What I Wore Wednesday

hello friends!

i only have one outfit to share this week since everything else has been either schlumptastic (read: dullsville) or I forgot to take a photo (that's right thanksgiving, i'm talking to you).

without further ado, i present brown & black with a pop of color:
black dress: old navy
brown cardigan & belt: target
boots: frye jane from zappos (an early birthday present to myself which i fell madly in love with as soon as they arrived at my door, they even smell good)
turquoise necklace & bracelet: sam moon
initial charm necklace: the vintage pearl

this was my first time to wear a belted cardi and i must confess feeling a bit, um, odd at first. i was never sure if the belt should go right under my shelf or at my waist or where exactly. then i worried i looked too thick. but in the end, i liked it. and even felt a tad bit sassy. i really liked pairing brown and black together too (with a pop of color) and will definitely mix them together again. they're kind of like peanut butter and chocolate or popcorn and m&ms of the fashion world. or maybe not and i'm just hungry.

i'm linking up again with lindsey 
pleated poppy
and nina of momma go round for real momma, real style
Momma Go Round
be sure to pop over there for more fashion fun and inspiration.

happy wednesday, y'all!


JFK & Me {and cheesecake}

Last week, in a fit of semi-spontaneity, we headed for the Big D, and I do mean Dallas, for my birthday.

I know!

I amused myself along the way by snapping photos which is not annoying to my people at all.

Or maybe it is and they love me anyway.
We hit town right before rush hour Monday evening (who wasn't packed and ready to go as early as we should have been? was it us?) and made our way to our hotel conveniently located in the west end of downtown.
Within walking distance of this...
Yes, you guessed right, that's Dealey Plaza, Elm Street and the Texas School Book Depository.
(The top photo in the collage is the view from our hotel room (!!), zoomed in a bit, which could not have been more perfect.)

I'm sure some of y'all are scratching your head wondering why in the world I would want to celebrate my birthday there of all places.

Well, I'll tell you.

November 22, 1963 is the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas and five years later I was born. Growing up, in a sense, JFK was always a part of my birthday through grainy film, news coverage and newspaper/magazine articles and "Where Were You When" talk among the grown-ups. As I got older I started reading more about what happened that fateful day and became fascinated. Or a little obsessed. Whichever.

For all my obsession I had had only two brief visits to the site. I vaguely remember a loooong time ago, while visiting my cousins who lived in Dallas, my aunt driving by the Texas School Book Depository building and pointing it out to me, but I have a much more vivid memory of her showing me the house where they filmed Benji a few minutes later. To my 7 or 8 year old self, Benji was much more interesting than JFK. I later visited Dealey Plaza during college and always wanted to go back. Scott casually mentioned going for my birthday since Annelise would be out of school (and sometimes being unemployed has its perks) and I was all. over. it.

As we drove into downtown Dallas and got closer and closer to the corner of Elm & Houston my heart started beating faster and faster, which may sound silly but oh so true. Seeing photos and watching videos and movie are one thing, but actually being there, even 48 years later is something else. At least to me.

After checking into our hotel we walked over to Dealey Plaza to prowl around a bit and take things in. The area is actually smaller than it might appear to be in the old films, if you were standing on the curb along Elm St. or along the grassy knoll back in 1963 you were right there, right next to history as it happened.

I can't imagine.

Maybe if you're a Dallas-ite and drive by there often you might be immune to its history, but I was overwhelmed. I couldn't imagine driving by all the time and not thinking about what happened there. On a slightly morbid, but freakishly interesting side note, there are two large Xs painted onto Elm Street that mark where the shots hit (I'm guessing they were added by the Sixth Floor Museum as part of their walking tour, but I'm not sure).

We stayed there a while until it started to get dark and our tummies were rumbling for supper. Scott bought me a *historical newspaper souvenir* from a *reputable street vendor* before we left, which I thought was sweet.
My birthday dawned crisp and bright Tuesday and chock full of giddy anticipation over my present from Scott and Annelise. They know me so well. (Okay, I may have pointed it out to them and said emphatically, "I want this book for my birthday please.")
I do like Stephen King. At least the *old* Stephen King.
Are we still friends?

