awe.

A perfect blend of pretty, sweet and vintage. Stumbled upon here.

mustache.

Choose your mustache wisely. Honestly, this cracks me up. Found here.

tears.

  They are cruel, those little wells of emotion.  Many times they let secrets escape. These crevices have no feelings of their own yet unveil the heart of whom they belong. Tears can form as quickly as a trigger pulled on a gun. Small drops of humanity do not fear the thoughts that accompany them; they know their purpose. A world with a heart of stone teaches people to bury. A simple expression innately given to each of us suddenly becomes shameful. This world deceives a broken heart into the possession of weakness because of tear-stained cheeks.
  Remembering that humans were created with emotions quickly escapes the mind. People feel. Hearts hurt. Tears have the privilege of releasing the words that could not be spoken with a voice. The flesh that fears streams of release never experiences the healing they can bring. A negative view of this emotion lets one forget that a cry can be for happiness. A bride's eyes are pricked by tears the moment she meets the gaze of her precious groom. A mother weeps after seeing the gift that was brought by long-suffering and pain. A young lady cries for hope restored to a solemn soul of loneliness.
  None of us possess the mask of immortality that leaves us numb to life. We were made to love and laugh and be sad but not remain that way.

Currently Listening: "Solitaire" by Wilco

avett + baseball.

For all you folk who love these fine fellows, a free concert will be held after the Braves game on April tenth. For all the people that love baseball and have no idea who these bearded men are, you are in for a treat. These brothers sing of love lost and love gained. Times when a day seemed too awful to bare or something as parasitic as shame show their face in lyrics. Heart and soul is used to describe an element added to music; the Avett Brothers embody that with every note played or sung. Truth. 

Give them a Listen. Disappointment will not occur.

old fashioned.

  There is something to be said for old fashioned things; the things that made life special and mysterious in the days of our grandparents. After spending a week with my beautiful, ninety-two year old Gram, I furthered my education on the meaning of lady-like. A true gem that woman is. I decided to rummage through drawers and cabinets in the hours of relief from the hot, Florida sun. Treasure is what I found. Love letters slid in between books and pages; paper forgotten but the words stitched upon her heart. Wax and seals used to close the envelopes that held feelings strung together by dots on a page were found in a forgotten drawer of a secretary. Even the way that Gram "dressed for dinner" despite the fact that hamburgers adorned the menu drew a smile. Little things count. 

  It is sad to imagine a day when receiving a hand-written letter in the mail loses its value. Floral prints and sixties model BMW's are not the only things I like to reach into the past for; it's the manners, the innocence, and the swoon. A new mural was painted each sunrise and finished when the warmth disappeared underneath the Western horizon. I still believe the days that stole so many hearts exist. Our world just makes one dig a bit of a deeper hole.

Currently Listening: "Old Old Fashioned" by Frightened Rabbit

  

girly.

All of these pretties found at ModCloth.

  Spring is in the air and nothing warms my heart more than the stitched dresses that adorn the windows of stores in the mall. A dress. A piece of clothing tailored only to women. All people wear shirts and pants and shoes, but only women wear the dress. Femininity makes its debut in the lace or tulle of a perfect gown.  From little girls all the way to our sweet grandmothers, these dresses mark the evenings that changed our lives: daddy-daughter dances, prom, recitals, the first date. An entire memory can be recalled from the dress that was worn. 

  Ladies have the privilege of wearing something so precious. I sometimes put on my favorite dresses in my room and dance around,  acting as though I were at a very important event. A summer dress walks me into the park with sandaled feet and no agenda. An evening dress dances me into a room surrounded by couples mistaking the evening for a karaoke night as they sing their favorite song to a loved one. A comfy dress sits me on a couch with conversation of music and life accompanied by some sweets. All of them carry such a tale. To have a story is almost excuse enough to make the purchase. 

  My niece is at an age where all she picks out in the morning to wear are dresses; with the occasional skirt tossed in. Even at the age of six, girls want to feel pretty and feminine. Somehow over the years many lose the feeling they once held in their bedroom mirror. My research has proven that twirling is good for the soul. Research stemming from just over eighteen years of special events, sisters and friends. Its okay to be girly, and more than okay to enjoy it. 

Currently Listening: "What I Wouldn't Do" by A Fine Frenzy