I dont usually do “Outfit of the day” posts or outfit posts at all, but last weekend I stood on my tippy-toes & let my bins of Spring/Summer clothes out of the closet. I was thrilled to see them after a long Winter.  My spirits are always lifted when the weather allows me to step out in a sundress and sandals. I prefer being barefoot when my dresses touch the ground but the places I can wear those shoes are limited (boo).

Mum said I needed to limit my photos on here with Roman because it makes me look crazy (whoops). Just because Roman is in this photo doesn’t mean I didn’t listen to her —  I always listen to my momma, she knows best. But today I tried to take this shot with self-timer & Roman ran onto the window ledge right as I sat down. I grabbed him to tell him he wasn’t asked to be in the picture, but it obviously didn’t work. So here I am sitting in my office acting all crazy and shit.

I’m obsessed with natural light lately. I don’t know why, but I can’t get enough of it. Nothing makes me happier than when the sun hits my house just right & makes every room glow when I open the windows. It’s rare that I turn lights on during the day and I keep the windows wide open to keep it cool. When it rains my house feels/smells/sounds like heaven… I’m very thankful for my beautiful sanctuary.

I should be doing so many other things, but I had to fit in some posts today. Don’t hate me for the email or two today :/  I just meees you

Sweet boys with good habits

Something that makes me happy:

The eight-year-old twin boys that walk their two wiener dogs past my house every single day. I’m convinced their mum wont let them out of the house until their dragon ball-z t-shirts are tucked into their jeans that don’t quite reach their ankles because they sit an inch or four above their belly buttons. And their matching velcroe tennis shoes are a must, because they pull everything together like a perfectly tied bow.

(this lovely woman took this photo of Dexter the Wiener dog)

The not-so-sentimental thing that makes me happy:

Closing my eyes while I quietly inhale pink, exhale grey, & pretend that this is my closet.

Also, when I play make believe these are my wooden kitchen utensils too. (they will be mine in real life next time I have arts & crafts time)

What makes you happy?

All my love, Bee

Authentic Self

I threw on a big ole’ sweater, leggings, cheetah socks and Lita’s – I was ready for school. Class was going great & I was learning a ton. I’m all about participating in class, but I was interrupted mid-sentence by my Professor. He looked at my feet as he tilted his head – ‘HOW do you walk in those things?’ he said. ‘Well..” I said, ‘I just do.‘ (Bravo on the reply, dumbass.)

Before I knew it the entire class was staring my shoes down. If I knew how to I’m sure I would have felt really awkward. I’m not sure if they were loving, hating, judging, or trying to understand. Either way, I wasn’t quite sure how to react. In a last attempt to explain I said ‘Well, they are boots, so you have ankle support….’  They still didn’t get it.

‘Those are not boots! Those are Pee Wee Herman shoes!” Before I knew it Professor LaPlante jumped onto his desk & danced across it on his toes. Aaaand it was hilarious. Matthew LaPlante is an official badass, if you weren’t already aware.

I may not know how to write flawlessly in AP Style but I can probably run faster then some people in my Litas. It won’t take me anywhere in life other then the front of a line at the mall, but if I’m going to fail I’m going to do it in style with a huge ass grin on my face. It feels good to be different when society pushes us all to be the same.

Cheers to stepping out in nothing but my authentic self today. Logan, meet Lita – Lita, meet Logan. We will meet again.


Suitcase & Shoes

On to my next destination tomorrow! You’d think I’d have this packing thing down by now. A girl that loves her shoes never finds success with a suitcase. Anyway, I’m curiously excited to see what the next two weeks holds. I’m so eager to have some time with my grandma before I move to Logan. She has a way of calming my nerves & making me feel at home. I’ll write more tomorrow night once I’m all settled… Ciao loves, XOXO

Run With It

I’ve never been scared to run. Running laps for hours or up hills with a teammate on my back was life, the norm… It was easy. Or you could say much easier then it is now. Soccer really made me think I was going to be fine all my life, that I wouldn’t ever struggle to go for a jog, I guess I thought I was a perma-athlete. Funny right. What, did I think my metablisom would kick ass forever? I never imagined my muscles disappearing, my abs getting weaker, or my arms being anything but toned. But here I am today pushing myself out the door to go on a run for the first time in months. I’ve been wanting to go so badly but I finally realized the only reason I haven’t yet is because I’m scared. I am scared to fail. The possibility of making it down the street and having to slow down or even worse, stop, scares the shit out of me… Because I’ve never known how that feels. That seems wrong to me, but it is what it is, and the only way to let go of that fear is embrace it for what it is and work to overcome it. So I’m in my muddy tennis shoes and underarmour ready to take the first step to self discovery and maybe my old body (inside and out). Its dumping outside but I think it’s beautiful. I’m doing my best to look on the bright side, maybe the rain will clean my muddy shoes so I wont have to?… Not too sure if that’s a rational thought but it makes me feel better so I’m going to run with it. Wish me luck dolls. Ps Let’s pretend I’m the girl running with the cheetah, she’s amazing. Just close your eyes and imagine me except now I’m African and have long luscious hair and I’m pure muscle. My ass cheeks defy gravity just like hers. Wouldn’t that be AWESOME??