After a lazy morning we got ourselves together and made our way over to Dealey Plaza where a small crowd had already gathered. There were history buffs, tourists, protestors, and conspiracy theorists mingling around.

We fit right in.
There were speeches, songs (Beverly Oliver, allegedly the Babushka Lady, sang Amazing Grace, which was interesting since she was a former entertainer at a club next to Jack Ruby's Carousel Club) and even a moment of silence at 12:30.

I can't say Annelise was all that interested or that it's even appropriate to expose an 8 year old to such things, but I gave her my small camera and that kept her spirits up.

We walked all around the famous Grassy Knoll (I'm not sure why a sign was necessary, but there you go).
We peeked out from behind the picket fence where a second (or third or fourth or whatever) shooter could have been perched depending on what you believe. 
We walked over to the railway overpass and imagined the motorcade view from there.
Take this with a grain of conspiracy salt, but just under the pass, where the streets merge, a man was struck on the chin by a piece of chipped concrete from a bullet (which bullet? which shot? how do you explain that away?) and on the right, directly across from the street sign on the left, where there's a sewer grating, another bullet was found, collected by *officials* and never explained.

We listened to conspiracy buffs peddle their DVDs under the pergola.

And don't tell anyone, but I bought some.
Back down on Elm we eavesdropped on Mr. Brandt recall his memories from that fateful Friday in 1963. He was 37 at the time and had stood on the corner of Elm to see the president pass. He's 85 now and dons the fedora he wore that day and comes down to Dealey Plaza every year on the anniversary to remember. He recalls three shots and believes the Warren Commission. He hid behind a nearby tree after the shooting.The man on his left was also a witness that day but he didn't talk much. They were being interviewed by Austrian documentary filmmakers.

Thanks to technology we were able to watch the Zapruder film on YouTube on my phone while standing right where Mr. Zapruder stood. Eerie. Surreal. But cool.

We also chatted with another documentary filmmaker who's making a film about the curious history and characters that flock to Dealey Plaza. She doesn't believe the Warren Commission.

A few people left flowers at the Dealey Plaza memorial plaque (which does not mention the assassination) next to Elm Street, directly in front of the X that marks the fatal head shot.
And you know I ran out there and had Scott take my picture, don't you?
I was in my element.

It was fabulous.

In a slightly morbid way of course.

Here are a few more photo highlights of our afternoon:
After, oh, a good long while outside, we finally made our way into the Sixth Floor Museum inside the old Texas School Book Depository building (it's called another name now, but it'll always be TSBD to me).

The museum exhibits are set up across the whole sixth floor and give you a wonderful background of JFK, his presidency and of course the events of 11.22.63. There are informative photo and evidence displays along with video clips that you wind your way through while listening to an audio headset.
You can't take photos inside, so I snapped a quick one of my little conspiracy buff before we went in.

The exhibits are very moving, no matter what you believe about a lone assassin vs. two or more shooters a la conspiracy, though they are definitely slanted toward the official version (some would say the official fiction). It catches your breath to stand next to the *sniper's nest* (the actual corner window- and area is preserved behind plexi-glass) and look down on Elm Street six stories below and wonder.

America certainly changed that day in 1963.

By force. By violence. By murder.
One last look back before we moved on to the next phase of my birthday celebration.

Food, glorious food, of course.

At The Cheesecake Factory.
Does it make the gluttony less if I tell you that I ate a salad and we shared that piece of Hershey cheesecake and took a Red Velvet to go? Or is it about the same?
The next morning we said goodbye to Dealey Plaza from our hotel window.

Until next time.

Maybe the 50th anniversary in two years?

