Happy New Years Eve peeps

I am currently squished into the back seat of an SUV on my way to the airport. I am flying home today from Florida. My family and I are flying into a small airport and then driving two hours home so that we can go to my cousin’s house tonight. We celebrate with noise makers and lentils and I’m very excited. But until then, here is some NYE inspo, all gotten from The Coveteur’s social media. Check them out




I am not in the mood for life

I’m over work and responsibilities and other people and all i want to do is sit on a beach in Greece and stare out at the beautiful sunset.

So, since I still have 2 more days before I can do that, here is my mood inspo for today:187ba1ac103dd4cf3b48c1d1d2905bb6




My dad is convinced I don’t like change.

And on some subconscious level, he is definitely right. It took me over a year to update my iPhone software; I had been walking around with 6.0 up until about a month ago… So we can honestly say I’m not the best when it comes to change.

But then again, sometimes, I just get stuck in these weird ruts. And when I notice them I start to panic. It’s then that I become desperate for change. I get anxious and jittery and nothing is satisfying. I go nuts looking for a change; literally any change – a hair cut, a new book, a pretty day planner that I won’t ever use, anything that can give me the allusion of moving forward instead of staying stationary.

That is where you can currently find me. I am stuck. So stuck. It’s crazy annoying. I need something. I plan on calling my hair salon for a hair cut next Saturday. I’ve also spent all of today online shopping for some new threads (because clothes are always necessary when change is impending… duh.) I think it has a lot to do with the fact that my life is not organized. I have no idea how to organize it but it definitely needs a serious tidying up. And I’m completely lacking in inspiration. Iced coffee can’t be the only thing that inspires me, ya know? I need a little more than that.

I just don’t know how to fix it and its driving me insane. I got a new giant water bottle that I’ve been dragging around with me since Friday, and that’s helped slightly. But not too much. So that’s how I can tell this is serious.


If anyone has any suggestions, I will pay you in love. I promise.

Happy Sunday peeps. Hope your bank account is looking better than mine 🙂


PS check out the Daily Quipple. That’s where the pic is from and its adorable!!

Pink is important, Part Deux

I’ve never really been considered a “girly-girl.” I never cared about pink or hearts or love. I don’t know all the of things associated with being girly but I don’t think I’ve ever really been overly concerned with them. Mainly because I’m not really overly concerned with anything. But lately, I’ve been very in tune with things that make me feel happy and apparently, they’re all very girly.

Some include:

  • that nude lip color that the models are doing so well
  • flowers – not bouquets, but actual gardens of living breathing flowers
  • tea
  • hugging
  • lipstick
  • sunglasses

But recently, the thing that has been on my mind most is that light pink almost blush color that has been everywhere. I’ve been obsessed with it. Trying to get things accessories that color, clothes, really expensive bags, I even bought a candle because the picture made it look that perfect blush color. (Fun Fact: the candle is also pink champagne scented so the probability that I was going to purchase it anyway was pretty damn high.)

So whatever, I’ve found things that make me seem feminine… it’s all good people, because technically, I’m a girl. It’s ok that I want to act girly.

But here are some pink pictures I have found that make me happy.


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 Pink is important part one… kinda

What does it mean to be creative anyway?

I’ve never really considered myself a creative person. I’ve always liked to write but I never thought that took creativity. It my mind, it’s something that happens. It takes determination, diligence, persistence and patience but it happens on it’s own. Writing is supposed to flow, I guess. I don’t know.

But lately, I’ve been inspired. Inspired to do what, I have no clue. But I just want to be creative. I bought a small notebook to bring with me to jot notes down when I like something. I want to surround myself with art and classical music and candles. I don’t know what I want to do with any of this but I feel like this shit is welling up inside me and looking for a way out. Too bad I can’t draw or paint well, I’m not good at pottery, and as much as I love to crochet, I kinda suck.

But here are pictures I took on my ride home. I don’t know why but I was in love with the blue color of the sky.