The mantra above describes me to a certain extent especially the part about embracing my spirituality, aspiring to my dreams and living through my passions. The unmoveable, unshakeable, unstoppable part I’m still working on.
I’ve tried to live my life in a way that suits me. I’m becoming more environmentally conscious, even my decorating is going green. Living in a healthy way and eliminating stress by spending time in nature and with my lovies.
I’m trying to reuse and repurpose where I can, as in my latest decorating project of recycled magazine pages and vintage jewelry.
I came across the mantra above in the eco-friendly Boho Magazine It supports the notion of living green and being true to one’s self-I love that. I need another magazine subscription like I need another hole in my head but this one is different, it inspires me to keep going and do better-I need that.
It’s so important right now to think globally but buy locally. We should embrace the world like never before but remain loyal by supporting our neighbors.
I’m digging deep on a friday with a little food for thought. Are you a boho girl or guy?
I’m the girl who gets lost in the mood, the atmosphere, and the hype. I walk into a store with the right music, the right colors and an atmosphere with that special something and it’s all over for me. I’m buying whatever they’re selling. Sometimes you walk into a shop and you just know that they get you. I had that experience a few years ago at a local boutique, Octobermoon. I walked in the door and the music playing was from an artist that I love and listen to often, my favorite scent was floating through the air and when I struck up a conversation with the shop owner I could see so much of myself in her. I knew this would be a place I would frequent often.
This is how I feel when I look at a Martha Stewart Living Magazine or my favorite publication Claire Murray, La Vie and just how I feel when I enter the Anthropologie store or flip through their catalog. I’m instantly smitten and feel transported to a place where adventure and extraordinary style meet. Maybe I’m easily swayed or just maybe I’m the kind of girl who feels more than she thinks.
So many franchises rely on sales or lowest every day price and forgo the nice displays or inspiring atmosphere and in today’s market that works. But there are those shoppers who are swept up by the moment or buy into the dreamy lifestyle rather than the price- believe me they’re out there. Working as a sales associate at Pottery Barn has made me more aware than ever that I’m not alone. The temptation driven by a feeling of plush living works its magic on many.
So tell me what calls do you answer to: price, quality, atmosphere, or just pure temptation? Are you aware of that inner voice, buy me….
A little seascape made from reminants of my 2007 sanibel vacation.
It’s time to make my reservations for another spring break by the sea. Every year I pick out a cottage on-line with a preconceived notion of how it will look. It’s always perfectly fine and usually quite lovely but never exactly as I envision. Below is what I’ve imagined for this year…
Standing alone in the silent little rented cottage, she sighed and sat down in a comfy slip covered chair near the open window. The warm salty breeze felt wonderful against her skin. She loved the way the long sheer curtains blew across the floor. It felt as though the room was alive and breathing. This cottage had a life of its own and somehow offered a sense of companionship. The old girl had once been a care takers cottage to the slightly dilapidated mansion up the hill. It wasn’t in the best of shape and the weeds and wild roses had grown up all around but she kind of liked it that way. It felt hidden and safe, just like her secrets; the ones that she had locked away in the vault so long ago. This cabin was part of a cottage row and the closest one to the sea. All of the cottages were old and failing but somehow this old girl had fared the best. She was still quite structurally sound. The inside was painted a creamy Casablanca white. The ceiling was cedar and there was a large wooden beam across the middle. The cupboards were cottage blue with weathered metal handles. The square kitchen table had a chopping block for a top, and faded blue legs. The chairs were wooden, straight back- two painted cottage blue and the other two in a sunny yellow. The appliances were white, quite old but still very functional. The floor boards were wide wooden planks and in some places the gaps between them were wide enough to see the sandy soil below. She didn’t mind and felt a kindred spirit toward this old place. The gardens, now slightly overgrown, must have been someone’s pride and joy. There were so many wonderful flowers that had been carefully planted along the picket fence. The colors of the roses blended together perfectly. The soft peachy roses next the baby pinks then fading into the creamy off-whites and finally a stellar white to end the row. She loved the honey suckle vine that climbed the trellis wall; the smell was divine.
The setting here was lovely and mysterious. The old cottages seemed all but forgotten and the intriguing Mansion on the hill looked so ominous. All of this was constructed so masterfully on beautifully lush grounds overlooking the sea.
I have a vivid imagination that is hard to live up to. Enough day dreaming- off to work!
Thanks for taking a moment to spend your day dream with me.Sometimes we need just a moment to close our eyes and let our minds take us to that quiet place where dreams linger and anything is possible. For the dreamy chair poll the clear winner or image that spoke the loudest was #2, the chair with the nest and little blue eggs. This image was raw, totally untouched by photo-shop. It just goes to show that the real magic of light speaks louder than anything simulated in a photo editing program. Image number #1 and #2 will be for sale in the studio and #1, #2 and #3 will be for sale in a set of dreamy little note cards later today. I’m so excited but right now this girl has to take off her dreamy hat, put on her super-girl cape, hop in her sporty convertible (lets pretend I have one) and drive 40 minutes away to rescue Mr. Java. He forgot his work phone and several of his desperate employees have questions and need to his assistance. So I’ll be back this afternoon to work in the studio and make my blog rounds. Thanks again for your input on my mystic dream space.
Oh, by the way, I’ve started revamping my vision board. I’ll give you a peek some time soon.
Pack your bags and come with me- no passport required.
Here we go again; I’m dreaming of traveling to far-away, mystical places. Lands where beautiful exotic things grow freely and the air smells like magic as the breeze blows little surprises my way. In my dreams everyone in this land is unique, no two are alike. Each person is valued for the special way they grace the world with a unique presence.