(See the red topped shack in the left corner of the parking lot behind the grassy knoll? That's where Lee Bowers, a railroad employee, witnessed suspicious behavior (cars circling the lot, men against fence, well dressed hobos in a box car, lights or smoke after shots rang out, etc.) He's only one of many witnesses whose testimony was not included/investigated and who met an untimely *accidental* death.)

Before heading out we made a little detour into Oak Cliff to see the Texas Theater where Lee Harvey Oswald was arrested.
The marquee is the same as that day. (It's still a working theater, recently refurbished.)

Annelise's good sportsmanship through Mama's Obsession paid off with a special detour on our way out of town.
Can you say excited?

I was too.

My 43rd year is off to a great start!


Happy Thanksgiving

May your day be filled with yummy food and time with those you love. (!!)  Even if your meal includes popcorn, toast and jellybeans and you find yourself sitting at a ping-pong table after fighting a ornery folding chair, next to a chef-hat-bedecked beagle (with friends who invited themselves over, and I'm talking to you Peppermint Patty).

It's all good.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

I'll be back soon(ish) with all the deets from a semi-spontaneous birthday trip and an update on my act of kindness challenge. I'm over 3/4 of the way toward my goal but I need a bit more time to wrap things up, so YOU can still join in the fun and do something--or several somethings--for others and then come back here and tell us about it in a few days. Won't that be fun? I can't wait to hear your stories!


Bags Full of Blessings

One of the ideas for The Happy Day Project was to prepare blessing bags to have on hand when you see someone in need (maybe someone at the intersection holding a sign or at a rest area* or in area where there are more visible homeless). Last November I read about Leslie and her family preparing blessing bags and knew that was something I should and could do.

But then I didn't.

This November I mentioned the idea to my bestest girls and they were all over it! After bible study last week we made a list of items, divvied it up and then all met back this week with our loot for the bags. Since there are five of us, and this was our first time out of the gate doing this, we decided to bring enough items to fill 10 bags, that way we'd each leave with 2 filled bags ready to share. Here are some of the things we each brought:
*small bibles (from the $ store!)
*lip balm
*travel packs of Kleenex
*wet wipes
*individual pkgs. of anti-bac wipes
*fruit cups
*cheese & cracker pkgs.
*raisins (small boxes)
*Slim Jims
*granola bars
*tuna salad (foil pkgs.)
*individual pkgs. of peanut butter
*bottled water

We also included a verse and a card from our church. (I tried to print out the cute printable Julie made but our ink cartridge ran out of yellow, boo. Next time.) We might have been able to stuff everything into a gallon size baggie, but we used the 2.5 gallon size just to be safe (though they are giganto). We set everything out all fancy like onto the floor (ha!) and then passed the bags around to fill them. Easy breezy, Cover Girl!
Don't they look so happy sitting there all in a happy row ready to hopefully make someone happy?!?

Now we have two bags of happiness in our car** just waiting to bless someone--hopefully soon! The thing is though, we don't see a lot of homeless people in our area. If they are around it's not very obvious (like when you are in certain areas of downtown Houston). So I'm praying for my eyes to be opened and really see others that might be in need but not necessarily look like I think a homeless person might look. I'm sure there are more than I realize in that situation.

My girlfriends and I plan to do this regularly now, like maybe every other month or something, so we'll always be prepared to bless someone. That feels great! They didn't cost too much or take too long to make, what with everyone sharing the task and all. That feels great too!

Maybe you and your family and friends can make some too. C'mon, I double dog dare you. xo.

*I'll never forget the time in high school, while on a family road trip to Florida, stopping at a rest area and seeing a family with car trouble that had posted signs in the rest rooms and wanting to help. Of course my dad was convinced it was a scam (sadly, that happens) and refused to give money, so we gave them our sandwich fixings. The mom looked grateful, but the dad looked disappointed and my dad still teases about the family that *stole* his baloney.

