Tastes of Spring

Hi loves. So, it’s almost March! Almost. And for a heat loving girl who always has her bikini in her glovebox just in case, that makes me very happy. We’ve had a couple of really beautiful sunny days in Salt Lake over the last week (60 degrees) Now, I realize that they were kind of teasers… but I’m already feeling pretty antsy for Spring to get here.

One of my favorite things is planning out what to plant in our garden. It’s so much fun sitting down with my mom on the porch and drawing out where each plant will go. She’s much better at it than me, but I’m learning more each year. She focuses on things that are over my head and I focus on placing pretty crystals and wind chimes etc. all around to make it a happy garden. I was obviously raised by a pack of lesbians and hippies.. So there’s that.

There’s something therapeutic about putting my cut off shorts and a tank top on, getting on my knees, and getting my hands dirty after a long day at work. No stress, no bullshit, just me, the plants, some bugs, and some good tunes.

There are moments where gardening can really kick my ass and make me sweat. Like when my mom grants me the lovely duty of hauling huge bags of turkey shit from the car into the garden…. And then there are times where I am caring for one specific baby tomato plant that needs some trimming, and if I don’t do it right it wont live so I have to really take my time and be gentle with it. I’m not a gentle person by nature… so it kind of becomes a calming, peaceful thing for me to do. I always have a shit eating grin on my face when I can go and pick a gorgeous, perfect, homegrown tomato off of that exact plant a few weeks later.

And there is nothing better then being able to share our harvest with loved ones and neighbors. Whether it’s a basket of assorted fresh produce or an amazing dinner made strictly from the garden that we enjoy together on a Summer night. It’s rewarding, and there is comfort and joy in knowing exactly where our food came from.

If you don’t have a garden I suggest you do the hustle and start making a game plan to change that. It’s hard work, but the outcome is more than worth it. Alls I’m sayin’ is I’ve never met a soul that has said “This fresh, organic, heirloom tomato really sucks. I wish I wouldn’t have planted this garden.”

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She Tastes Like..

“She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope.” -Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone

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Hold On

When I was 17 I saw Colbie Caillat in concert here in Salt Lake. That was an odd phase for me, and I stopped listening to her music shortly after. But tonight Kels told me to listen to her new song “Hold On”. And you know what? I plan on playing it loud n’ proud on my way to the gym. And work. And to school. And back home. Sometimes you just need a chick song to rock out to without feeling “dumb” about it. Girlfriend has stepped up her game since the whole “bubbly” situation.

Have a great day my loves!

XOXO

Seeing My Potential

The last few months of my life have been focused on preparing myself to return to school. Making the decision to start taking classes again was difficult for me, but I am so glad that I did. Taking some time off of school and allowing myself some time to truly discover what direction I want to go in has made a huge impact on me as a person.

I’ve finally learned that if we wait to start something when we are ready we may never begin.

I spent last night laughing so hard that I had tears coming out of my eyes with my best friend… and I really can’t think of a better way to say goodbye to my typical routine. Ryanne and Pat and I also watched our niners take the win today, that was a nice lil’ bonus to the weekend.

I’m curiously excited to see what this next chapter will bring. I never, ever imagined that this is what my life would be like at 22. Cheers to doing some soul-searching and becoming a stronger person because of it. Thank god I finally realized that I am too passionate to not put myself as a priority.

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All my love,

Bailey Mikell

My ass can’t live without you

Dear stair-stepper,

we used to be unbreakable. I’d always come see you late at night when I was feeling down & you’d pick me up with lots of tough-love (tripping me, etc.) but you’d always lift my ass a hair-or-two if I visited frequently, so that is just what I did. But then I got busy. I guess you could say life happened, and I left. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve seen you, but my ass can’t live without you. I’m comin’ for you baby — I will step up to your love.

xoxo, the sweatiest brizzle of them all

If you’re currently stair-stepper-less, I recommend www.bodyrock.tv

Find a penny, pick it up…

Dear Kate Spade, if your prices weren’t so exorbitant I’d rock more than your beautiful quotes. I will continue to love you even though we can’t really be together the way I would like us to be. After all, it’s the thought that counts.

Yours truly, Playful-Penny-Pincher

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If you had to describe yourself in four words, which would you choose? It’s okay if you want to use sexy & beast, I won’t judge or tell you you’re wrong. I’ll probably just tell you you’re awesome. Rules are everywhere, so I choose to not really have any around here. Hope you’re cool with that?

xoxo