There is no pressure to be successful, no reason to stress or fight because everything is free and shared. In this place there is only harmony and peace, no wars, no prejudice, no poverty, just happy rhythms flowing freely like the whirrr of a carousel spinning round and round.
It’s all there in my dream just waiting to be discovered but for some reason this place is secret and can’t be found. No matter how hard I try or how long I search, I always wake before reaching this exotic place. So I have to wonder is there such a place of love and peace for all? Is this really a dream or just a passing thought drifting through my conciousness, inbetween awakefulness and sleep? Do you dream of shimmering places that can’t be reached?
Perhaps I’m dreaming of travel and far away lands because something feels a miss about this season of sun and budding gardens. The weather has been ever so funky and thrown me off just a touch. The days start out in the fifties with a cloudy haze and cool damp air. This lasts until mid afternoon when the sun either melts it’s way through the haze or thunder storms break loose and swallow the day. Then around four or five o’clock the sun gets warm and true to a June afternoon but shortly there after the coolness creeps back in. The weather has been quite bazaar for mid June.
Come to think of it this year has been a calamity of oddities, the weather colder than unusual with record amounts of snow and the news of an economy filled with doom and despair but then we had a little glimmer of hope with a new election and a promise of better days to come. Perhaps all of this would explain my thoughts and dreams that seem to be just out of reach. I have seen a glimpse of this magical place and it’s not perfect but soft and dreamy all the same, which is just the way I like it.
Have a soft and dreamy Monday.
Endless summer between the sheets
Ahhh, summer- I love it so. It’s a time when clothes are optional well at least in the house and shoes are forgotten. The warm sun feels good on my skin and the breeze blows a familiar smell of freshly mowed grass through my window. It’s a time when families gather and children run free through the yard with an open jar ready to catch the first fire-fly of the season.
Summer’s child is curious by nature
and adventurous by design,
a versatile soul that bounces like the flickering light
of a summer afternoon.
This child is kind and willing to bend like the willow
and float like a butterfly.
Her stellar personality shines when in the spotlight
like a newly bloomed flower.
This lover of nature throws seeds of love
to all who dwell within her garden.
I wish summer could last forever and ever. After a great weekend I felt inspired to share a few of my favorite things about the season. I know it’s only June but I want to savor every moment that this beautiful time of year has to offer.
I love the garden this time of year with it’s freshly opened blooms. I love growing tasty herbs in little pots outside my window and use them when I cook. My cooking needs all the help it can get. .. teeehee
An amazing sunrise over the misty pond.
Okay that’s enough beautiful summer day dreams for today. There is something I saw that I found quite amazing and I want to share it with you. Although I think it was beautiful in it’s own way, I’m not sure how the rest of you will feel about it. WARNING… many of you may find this a little disturbing.
This weekend I took a load of trash out to the kirby (trash can) and when I opened the lid I was shocked by what I saw. Mr. J had been cleaning out the garage and decided to pitch an old duffel bag, he barely peeked inside and saw that it was filled with old junk no longer needed. Well little did he realize that this little bag had become a home to a family of deer mice. So as I opened the lid on the top of the garbage can mound stood a mommy mouse with four or five babies attached to her. She saw me and started to run when one of the babies fell off so she went back and layed down beside it until it reattached itself, then she took off again.
I have never seen anything like it. No I didn’t get a picture- I’m not in the habit of carrying my camera to the trash can. I’m not afraid of mice but the thought of them crawling on me is disturbing so I quickly closed the lid. Now if you have nightmares because of this I am sorry but I just couldn’t help sharing.
Have an amazing day- without the mice.
I’ll be doing a little garden gazing; only after all my work is done
I’m still waiting for a little sunshine.
The scary tree outside my window (secret..I’m still afraid of the dark-sometimes)
Today I would like to take you on a little journey to a secret place. Let’s take a ride through dreamland. So get ready, sit back and just let go……. Floating through the darkness and then…… my dream begins.
Lights are flickering- great adventures unfolding. Coasting, coasting with my head in the clouds. Dreams are like a story, they take you there and leave you standing where all things are possible and you always land softly.
Lights are flickering and I have visions flashing in my head. My recurring dream is here again. I don’t believe it. He takes me there, the stars, the sky wide open. Drifting, floating, and coasting to a soft landing. Then something tickles my ear,”Do you hear me calling…” I see the man who is no stranger in my dreams ”come hear, love” he whispers through the night. The trees part ways and a moon appears, so luminous it takes my breath away. The scenery, the great adventure, the man with my dreams in his hand. I reach for him but then I recognize my heart in a tiny little box, bright pink and beating ever so slowly, steam rises, his hands, my heart, his vision, my dreams, our life. I don’t believe it.
He says goodnight and so I go….far, far, very far away, rising, twisting, turning into a downward spiral to a soft landing. The curtains breathing life into a stale room, in and out with the gentle breeze, the canopy of my bed, the twinkling of a million stars, I am alone in a pool of sweat, my heart firmly planted, and my life the same. I’m falling for him baaad! But it’s too late. I believe it. jj
I just wanted to leave you with dreams and wide open spaces for your mid- week pondering. Have a dreamy Wednesday. For those of you who commented, I updated the story here. Thanks….jj
Enjoy a little “Bubbly Toes” by Jack Johnson to make you move like a jellyfish, his words not mine.
Gotta love that! Be on your bubbly toes tomorrow when I post Java June’s Travel Treasure give-away