**Any tips on how best to store the bags in the car so they don't get too hot or cold or spoil? Any ideas for other items to include next time?**



While Annelise was at a birthday party at Mr. Gatti's last Saturday, Scott and I hopped across the street to 888 Bistro for an impromptu lunch date.
This was my fortune, which I liked. At first I took it to mean that little things can make a big impact, which fit nicely in my act of kindness challenge (to do at least 43 acts of kindness this month in honor of my birthday) and The Happy Day Project , then I wondered if it meant I tend to make mountains out of molehills. Both are applicable I suppose.

Monday (11.14) was Annelise's Gotcha Day (her adoption day). Things were fairly low-key this year as far as the celebrating. She asked if we could eat at Fuddrucker's and we were happy to oblige.
Within approximately 45 seconds she *lost* her dollar in the jewelry claw game. I'm not sure why she hasn't caught on that those games are rigged and choose a game you can actually shoot something or drive something.
In honor of  Gotcha Day (but a little early) she got a new Build-A-Bear friend, Cody who is a koala. I kind of love that she still loves Build-A-Bear.
I met with my bestest girlies this week and we assembled blessing bags. We each brought several items  from food, to hygiene products to small bibles, stuffed the them in an assembly line (or circle, we were on the floor) and each left with two bags to carry in our car ready to give when needed. I was SO excited! We plan to make some more in a few weeks to have on hand for the Christmas holidays and hope to make more every couple of months or so. (This was Day 6 for The Happy Day Project, of course we did it later and of course when you do it doesn't matter.)
This is fairly self explanatory.

Fresh color and trim make all the difference, don't they? Yes! 

My cut is still about the same but with a little more bob and a little less angle. I'm recommitting to letting it grow. Again.
I've never gotten too hooked on many games/apps on my iPhone but lately I've found myself lots of aliens by flinging presidents' heads at them.

It's so fun.

And educational.

Annelise plays too.
And I might as well admit that too.

Are we still friends?
Look at my sharp dressed man!

Scott had an interview this morning with an energy company.

An actual interview with people.


Of course he's not sure if it would be the best fit for him (big change from aerospace industry) and there would be a 40+ minute commute each way or if they'll even offer him the position.

But at least it's a step in the right direction.
And finally, this week was shoebox collection week for Operation Christmas Child which is part of Samaritan's Purse. Annelise packed her box, wrote a little note and took it to school earlier this week, I helped check her classes' boxes after school the other day and then they held a special chapel this morning. My heart was about to burst watching all the children, from toddlers in preschool to awkward 7th graders carry their boxes to the front of the sanctuary. They ended up making a beautiful wall of love! Warm fuzzies galore, I tell ya.

And finally, finally I may or may not have given myself an early birthday present which I'm wearing in the photo above (top right corner). Any guesses?

I'm linking up again with Jeannett, be sure to pop over to her place for more InstaFriday fun.
life rearranged

Happy, happy weekend y'all!


Thanksgiving in the Trenches (Otherwise Known as a Class Party)

Just when I think I might be relinquishing my perch on the tippy-top of Control Freak Hill, I get an in my face reminder that, yep, I'm still earning my Control Freak merit badges.

My time in the trenches, aka second grade, Wednesday afternoon brought my quirks into sharp relief.

As room mom, or co-room mom or whatevs I am fairly laid back and I can certainly roll with the flow. I just want to know what the flow is and feel confident that there are plenty of snacks.

Priorities you know.

I am also a fan of posting a sign up sheet so that ALL parents have the opportunity to contribute to the party, whether they choose to or not and then fill in the missing pieces if needed by party time.

For the Thanksgiving party, which was for both classes together, things were a bit different than the plan in my head (the nerve). Instead of posting a sign up sheet or emailing or sending a note the moms in the other class decided to just divvy everything up between them. Which in theory should work, and even though I oppose it on principle I rolled with it. Between the five moms we agreed to provide snacks, a Thanksgiving book, a craft, drinks and a movie. On paper things looked good.

