That Whole “Precious Present” Thing

That Whole “Precious Present” Thing

We were rushing to get out of the house.

Well, I was.

I had a long to-do list that day and I wanted it done before I could spend the afternoon chillin’ by the pool while The Boy played. That’s the way I’d planned it, after all: rush, rush, rush in the morning then a pre-ordained “chill” session later that day.

Crazy, huh? To plan when you’re going to still yourself and enjoy?

And yet it really only struck me how absurd I can get when The Boy asked me what time it was.

Glancing at the clock, noticing both hands hovered at the 10 {though not quite}, I hollered that it was 10 o’clock and we needed to go.

“No, it’s not, Mom … it’s 9:50!” was his answer.

Instead of being charmed, I was irritated, and about to explain that often, adults round up just to keep things simple, until I realized that wasn’t simple at all. It was ridiculous, and it wasted precious time. Literally.

My boy was right: it was 9:50, but I was pretending those sweet 10 minutes before the top of the hour were already gone.

Done. Spoken for.

As if they didn’t even exist, but for him, they held a whole lot of possibility and goodness, and he wanted to enjoy each second.


{photo via oh, hello friend}

And in that quick moment, I stopped.

And enjoyed one last cup of coffee. {There’s always time for that, right?}

While he made his bed.

And pet the dog.

And flipped to a certain page in his book for reference. {Pretty sure he said it had to do with a certain Skylander.}

And grabbed a toy for the ride.

And his new favorite cap.

And I sipped and sipped.

So many little things enjoyed in time I was ready to give away.

And I had learned—from The Boy yet again—two things:

that I need to stop rushing

and I need to learn to enjoy each moment for what it’s worth.

Which, turns out, is a whole heck of a lot.


Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin’ Wednesday : Bridal Shower

Whatchoo-Wish-You-Were-Wearin’ Wednesday : Bridal Shower

My weekends have been so busy lately, but each and every one has been filled with wonderful, fun outings.

This weekend’s no different, and it includes the bridal shower of one very special gal. What will I be wearing? Well, my goal between now and then is to find a top very similar to this, because I just love anything flowy.

Probably because I love anything rich and caloric, too.

Bridal Shower

See those gorgeous pieces credited above with the words “Stella,” “Dot,” and an ampersand? Yup, those. Don’t forget, I can get you those babies for free. Just ask me how easy it is. Focus your “fuss” factor on family holidays: for Stella & Dot styling sessions you put out a tray or two of munchies, your favorite bottle of vino, and that’s it. Anything more would go to waste the moment your friends lay eyes on the gorgeous bauble display.

Jewelry = good, waste = bad … keep that in mind.

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I left a few items off my samples for sale listing the other day. Here are the latest additions, peeps. Prices are discounted … and first-come, first-served. Just email or message me to stake your claim.


Stella WWYWWW Collage


My Boy’s Dreams

My Boy’s Dreams

A summer morning.

I had the back patio screen door open, in case The Dog felt like letting herself out for a few moments alone.

Birds were just getting their feed on, and I was enjoying listening to them sing.

I worked quietly in the kitchen, doing my morning thing: unloading the dishwasher, fixing a breakfast, sipping my coffee, thinking of what should be done later that day.

My Boy? Well, he had just woken up, and was starting his own day by working to check off Chore No. 1: making his bed. I could hear a subtle rhythm coming from his radio.

And then he called me.

“Mom, I need you!” he said, and with that the music got louder.

“What’s the problem?,” I hollered up toward his room, immediately thinking he was wrestling to straighten a comforter or wondering which shirt would go well with a pair of cargo shorts.

“I need a backup singer,” was his answer, at which point I knew that what I was about to do would probably be the most important thing I’d do all day.

I could hear Pompeii blaring before I reached the top of the stairs. The Boy’s a big Bastille fan, and I pretty much gathered the sort of role I’d play in the next few minutes.

I mistakenly started dancing my own dance as I walked through the door. He looked at me, shook his head to say no, this ain’t ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go,’ Mom, proceeded to place me squarely behind him, then turned to face his invisible audience, grab his invisible microphone, and belt out the tune.

Bastille themselves were now background singers.

I did as I was told and mouthed that now-famous back up chant {a a o a o, a a o a o … ha, now it’s stuck in your head!}, swayed gently side-to-side {no crazy dancing that would distract from his performance}, and wondered

How long will he ask me to be a part of his dreams?

He’s growing too fast, but I’m grateful for these moments when he still finds a part for me to play.



Photo by the amazing Amber Leilani Photography

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And on another note, the winner of the Lily Chandeliers has been chosen! It’s the lovely, the wonderful …



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