Remember that time when I had an Etsy shop and sold stuff? Well, I’m at it again!
Truthfully, I didn’t think I’d reopen the store since turning on “vacation mode” late last year. At the time, I was burnt out and moving deeper into my winter season of pregnancy.
I also had an overwhelming amount of “inventory” (AKA stuff I bought or acquired that slowly began to consume the garage). Actually, it wasn’t even a slow process—it just kind of exploded over night. That’s what happens when you obsessively track local estate sales and win big auction lots. 😬🤷♀️
Continue reading “it’s time for a life update…”
Sometimes, you just can’t force it.
Recently, I reached out to Beth, a friend of mine from my days in the vintage resale community. I had just picked up a cuuuuute ’60s-’70s coat from the thrift store, and thought she might be able to provide more insight into it.
As the conversation evolved, we talked about how we are both stepping out of our comfort zones in many ways—that we’ve been feeling this urge to transform and begin again refreshed.
Continue reading “it’s time for you to be seen… (pt. two)”
I recently posted about how proud of myself I am for posting consistently for the last month or so. As I had always had a messy relationship with consistency, this was a big win for me.
To stay on track, I would normally publish something on the blog today. I had planned on finishing and posting the Part 2 follow-up to my last blog post, but ya know what?
Continue reading “honor your energy…”
There’s something happening right now. Do you feel it?
People are evolving. They’re going through transformations in varying aspects of their lives… and, more importantly, telling others about it.
I’ve been seeing it in bands going on tour, small businesses making brand changes, and people stepping out of their comfort zones.
Continue reading “it’s time for you to be seen… (pt. one)”
Listen, I’m done.
It’s been 12 days since the first day of spring, and we’ve had more grey skies, snowfall, freezing rain, and hail than I care to tolerate.
As my almost-six-year-old just said, “I don’t get it. It says it’s spring, but it’s still cold.” Even she gets it.
As I’m sitting here at an Airbnb in Ketchum, Idaho, the snow continues to fall and stick to whatever it hits first. While I can’t deny how beautiful and magical a blanket of snow can be, it’s time to give the proverbial mic back to the sun.
Continue reading “that effing groundhog…”