Here's how the snacks broke down:
(1) bag apple sticks
(1) small dish of pigs in the blanket
(2) trays of fall cookies
(1) tray of pretzels, cheese cubes and goldfish (that I kept refilling) (This is what we brought.)
(2) boxes of Capri Sun pouches (only 20, there are 23 kids)

So I basically became the snack table Nazi. Not to each child's heartwarming endearment I'm sure. First, since we didn't have serving spoons and the fact that many grabby, grubby, germy hands make me unhinged, I took it upon myself to serve them. It took a little longer, but we really had to police things or we would have totally run out of food before they got their first serving. I had to say, "Sorry only one pig in the blanket right now, and only one cookie, which one would you like leaf or pumpkin?" and we ran out of drinks (which was inevitable). I had asked Annelise to give up her drink and have water, one boy was disappointed but held it together and one girl burst into tears and another girl kindly gave up her drink pouch to her. I hated that there was drama and that three kids didn't get what the others did.

One little smarty pants was overly bothered by the fact I wasn't letting them serve themselves and kept trying to do it herself. And then, and then she said to me, "Well, can I eat it myself?" Yes, with The Tone. Oh how I hate The Tone. She's 7!! I raised myself up as tall as I could, gave her my best stink eye and said, "Yes you can." Though in my head I prefaced it with ,"Well, bless your heart," which here in the south can either mean yes, bless you, you sweet darling or kiss my foot, let me smack you, you little stinker. (Can you tell I'm still irked? What type of child smarts off to an adult that's shoveling snacks on her plate?")

Moving along to happier memories...

We also played a fun little game that I saw on Pinterest and adapted a bit called The Turkey Roll. I couldn't find a craft that seemed doable in 10-15 minutes and didn't require paint (eeek!), so I filled in with an edible game instead.
After they paired up they took turns rolling three dice, finding the sum and then building a turkey out of an Oreo, M&Ms and candy corn by following a simple key. It was fun to see how they built their feathers--everyone had a different perspective, which was great. I think they had a fun time, which was a relief (you never know how things are going to turn out--remember the snack drama).

I also read a Thanksgiving book and then they watched A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving (which is always in style).

By the end of the party I was a twitchy, sweaty, retired-snack-Nazi-heap.

But I think it was a hit.

Bless my heart.

Do class parties make you twitchy too?
How do you handle The Tone in other children? Ugh!
Would you rather divvy up between a few moms or post a sign-up sheet?


What I Wore Wednesday

how sad am i that i only have one outfit to share with y'all this week?
because it means i did not follow through very well with my whole getting myself together daily plan.
but look, this week i'm outside!
and still posing with at least one hand on my hip. blerg.
white dolman 3/4 sleeve top (my mom & i used to call this style "batwing" sleeves, i'm glad to see them back in style): target
grey tank: target
scarf: downeast basics
jeans: lucky
lucchese brown pointy-toe cowboy boots: cavender's boot city (so comfy!)
(you can barely see them, they're hiding in the grass)
aviator shades (on top of my head): target

i know i told y'all last week i had big plans to mix brown & black, wear cowboy boots with a dress and try a belted cardigan but this yo-yo fake fall texas weather has not been very cooperative.
but i will try again once the risk of heat stroke is reduced.

i'm linking up with the pleated poppy and momma go round again for fashion inspiration and accountability. be sure to take a peek over there!
pleated poppy
Momma Go Round

happy wednesday, y'all!


A Running Experiment

I think I've mentioned once or thirty times that I follow a run:walk interval pattern when I go for a run. It used to be a five minute run followed by a 1 minute walk, now it's morphed into 3:1 and I haven't challenged myself to increase my run interval lately. I'm kind of lazy like that.

The theory behind run:walk interval training/running for longer distances is that taking frequent walk breaks helps you reserve energy to finish strong. It's also a helpful method for beginner runners to build up endurance and stay injury free. I've always trained this way (even when I started running on the treadmill in 30 second intervals years ago) because for me, knowing I have a walk break coming helps me run (after all, running is 90% mental).

