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Werkspace Wednesday | What’s Cookin’ . . . .

Workspace Wednesday | THE LOOKBOOK PHILOSOPHY

Happy Wednesday guys! I’ve been doing a lot of editing at my computer lately for an upcoming project that I am looking forward to sharing with you soon. I’ve also been doing a little line research on the side and brainstorming for a rebrand of my handbag line that I am working on with Kelly Brito (super excited about that!!) Next week I’ll be introducing a new blog series I just created that was inspired by yesterday’s post. I’m really excited about it! Well, I’m headed off to a doc appointment.

I hope this Wednesday is treating you well!
xx

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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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