My Heart is Full of Christmas

{pearls, light pink sweater, chartreuse skirt, metallic/brown vest with fur, brown Hunters, red fingernails. in love with this color combo!}
I’m a sucker for tradition.
Some traditions are more hysterical than others {that wishbone tradition? this year my mom and I both snapped off a short section and the middle ‘wishbone’ part went flying. oops}.
Some traditions are tradition even though we have NO idea why we do them anymore {lutefisk and pickled herring stopped tasting good um…forever ago, literally}.
And some traditions are weighty, worthwhile, and a little bit heart-wrenching. 
Like laying wreaths on family graves. 
This is not a tradition that we generally write about or talk about, but it’s a good one. Oh, it’s a good one.
This is the first year I’ve been present for this tradition, and goodness if the rainy day didn’t suit my mood. I tried hard to smile for these pictures (you should see the ones where I didn’t try. actually, you shouldn’t). I wasn’t somber, really. I wasn’t heartbroken, really. I just felt the weight of it inside my poet’s heart. It feels beautiful to lay wreaths in remembrance this time of year.

Don’t forget to let your heart feel the weight of tradition. It is healthy to remember and reflect, so long as we seek to take strength from there to carry us forward. We mustn’t belong to the past, but we can let the past belong to us in a deep part of our selves, should we want.

My heart is full of Christmas.
It is full of the meaning of the Savior’s birth, so that, as my grandpa’s grave boldly states:

“There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,
because through Jesus Christ the law of the Spirit who gives you life has set you free from the law of sin and death.” 
Romans 8:1, 2
What a powerful statement.
Hold Christmas in your hearts, my dears. Hold memories, blessings, and the hope in the promise that we shall be reunited one day, close to your hearts this Christmas season. 
Much love, 

What are the Odds?

What are the odds that this skirt and this shirt are in almost-exactly the same shade of chartreuse? One is a bit shinier than the other, but otherwise, I could be wearing a dress, don’t you think? They were bought years apart, one from a thrift store, one from a tag sale…one is a Japanese brand and the other is a modern boutique-y brand. Love it.
{leggings underneath to keep nice and toasty & covered when the wind blows}
What are the odds that is was 60-something degrees this mid-November day? 
Slim but glorious. 
What are the odds that my whole entire family moved back to the same area within a few weeks? 
Crazy but true. 
What are the odds that tomorrow I’m making a Mile High Pumpkin Pecan Pie for Thanksgiving? 
Very, very high. 
What are the odds I will resist the temptation to eat a sliver of that pie until Thursday afternoon?
Mmm…. negligible.

What are the odds that I have no idea what sort of face I’m making in that photo above, that I got another cold, that I had practically a million cups of tea today, that I ate lunch at 3:30, and that I am crazy-excited to watch The Voice tonight? 
All extremely high.
🙂

Chartreuse & Blueberry

Helllllllllllooooooooooo!

Chartreuse + Blueberry = Delicious Color Combo!

Actual Blueberries + Ginger + Chocolate = Delicious Coffee Cake
And then, because it certainly isn’t hot enough in my apartment {hah!}, I decided to turn on the oven and bake! How could I not with these beautiful wild blueberries? They just pleaded to be folded into a ginger coffee cake, with their buddies Scharffen-Berger chocolate chunks {the good stuff}. I’ve got some pretentious blueberries on my hands, don’t you think? And then this coffee cake demanded to be served with the “good stuff” ice cream for dessert. As if being #1 for breakfast wasn’t good enough! Hmpf. See if I make you again, Blueberry-Ginger-Chocolate Coffee Cake!
Ok, I totally will since it was utterly delicious and indulgent.

Style Secrets: Sunnies: Local Store, White tee: Local store. Necklace: Tag Sale, Skirt: Thrifted, Pumps: Thrifted
xo!