I set my Garmin to keep track of my intervals, but I've also used a Timex watch and now there are apps that will do that for you too.

I like my intervals. I really do. And I don't want to hurt their feelings but I sometimes wonder if I could ever be a straight run runner. I've always admired *those guys* (and gals), running mile after mile without taking a walk break and making it all look so easy and effortless (and truth be told I kind of hate them).

The other day I decided to give it a whirl. I set my Garmin to run one mile at a time with a 2 minute walk break in between miles (hey, baby steps y'all). The good news is, I can do it. In fact I managed to knock out four miles.

But I was more tired at the end.
And my knees were sore (more impact without breaks).
And running a mile straight seems sooooo much longer than my 3:1 intervals.

But I can do it.
At least for shorter distances.

(I can't imagine what running straight for 13.1 much less 26.2 would be like. Ay, yi, yi.)

I just don't know if it's the best thing for me.

Do you run straight miles or follow run:walk intervals?

P.S. Check out JeffGalloway.com for more information on the benefits of interval running (and training plans too).


Could Someone Please Refill My Cherry 7Up-tini?

Who popped off a snarky blog post last week about over the top birthday parties that tweak adult indulgences for children, as in a spa birthday party for 7 & 8 year olds?

Was it me?

Who then allowed her 8 year old daughter to attend anyway?

Was it me?

Who had reservations on principle (and a not so distant memory of the booze and the bouncy castle) but felt obligated since this birthday girl came to my birthday girl's skating party a few months back?

Was it me?

Who was over the top e.x.c.i.t.e.d. when she was given a glitter-y little purse filled with her very own make-up palette and a turn in the massage chair and dunk her tootsies in the swirling blue water?

Was it Annelise?

Who thought the snacks were delicious and the sprite served in the cute plastic glasses was the BOMB? Who had no clue that those cute plastic glasses were, um...martini glasses?

Was it Annelise?

Who almost came unglued at the sight of 7 and 8 year old girls sitting in spa chairs sipping bubbly from martini glasses (a few even put strawberries on the side!), wearing eye shadow and getting manis & pedis?

Was it me?
Of course I held it together (remembering my own pretending with candy cigarettes back in the day), but the blurry line between adult and kid behavior did give me the heebs just the same.

Of course Annelise had a blast.

But knows spa treatments are not in her future anytime soon either.

In case you couldn't tell I was conflicted about going to this party and conflicted while I was there. Maybe I shouldn't have let her go. Maybe I should have replaced her plastic martini glass with a styrofoam cup. Maybe she was fairly oblivious and just had fun getting pampered with her friends. Maybe I tend to over-react. But I've only got one 8 year old precious girl and I don't want her growing up too fast.


Spreading Sunshine {One Act of Kindness at a Time}


I had no idea how much being purposeful with acts of kindness would change me.

You know how The Grinch looks down upon WhoVille at the Whos merrily singing without their presents or tinsel or roast beast and his heart grows 3X its size?

That's me.

For realsies.

Here's a rundown of some acts of kindness completed toward my birthday challenge:
01. Scott and I dropped off a 3/4 full bottle of detergent we can no longer use (we have to use HE stuff now) and put quarters on top of about 8 washers for future use at a local laundromat (I wanted to tape them, but Scott ixnayed that). I realized how much I take having a washer and dryer in our home for granted. What a drag to have to haul your clothes and unmentionables to a laundromat, wait for them, fold them in front of strangers and then haul them home. I hope this made a dreary task brighter for someone!
02. We taped $1.10 with a note to a Red Box for a free movie for someone.

03. We donated a children's book to a local hospital while shopping for a birthday present at Barnes & Noble. Annelise was thrilled to share Ramona--even in Spanish--with a girl in need.

