25. Something you made
{because i’m so crafty}
January 25, 2012
Gotta love modge-podge.
Archives for January 2012
{photo a day}: something you made
January 25, 2012
{photo a day}: guilty pleasure
January 24, 2012
24. Guilty pleasure
{double stuf oreos}
January 24, 2012
The only real way to eat an oreo is to drench it in milk.
DELICIOUS.
Terribly Delicious.
MAINE
January 24, 2012
Sunday was one of those days where you have to pinch yourself to make sure what’s happening around you is real. Except when you pinch yourself you can hardly feel it because you’re extra numb from the cold. For some reason, I didn’t mind it, though. The air felt fresh and much needed, like that tall glass of cold water I love to drink at the end of every day.
It was so peaceful and serene as we walked along the trails by the water in Freeport. The snow was perfectly new and the light was so bright it woke me up from the winter haze that comes across me during those weeks after the holidays.
I needed this weekend and I’m glad for it.
It reminded me that winter is good and beautiful. Sometimes I get so stuck on warmer days and I don’t give winter its proper credit.
Winter is important in its own way.
Winter is cozy and refreshing.
Winter loves the sunshine and pretty light.
Winter is strong and solid and good.
Winter helps start the cycle again, settling the earth and preparing it for what is to come.
Winter makes way for spring.
And summer.
And fall.
I am lucky to live in a place with seasons so that I can appreciate each one in their own way. This weekend’s winter was too gorgeous not to love, and it was nice to be reminded of it.
{photo a day}: something old
January 23, 2012
23. Something old
{my great grandmother Anna’s bracelet}
January 23, 2012
This bracelet was given to me by my mother when I was young, and before it was hers, it belonged to her grandmother, Anna Lawko, whom I was named after. Her mother (Anna’s) lived in Czechoslovakia before coming to Ellis Island as an immigrant.
It means so much to me to have this bracelet, to have this piece of history and the past.
In truth, I was named after both my great-grandmothers, which makes it even more special:
Anna Lawko (my mother’s mother’s mother) and Anna Sehl (my father’s father’s mother).
Someday I hope to write out my whole family tree– It’s important, don’t you think?
I love my name and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Who were you named after? Is there a story behind how you got your name?
