shaped

i am a conversationalist. 


an analyzer.


a theoretical appreciator. 


and someone who believes that everything has meaning. 
(sometimes the meaning is just that it's stupid. but- seriously. yes.)


occasionally i have trouble accepting change because it requires an entire process for me
other times i welcome change with unparalleled grace- admiring the fact that change is possible  and happily seeking the greater purpose. i'm so awesome. (except for, not really). 


but- i'm not really sure which approach i'm trying to adopt now. 


i'm about to be the kind of person that irritates me. the person who acts like all life's greatest treasures are hidden in a song. for the record, i don't believe that. i think life's greatest treasures are actually excavated from words having been chiseled together; whether spoken or written. ironically that is what song lyrics are. 

"we are shaped by the light that we let through us"

oftentimes my attitude towards life is that every decision, accident, change, or choice that enters our lives bears with it the sometimes overwhelming opportunity to transform us, shaping us into something new. sometimes better. sometimes worse.


but as of right now, i don't think i believe that. 


i think we invest too much belief in the perception that the variables of life hold the responsibility and power of evolving. and they don't. 


i'm starting to think that we are wholly changed by opportunities where we engage in letting light shine through us. in being vessels for Him. that is where transformation lies. where anything which actually holds any power to change us can be found. 


life is molded and transformed by the Greatest Creator, but we have to let him. 
we have to be willing. 
i want to be willing. 

friday

this is a good book. 

my recommendations are the cusp of popularity, i know. 

but this is like... a personalized recommendation for you. 

so, you're welcome. 

An open letter to Tory Burch

TB-
I do not appreciate the scrolling pictures in the weekender outfits email you sent out.



A. It makes me feel like my weekend is inferior to this girl's. She is, after all, holding a Guggenheim brochure.

B. It makes me feel like winter is something that everyone else (including you, Tory) is taking part in except me.

C. It makes me believe that the key to having a perfect weekend lies in this coat. And I briefly consider moving accounts and funding around and selling plasma and selling my car and then leaving the bank an IOU and purchasing this perfectly buckled trench.

It hurts me. It really does.

-k

week in collage 10.11.11

Dolly Parton concert anyone? 

Love Sam lace blouse, $275
Marc by Marc Jacobs cuffed jeans, $215
Mrkt black boots, $130
MICHAEL Michael Kors michael kors wallet, $118
H M metal bangle, £6.99
Saloni gold jewelry, $70
Monsoon flower hair accessory, £6
Juicy Couture Eau de Parfum Spray No Color 1.7 oz, $89
OPI Nail Polish - Sparrow Me The Drama OPI Health & Beauty |..., £11
Joya Coup de Foudre Limited Edition Candle, $225
Buy Apple iPad 2 MC979B/A Wi-Fi, 16GB, White online at JohnLewis.com -..., £399
The Vatican Library Collection Windows to Heaven Floral Medallion..., $28
Reese's Miniature Peanut Butter Cups 105 Cup Box: Amazon.com: Grocery..., $18

speaking.

i have a hard time discovering voice here.

basically because i don't have one standard voice. and that's just how it is, friends.

stupidly insightful with sporadically sprinkled pictures of adorbs baby-folk.

that's just going to be the way it is.

sunday sonetto vol. iii

Racking brains and
Misplaced thoughts.
Empty space,
Wishes and have-nots.

Miles apart
From what it seems-
Distance me
From all my dreams.

sunday sonetto vol. ii

There are places in my heart;
unsearchable, hidden, and few.
Things always kept apart
from what I've shared with you.

Places of fear, filled with unrest,
realities of imperfection.
Times when I didn't pass the test-
All needing my protection.

Evidence of flaws,
frightened to reveal.
Because it might would cause
a loss of my appeal.

If I share this lifetime of weakness -
Would it add to my uniqueness?

heat index

all these posts about "yay autumn!" popping up on my blogroll is making me jeal.

houston texas does not understand that concept.

humidity? yes.

leaves changing? not so much.

i don't know what it's like to enjoy being outside. sweat is my arch nemesis. (followed closely by showering). (i'm just being honest here-- why does it have to steal so much of my limited free time?)

it probably doesn't help that my low tolerance for sweating is closely related to my high penchant for complaining.

but people, checking the mail should never require a shower afterwords. it just shouldn't. (especially when showering makes you get all angry)

point being, if autumn existed then i wouldn't sweat so much. which means I could shower less. and then the complaining would greatly decrease. everybody wins!

autumn experiencing friends, what are you doing with all your shower-less freedoms?

never mind-- don't tell me.

blaine wasn't super interested in having his picture taken

then i was punched. 

obviously, the heat makes everybody angry.

 except maybe not abram. but he's an exception.

the creepiest show on earth

how, on God's green earth did this ever make it onto television?

does this children's show not give anyone else nightmares!?!

want to know more?

(p.s. are you crazy?)

fine art fair

my friend emily and i went to the first ever Houston Fine Art Fair this past weekend. 

but on our way there, we saw that discovery green (H-towns own version of Central Park, take that NYC) was hosting a flea market, (!!) so we explored. 

as we were leaving the market we spotted the What's Up Cupcake-mobile. 

(which we couldn't resist)

emily is confused because it began raining. rain is confusing to Texans right now.

we found some protection from the rain, to eat our cupcakery.

 and to take pictures.

and then we made it to the fair.
where photography was limited, but i broke some rules to snap a few shots.
(so sue me)

particularly of the piece made solely out of dollar bills, and georgey w. in his swim trunks. 

em & i were both very inspired by the wall of keyboard scraps.

the fair was spectacular.

over 100 + booths from all over the world packed into the convention center

and completely set up like a museum.

 like my swag bag? 

make art happen. 

inspirational. 

really.