04. Annelise put coins in a few games and candy machines at Cici's Pizza.

05. We taped .50 with a note to a pay phone.
06. As part of The Happy Day project this week I baked pumpkin bars for our neighbors. Annelise was our happy delivery girl. She took a pan to the neighbors on our left, the right and her grandparents who live two houses down from us. Why don't we do this more often? I don't know, I hope we will. The recipe makes a ton, so we had plenty to share and we got to treat ourselves a little too.
07. So I made some more pumpkin bars Monday night and Annelise gave them to the office staff at her school and her two teachers. This time I rolled forks up in fallish napkins just for kicks.

08. Day Two of The Happy Day Project was to send a handwritten note, which for some reason was the hardest to do so far, at least until I got in the groove of it. It's something I used to be much better at, but it became something I'd put off and rarely follow through with. I think that's why it was so hard to sit down and actually start writing. Once I got going though I ended up writing nine notes (!!) and Annelise even got into the swing of things and wrote a note to her Aunt and Uncle in Maine. I felt soooo much better when I was done because several had been on my to-do list for far too long. I hope I'll keep this trend going!
09. One of the notes was for Wren. That note was hard because I didn't know her, but I muddled through as best I could.

10. We tucked a small Kroger gift card in her note.
11. Day Three of The Happy Day project was to give gift cards to the homeless. I love the idea of having something ready to give when you see someone in need, but we've never been prepared. Today we bought five cards for McDonald's and put them in our glove box so we'll be ready. It didn't cost too much and will hopefully give someone not only a hot meal but provide us an opportunity to share some comfort and love. We'll be looking!

These things, along with the two from last week, bring me almost 1/3 into the ballpark of meeting my goal of 43 acts of kindness by my birthday. That's incredibly exciting! As I've been working on these acts of kindness I've learned a few things...

*No one looks at you funny if you tape coins to things with a note, even with zebra duct tape. This is cool. Or perhaps worrisome?

*I'd like to have a little printable, maybe with a scripture, but haven't come up with anything yet. Right now index cards are doing the job.

*One of the keys I think to a project like this is being prepared. How many times have I thought, "Oh I wish I had abc with me so I could xy and z" so I miss an opportunity. Now we have tape, index cards, coins, sharpies and the McD's cards in the car so we're ready. I'd like to start carrying  a few bottles of water and eventually blessing bags for even more opportunities to lift someones spirit.

*There is definitely a kindness-adrenaline-rush-endorphin high, both before and after. Who knew?

*There's also a snowball effect. You want to keep doing and giving!

*I'm seeing people more, thinking about others more, looking for needs, stepping out of myself. That feels so good!

*Yes, several of these things cost money, nothing huge, but it does add up. I'd like to focus on doing a few things that are free or dirt cheap for a bit but am having a hard time coming up with ideas. Can y'all help me out?

Let's spread a little happy y'all!
happy day
(y'all can still join in!)


What I Wore Wednesday

Here are two quick takes on what I've been wearing lately:
white tank, t-shirt, navy striped cardi & mustard flats: target
jeans: old navy
mustard rosette necklace: allora handmade
belt: sam moon
spice drape-y cardigan & cream/peach lace tunic: downeast basics
grey tank: old navy
jeans: banana republic
zebra flats: target
triple strand pearl necklace: target
pearl bracelets: sam moon & target

i don't know why i'm standing with both hands on my hips.
awkward much?

i don't know if the drape-y cardi look is still hot this season, but it better be because they are a key item in my fall(ish) wardrobe. the truth is, i'm a simple girl that likes cute, casual but comfy clothes that i can mix and match and spruce up with different accessories. jeans are my friend. i wear the same things a lot. a lot, a lot. like i get stuck in a rut. so, i'm challenging myself to shake things up a bit next week by embracing the cowboy boots with a dress, mix brown and black and wear a belted cardigan.

oh my.

i hope i make it.

i'm linking up again with the pleated poppy and momma go round for fashion fun and accountability.
pleated poppy

Momma Go Round

happy wednesday, y'all!
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