no joke.

it hurts getting hurt.

i said earlier today that rain only makes me wanna get back in my pj's and snuggle up on the couch. it's strange how weather can predict one's mood and motivation.

and how another's mood or motivation can send you upstream.

and i love you she said

simple swedish design.

any given night..

when you give a girl(s) a drink, black ink, and a brush.

she may be the one.

all things of age.

mother/daughter team traveled 5 hours on sept 6th to make sure they were up bright and early sept 7th for brimfield's first day of antiquing. we walked and walked and walked my lil feet off. 3 days of gravel, dirt, people watching, pilgrim sandwiches, expensive old shit, and amazing finds.

a car full of treasures made it home with us. here are a few scattered through out my house:

se la vie

I had my last day at terrain on friday, september 3rd. the girls and gentleman had a 'surprise' breakfast feast arranged for me. the say gentleman, steve, gave it away when i decided to get myself a bacon, egg, & cheese sandwich that morning. it was that or ruin the surprise for the yummiest feast to come:

the past year has been bitter sweet. thank you everyone for the laughs, tears, and late nights. you will be missed. seriously.

and yes, i had to go out with the shocker.

kid in a candy store.

literally.

there is this hidden gem just blocks from my house, a wonderland of old timey candies mixed with new. even ice cream! and chocolate covered pretzels!

i remember when my mother would bring home bubble gum cigars and candy cigarettes. she's the queen of goodies.