Down time. Finally.
Oh Winter! Welcome.
I love your snowflakes and hot cocoa and days snowed in and ice covered trees that look like heaven and all the holiday cheer and snuggling with warm blankets and mistletoe.
Panic! At The Disco's High Hopes has been stuck in my head all night. However, I do have some more meaningful insight to share tonight. Over the past couple of months- I've been holding relationships very carefully. Sizing them up. Are they genuine? Authentic? And I'm really happy to say the 99% of them are. However, the 1% that aren't- well those always seem to be the ones we want to work out the most. The lost causes. Standing up and walking away is hard. Very hard. I have this awful knack for mistaking situations as being hopeful. I once received a Christmas gift, a wooden heart with the word 'HOPE' carved into it and was foolish enough to believe that intent was everything. And now I realize that hope/intent just doesn't cut it. We have to be willing to put our words into action. 22NOV2018
I have lucky earrings that were my grandmother's. She was Irish.
I have a deep sense of style that I inherited from my other grandmother. She was Czechoslovakian.
I am all the women before me, but still me.
November 14thBirthday Girl Post!
I'm sharing my favourite birthday cake recipe with you! It's delicious and best in small doses!
2 cups sugar, 1.75 cups flour, .75 cup cocoa, 1.5 tsp baking powder, 1.5 tsp baking soda, 1 tsp salt, 2 eggs, 1 cup whole milk, .5 cup vegetable oil, 3 tsp vanilla extract, & 1 cup boiling water.
Mix dry, then wet. Boiling water last. 350 degrees until clean knife test.
"Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up."
I've been listening to Marshmello's 'Happier' and Bazzi's 'Beautiful' on loop tonight.
J'aime les fleurs.
Les pivoines sont mes préférées.
Si doux, si délicat, si plein.
Fleur de mon coeur
Autumn is my season. And I've never had a pumpkin spice latte.
Raised on a farmette, autumn meant harvest. It meant seeing the toil of the spring and summer come to fruition. And pumpkins were just one of the many vegetables we harvested in the crisp fall months.
Autumn, for me, is that one last 'enjoy the outdoors' before burrowing in for the winter with cocoa and loved ones.
There's something very beautiful about nature. Even just today, I was stopped in my tracks FOUR TIMES by the colours of the changing trees. Colours that artists simply cannot achieve. The skies get more dramatic, too. The stars and moon even shine brighter.
I was born under an new moon in the cool autumn when the world was ripe and sleepy. xo, beck 01NOV18