A bachelorette party is similar to what you’d say about Las Vegas, Mexico, or anywhere else you’re doing something you don’t want others to know about…What happens there stays there. You want to keep people thinking you’re a classy lady with strong morals and are definitely not dancing on a trolley pole to “Back Dat Ass Up”. I’ll continue with that tradition because it’s one of the best parts of being a bachelorette. Keep Reading
Let’s acknowledge Joel & I are 26 days away from Becoming the Bodes by sharing our wedding moodboard! Now’s not the time to admit I stewed over this longer than I did my dress because the challenge today is only having 20-min. to talk about the moodboard.
This is a good limit to discuss wedding details at this point. Keep Reading
Today is my birthday. I am 26.
I woke up to balloons on the ceiling, sunflowers on my dresser, and an inflatable flamingo on my floor. Her name is Fran, and she’ll be accompanying me to my Bachelorette beach day tomorrow. Joel put them there yesterday with the best bacon card a girl could ask for before heading north for his Bachelor weekend because he is the most thoughtful person I know. Keep Reading
We had a slow Sunday. Slept in, eventually found the coffee. We took up the same space but held it differently.
It was midday when we discovered a few inches of water covering our basement floor. Clothes and cardboard drowned in last night’s storms. In a moment, we held a different space in the same way; strained, frustrated, action-mode. This wasn’t the “getting on the water as soon as we can” we had planned for today. Keep Reading
Aghh, the hardest part about this challenge is the 20-minute limit. The poking & prodding urge to change placement or image or or or… after time’s up is like a nervous tick to me. Perfectionists dissolve! It is a trick. I will look back on this next week & think wow, this is really something & completely forget all the internal struggle of the uneven spaces between the 3 thin tree-filled boxes. Keep Reading
When was the last time
you caught fireflies in a mason jar?
When was the last time
you heard crickets sing at the edge of a dirt road?
Do you remember the last time
you swung from a swing that hung from a tree?
Or the time
you slept in your bathing suit to be first to the water?
The boat? The raft?
Oh, and what about the time
you laid in the grass, smelled it’s fresh cut,
looking to animals in the clouds? Keep Reading