Reading

reading. i can't say how much it has impacted my life. these are only a few of the books that have changed my way of thinking. they have inspired me to be who i am. anne of green gables let me be the free spirit i always wanted to be. the three weavers grounded me. when crickets cry  made me question life and found out that it is worth it to open up my heart to the people around me even if it hurts a little. :) i could go on forever but i won't. so a big shout out goes to all those authors out there who changed my life. thanks. :)

Ah, the joy of reading...of being swept away to places you've never been, times that have come and gone, characters that make you want to become a better version of yourself. I don't think I can put into words how much I love to read; how excited I get when a new book sits before me, unopened. So, guess what I'm going to go do now! :)

Circles

balloons. just one more thing that makes me smile. :)

When I was little, my mom had this tin in her sewing cabinet that was full of buttons. I remember asking if I could look at them and then pouring them all out on the floor or table and looking at all the different ones. I picked out my favorites and I'm sure I asked many times if I could keep those for myself. Ah, the memories...

Fall

the trees! the leaves! i'm falling for fall! -mutts

the most  beautiful sight in the morning right now is this lovely tree with the sun shining through the leaves. :)

I am not a fan of fall. Plants dying and winter around the corner...I just can't see how anyone can like fall. For the past number of years, I've tried my hardest to see the good in fall, and yet I still find myself wrinkling up my nose at the thought of it. So, I figure, the least I can do is recognize the beauty of the season. This week, I challenged myself to capture as much of that beauty as I could, and it worked...I had a hard time choosing just one photo for this blog :p So, here's to fall...my least favorite season (at lease winter has Christmas!).

Shoes

shoes are my weakness to put it simply. i think it's my girly girl side coming out. even when i was little and we went shopping for school shoes mom had to pull me away from the heeled shoes. so i guess that's why i have so many high heeled shoes in my closet now. and why i still fit so many on when i go into the store. :)

Could these two pictures be any different? :) These old, ratty work boots belong to my husband and they mean so much to me. They are worn by a man who works hard day and (sometimes) night to provide for me. They also remind me of the miracle of how God gave Dennis is business. I am also a girly-girl who loves her heals, but I don't think any pair of shoes means as much to me as these stinky work boots.