and eat it, too

I was given the task of cake decorating on Sunday. And instead of leaving the icing white, I turned it into an ombré coral coloured confection. Cake painting, how much fun!

What a terrible idea. 

I think the fact that it was so pretty to me, is what disintegrated my remaining will power to refrain from eating a ton of it. My taste buds were happy, my belly not so much. 

It's been that kind of Tuesday. I just want cake.

fleurs

I've always had an appreciation for flowers. And I can't pinpoint when it happened but lately my adoration has quickly become an obsession in full bloom.

I'm sorrynotsorry to whoever follows my Pinterest board "fleur" because I've been blowing it up with endless pictures of gorgeous bouquets. Just looking at the colour combinations make me so happy inside and super inspired.

I also came to an incredibly liberating realization a month or two ago: I can buy my own flowers. I don't have to wait for a special occasion or for someone special to give them to me.

Treat yo'self!!!

listen to | lights

Lights | Muscle Memory

I am so into Lights' new album, Little Machines that came out last week.
Major girl crush.

bring on all the fall things

This week when I saw that they had pumpkins on display at the grocery store I had to have one. 

Right then and there. 

I don't think I've touched a real live pumpkin in about four years so I graciously  gave in to my excited impulse. 

It came home with me and after looking at it for a couple of days I decided to roast and purée it. I can always buy another later to carve! (Which I totally plan on doing--I'm doing ALL the Fall things, people!! "So excite!") 

Anyway, I've been cooking with it ever since. I made pumpkin spice muffins, and pumpkin pie oatmeal, while my dad made marmalade. I've never made a pie before so I might attempt that next. 

Let's get pumpkin crazy!

Above: Cranky kitty approves of pumpkins too.

listen to | caty shaw

Caty Shaw | Human Contact

How fun is this?

chasing promises on the horizon

So, I actually gave up my job on the ocean. 

The reasons that I loved it weren't enough for me to want to stay anymore. 

Living on a cruise ship is one big package: work, friends, food, sleep, travel, 

but not always in the proportions that you need them.

I desperately needed a break. 

My heart knew it was time for change.

It's been a very strange month. 

I was completely burned out. I've been allowing myself to remain in "vacation mode" as though I'm simply at home in-between my contracts and you know what? 

That's okay. 

Because for the last three years I've been working every single day

doing four month straight intervals until I got to that holy six week vacation. 

I'm thankful to be able to take refuge at home.

I'm still not used to having this much time to myself to think about well, everything. 

It's good, but I'm starting to feel the gentle tug of the need for familiarity 
of routine and schedules to keep myself productive. 
I will get there. 
It's not that I've been completely wasting my time. 
I've had an online course to keep me somewhat busy, 
with a dash of cooking, attempts at exercise, and mini art projects on the side. 

(And maybe too much youtube/netflix.) 

The last eight months have held some of the most unreal moments and memories of my life. More stretching, growth, change, new places and friends, even a little bit of heart ache. I feel kind of disappointed that I didn't document them here. I've been debating for ages now on whether or not to give this little blog a face lift or start a new fresh one altogether.

I just need name inspiration. 

And I'm still trying to figure out exactly what it is that I want to say to the world.

listening to Chelsea Lankes. 

new music love.

photo found on pinterest