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Let’s Celebrate Love Every Day! ♡

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I’m from the camp that love should be celebrated everyday, so holidays like Valentine’s Day don’t mean much to me. I think it’s so important to celebrate love in the smallest things. Bouquet’s of flowers are great, candy is nice, but the words that actually let people know you love and care about them are the most important thing. This past week I lost two people who meant a lot to me. Grieving is a funny thing, you never know exactly how you will be effected by losing a loved one. Unfortunately, losing someone close to you highlights the fact that it’s important to celebrate life + the love you have for each other when and wherever possible. Last week I decorated the studio windows with a subtle tribute to the spirit of love, which you can never have enough of . . . unless it’s a crazy, obsessed, overbearing kind of love . .  but I think that is a subject for a different blog post. 😳  Carry on! ;)

Happy Love Day!
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For the Love of Buttermilk . . . .

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Two of our bestsellers, make their debut in Buttermilk. This is the St. Francis clutch.

Introducing the "Eros Day Bag," available in Buttermilk embossed lambskin.

Introducing the “Eros Day Bag,” available in Buttermilk embossed lambskin.

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Have a great week!
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Thankful Thursdays | The Simple Truth . . .

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Today’s Thankful Thursday consists of a simple, well warranted, Thank you. I’m going to share a little story with you that will briefly explain the origin of this Thank You . . .

Once upon a time there was a boy who met a girl and fell in love. After many bliss-filled years of dating, (6 to be exact) they married and purchased a lovely home. This home was filled with love, laughter, sometimes arguing, eventually children, and lots of the girl’s “things.” (By things I am referring to  ALL of her numerous clothing items: shoes, purses, bobby pins, headbands, nail polish, tights, dresses, T shirts, jackets, tank tops, jeans, as well as, but not limited to: art supplies; including markers, pens, sketchbooks, paint brushes, pastel chalk, highlighters, post it notes, glitter, glue sticks, leather swatches, mechanical pencils and more.) Whew!

Well, the boy was a good sport, and put up with all of her “things” over the years. Sometimes the boy would notice that the girl was a little overwhelmed. For instance, he noticed that when she opened her closet, clothes would spew forth, as though trying to make a desperate escape from the depths of the black hole that was her closet. He would offer her hints in a well meaning sing song voice (that kind of annoyed her), about how to stay on top of her “things.”  The girl appreciated that he cared enough to give her advice, but she also knew that he didn’t fully “understand” what she was dealing with. For one thing, when the girl would get dressed, she would sometimes try on a few different outfits. This process could sometimes prove to be time consuming, thus eating up the time it would take to hang each item back on it’s appropriate hanger and replace said hanger on the over-stuffed, bending rod in her black hole closet. Before she knew it, she would have to hurry to leave, so as not to be late for her appointments. And so, the clothing would get placed on top of other clothing on the already stuffed and layered shelves and hangers in her closet. The girl meant well, her plan was always to return in the evening and hang up her items, placing them back on the sad and sagging rod in a color coordinated fashion. She rationalized it by reminding herself that all this madness was concealed behind two beautifully painted, glossy black doors, rendering the craziness invisible to others, and therefore making it non-offensive. Now, to her credit, maintaining an organized closet was something that had happened regularly in the earlier days of their marriage . . . pre-kids + home based business. And although the closet looked like the site of a natural disaster to the outside eye, she (pretty much) knew where everything was inside the closet. However, in recent years, she had absolutely, without a doubt, fallen short of the glory of the organized closet she had once maintained. And thus, any mention of it from the boy would annoy the crap out of her.

One day, the girl went out for a day at the spa with her friend. It was a lovely day, one filled with relaxation, good food, water play, sunbathing and laughter. When she returned, she was relaxed, yet somehow tired. As she walked into her room, she noticed a stack of empty shoe boxes piled in the corner of her room. This could only mean one thing. SOMEONE had been messing with her “things.” She knew this because these empty shoeboxes had previously taken up unorganized residence in her abyss closet. She slowly walked over to her closet, timidly putting her hand on the shiny gold handle. She carefully pulled the doors open and was met with the sound of angels singing. Glitter and gold dust fell from the sky, as her eyes took in the beauty of the scene before her. . .

The Boy Had Cleaned Her Closet.

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And for this, the girl was eternally thankful ♥.

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Do You Know What Today is . . .?

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 It’s our anniversary!!! As of 4 pm today, I will have been married for 11 years! A milestone some may say. But i’ll let you in on a little secret. September 21st is the date Rob and I got married in front of all our friends and family. And although that is the date we celebrate as our anniversary, we actually got married in Vegas on January 3rd, 2002. I got the crazy idea in my head that I wanted us to have a secret from the rest of the world. So I suggested we run off into the night and get married and not tell anyone. It would just be our little secret. Well, we did. And we kept that secret, pretty much. I don’t know what it is about secrets. Sometimes they can be sooo good.☺ Anyway, it’s been an amazing journey. There have been many lessons learned on both sides, and we are still growing. I thank God for the life He has blessed us to create together and I’m looking ahead with excitement toward our future!

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Thankful Thursdays: Gifts of Love

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I can’t believe it’s Thursday again! Time seems to be flying by so quickly! Each day is filled to the brim with phone calls, meal preparations, homework, pick-ups and drop-offs, and luckily, lots of laughter sandwiched in between the sibling bickering that has infiltrated our home ☺. I feel like I have not done a Thankful Thursday post in a while!

Today, I am thankful for the little things. Yesterday my daughter drew, colored and cut out seven hearts for me. When she gave them to me she told me how much she loves me. Although those words are spoken often in our home, I realize it is a blessing to receive them every time they are uttered. The day before, my son drew a really cool picture of a windmill and boat scene. Reston has been fascinated by windmills since he was two years old. He is always drawing them and creating them out of things he finds around the house. He gave me this picture and I keep it on my desk now. It makes me smile.

What are some of the things family members do for you that you are thankful for?