I'm Sorry Mama...I'm Cleaning Out My Closet



My super-cute neighbor Taylor has organized a garage sale for everyone in my building. MMM. I LOVE a garage sale. Wheeling, dealing, cash burning a hole in my pocket, empty spaces in my closet to be filled...WHOOP!

Stop by and check it out!

Saturday, July 31st, 2010
8:00 AM - 1:00 PM
200 West 300 South
Salt Lake City

Here's what you'll find from me:
- Stuff in my closet that I've never worn, and must acknowledge that I'll never wear
- Stuff that is too "young" for my age (bye bye Miley Cyrus tank/tulle dresses!)
- Stuff that requires me to wear leggings underneath (bye bye tunics that make me look pregnant!)
- Stuff that is lovely but makes me feel sad inside (bye bye Swarovski crystal ring and little Longchamp Bag!)
- A table with six chairs that Alek refinished in distressed white with a charcoal stain. I want to keep this thing in storage for my someday house, but if it can sell, it will sell!

Next week I'll blog about all of the stuff I bought with my cash. Mwahahahaha!!!



Possibilities

I LOVE LOVE LOVE a blank journal. Aaaahhhh, the possibilities. Every blank journal makes me think "YYEESSS. All I need is this journal and I will be WONDERFUL."

So of course at the Arts Festival this year I was sucked into the Iona Handcrafted Books tent...for like 30 minutes. I'm sure my friends were loving that but they totally indulged me. (Hugs!)

The tent was full of THE most gorgeous hand crafted journals. OH! They were so lovely. I bought a 200 page "Original" with an orange cover, but I DREAM of owning an Ultima. I think I'm going to put all of my Polaroids in my Iona and I may just plan a trip to Austin so I can drop by the studio. I may never leave.

I Will Love You All The Days of My Life


Mom has been busy helping her boss prepare his condolences for a funeral today. The funeral is for a close family friend's 17-year old daughter who passed away very suddenly.

She asked what he was thinking in terms of flowers and he suggested 99 Roses, because 99 Roses means "I will love you all the days of my life."

Isn't that just the most lovely, lovely thought?

Now we are all intrigued about the secret language of flowers.

We don't really think about the meaning of flowers today whenever we give them, we just pick out a pretty flower and we give it to someone but actually the real meaning behind flowers and their secret language has been lost.

The Victorians used flowers as a discreet form of communication. During the 18th century sending flower messages based on a Turkish secret language of flowers became popular. This was known as sending a 'Persian Salaam' - a coded bouquet to reveal your feelings of love or attraction. The Victorians became very knowledgeable in flower language and chose and arranged their bouquets carefully.

The study of the meaning of flowers is an actual science known as floriography, and it reveals an extra underlying meaning to sending or receiving flowers - subtle and secret messages can be passed through the different type of flowers. -- The Language and Meaning of Flowers