perfect" and when did the
opportunity for fun, lose to the chance for more likes?
Where'd The Truth Go
Social Media can be one of the biggest lies your eyes you will come across. I do not mean to be so blunt and cynical, but it is to an extent, true. No, you did not wake up with perfect hair, no you did not just happen to find yourself in the ideal photo spot, and no you didn't just throw on that outfit in ten seconds. At some point, truth seemed to take a far back seat to the all-powerful alluring call of perfection.
It's A Set Up
Those beautiful photos that you see scrolling through IG that trigger you to think wow, now that's a way to live, are in reality not the photographers nor the subjects real life, at least not to the fullest. We all feel an underlying feeling to impress and wow when posting on social media. We want to be seen as happy, full of life, positive, lucky individuals who are living their one and only life right.
A majority of us are going to answer with a loud duhhh. It's only natural to want to show off the happy in your life. The sad, ugly, messy, broken truth of our life doesn't as quickly invoke joy and wonder. Although I believe that it's only unappealing on the surface level, sometimes the broken are so uniquely different that you think to yourself wow I would have never imaged something so positive could emerge from such a negative.
Real-life is ugly, it's messy, it breaks and has to be repaired, but that's the very thing that makes life so perfect in its imperfect way. There is no lighting, customs, staging, or props; there is only you and those whom you love.
Messy & Broken Are Photo Worthy Too
Almost every image, your eyes glance over us "perfect" in nature. The lighting is just right; the subject is dressed to the tens, the pose is optimal for the caption, there's not one detail not thought about and not made to look perfect for the viewer.
Perfect isn't the only form of perfection worth photographing. The messy, broken aspects of life are just as beautiful as those staged images. Melted ice cream and sunglasses missing a lens might not look in pristine condition and therefore not perfect or worthy of a photo although I argue that they are. Just because it looks a little off or maybe ugly in the "perfection" theme does not mean that it does not hold a magical value that shouldn't be shared with anyone that you want to share it with.
Simple Fun Is Still Fun
As a kid, I remember it was the silly fun summer activities like riding my bike through the neighborhood with my friends that made the happiest life-lasting memories. Although for some reason as an adult, a summer bike ride doesn't sound like too much of a "perfect summer" but in reality it is. I might not capture a cute photo, or I might not leap off my bike with a fantastic story, but describe to me a moment that can be simply and easily filled with more pure and innocent happiness. Then one of you racing your electric blue bike down your towns steepest hill on one of the warmest days of summer. Can a bigger smile be stretch across your face in that same moment if you did not find yourself with the wind whooshing past you making you feel as if you are about to lift off and fly into the clouds?
As summer approaches, our minds fill with ideas of bountiful backyard BBQs, jaw-dropping destination vacations, and perfect timeless photos filled with laughter, smiles, and memories. I admittedly do the same thing, but when did simple summer fun turn into "perfect" summer fun. I personally have no idea when this idea started for me. Although I do know that this bizarre idea is officially ending for me this summer. Simple fun in the sun is still fun in the sun. I don't need that perfect tan, that perfect outfit, or that perfect photo to know that we laughed, smiled, and made memories that in 20 years we will bring up and laugh so hard about we'll cry a little out of the pure and innocent joy we felt that summer spent in the sun.
Our windows aren't perfect in design or color theme. Although we did try, it wasn't until we took a step back to look at our glorious hot mess to see it as just that a brilliant, spectacular hot mess. Fully representing the idea that perfection is unachievable.
In our windows, you will see hammocks, beach balls, and round beach towels while they do look stellar on their own. We wanted to throw a reminder out there that simple maybe even unphotogenic summer fun is still chalked full of memories worth making.
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We'd love to see your personality shine bright this summer!
It Started With Coffee
I love coffee; I absolutely love it. I drink way more than I care to admit and honestly think about it with fond thoughts when I find it is not within reach. I know how I like my coffee and rarely tend to stray from my standard order at my local coffee house. This little fact got me thinking, that I have been drinking the same mocha for more years than I care to share. I thought, why not have a little fun and adventure with it. I drink coffee every day, sometimes twice a day, even if I try something new and hate it. I still have yesterdays cup to remember and tomorrows cup to look forward to fondly. Why not lose a little control and live a little.
I looked at my barista said that I wanted a 16oz iced coffee, but their rest was up to her. In essence, I looked at her hopeful and full of adventure and said, "Take it away." When my order was up, she pleasantly surprised me with a vanilla sweet cream coffee, which I quite enjoyed.
This idea sparked running adventure in my life where I let go of control, look at someone, and say, "Take it away."
My youngest secretly loves to experiment in the kitchen. Most of his experiments are not that tasty and sometimes invoke a terrible feeling within my stomach. I know that he has a blast so I thought, why not give a little and let his culinary mind run free. After my youngest walking into the door after school, I informed him that we would be having chicken for dinner because I had already pulled it out this morning, but the rest was up to him. I handed him the metaphorical keys to the kitchen and said, "take it away, chef."
His effort and enthusiasm earn him an immediate and impressive 10/10 from me. With each dish he prepares, his culinary skill is increasing, and there is nothing I love more than see him genuinely smile the biggest smile. So even though it might not be what I want to eat, nor may my taste buds be that fond of it. Handing the kitchen and dinner duty over to him is something I will definitely make sure to do more often.
I am a black on black kind of girl when it comes to fashion. I wear black in the Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall. Regardless of the season, you can surely bet that you will see me in the color black more times than not. Every once and a while, I do venture out and add a little color to my outfits, but those occasions are few and far between. Mostly with me accenting my black with a neutral color like a shade of brown or white.
One afternoon I found myself in one of my favorite stores trying a few things on. Solely on a whim, I tried on a shades of blue striped dress. Not only am a not really a fan of color, but I am also not a fan of stripes. I wish I could rock them, I, however, don't feel like they look right on me. In turn, making me feel uncomfortable, and when it comes to fashion, comfort is a high ranking need in my book. So just on the hanger this dress already was a 0/10 from me, but why not, "take it away" so to speak and just try it on. I have absolutely nothing to lose, but maybe a few moments is your being picky. In no way am I exaggerating, but from the moment I slipped on that dress, a new me emerged. I not only loved the dress, but I was also completely floored with how spectacular it made me feel and look. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that the shades of blue stripe dress would be my new favorite dress
Losing control and living a little might sound scary and seem like you need to jump off of a cliff into the wind to do so, but in my opinion, the small things can mean and do just as much for you. I may not have fought a bull in that dressing room, but if you saw my gleaming smile, tall, proud stance, and sparkle in my eye you would have thought I might have just come out the other end victorious against a raging beast as such.
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