With Jenn in Georgetown for her bachelorette weekend // Photo by Eric Hung
This past weekend two of my closest friends got hitched under oak trees wrapped in twinkle lights. The wedding was full of friends, family, laughter, and warmth, and ended with the bridal party reminiscing with the bride and groom over a round of beer at the Ginger Man. It was overwhelmingly perfect.
Jenn and Steven, I love you both and I am so happy for yall. It was an honor to be part of your bridal party.
This has been posted all over social media but in case you missed the news, my sister is pregnant!! I’m going to be an Aunt!
Read her blog entry about it here and follow her adventures as we await Baby Riedel’s arrival, coming your way October!
I love baby so much already!
You gotta gypsy soul to blame
And you were born for leavin’
- Zac Brown Band
Country music is all I listen to now (with the exception of Tiny Desk Concerts occasionally). It’s the strangest thing since I’m a National-Bon-Iver-Indie-Worship kind of gal. To quote a co-worker, “Country just happens to you. You think you don’t like it and all of a sudden you’re listening to it.”
After a flurry of wedding activities (a bachelorette party and bridal shower), Sunday night was spent doing major catch up on 7in7. I’m really happy with the way this set turned out!
This quote by Trent Walton from his article Work Life sums up the above picture
“The online me is only one facet of who I am. That’s okay. I’ll accept your poor substitute on the web if you’ll accept mine.”
I’d like you to believe I frolic in flower fields all day long but that is far from true. After a day spent eating meat on sticks and experiencing the brouhaha that is the Sherwood Forest Faire, Mal pulled over by the side of the road so we could take some pictures in a patch of bluebonnets. I didn’t even know Layne took this shot until she sent it to me later.
Here’s a more accurate picture of “me”:
Eating my favorite food, half an avoacdo raw for lunch.
Here’s to keeping it real.
I scored this heavy, sturdy wood table on Craigslist from a women with short, brown curls and a cute dog and cactus on her porch in east Austin.
It was covered in cob webs and in order to get it upstairs we had to remove the legs. And it’s a good thing this table was so heavy and needed the legs removed, because empty snake eggs fell out of the table once we pulled off its legs.
After a good cleaning, it’s finally up the stairs!
Rowe and I call this upstairs table area “the nest” (like the Crow’s Nest of a ship).
The Nest is the coffee shop of this home called the Port and I pray the work done at this table would delight those around us.
PS: I stumbled upon feedly and realized there’s a handful of yall reading this blog. Hello there, I appreciate you!
Experimenting with gold leaf paper Monday night at Molly’s
with Reveille and Sigur Rós playing in the background
and some close friends creating alongside me
It’s April and I’m feeling ambitious and wanting to blog more regularly
+ A slew of wedding activities in next few weeks for two friends getting hitched this year
+ Headed to Athens in May. Yes, yes, yes!!
I am documenting the making of a creative space here on Miss Kite under the category “the Port.” I pray that words of hope and wit will be written on this dining room wall; I endearingly call this area the chalkboard cove.
Lately I’ve been musing about contentment. Since I was getting all whimsy on you here on the blog, I’m sharing a line from a Bieber lyric I stumbled upon. Nothing quite like some pop culture to ground us all.
But the grass ain’t always greener on the other side,
It’s green where you water it
Saturday night I lit candles, made soup, streamed the Voice (is anyone else obsessed with this show?) and built this drawer unit from Ikea (the closest thing to a flat tray drawer I can afford). It was a slow, relaxing evening and included a pleasant surprise. My friend Layne spontaneously dropped by and helped me finish building the piece and played her favorite George Strait songs for me; after I told her I recently discovered the one and probably only country song I like: Amarillo by Morning.
The top three drawers are slightly shallower than the bottom three, so I’ve filled them with scrap water colored paper and magazine tear outs and most recently a pack of gold leaf paper. I feel giddy when I pull them open.
Now there’s really no more excuse to not make more postcards.
This past October I began working at Southwestern University in Georgetown, an oasis of sorts from the energy of Austin. I like this town a lot which is saying something, coming from a proud self-identifying city gal like myself. I’ve been doing a mix of print work, social media, and web edits. I really like it. It’s a perfect balance of PR and graphic design, the two things I studied in LA. I feel like I’m finally getting into the groove of the 8-to-5 schedule. Somehow hitting a stride feels like a dramatic resignation–departing from contract work-life and the adventures that came with its flexibility. And yet I’ve embraced my job here faster than I thought for someone previously convinced that I was born for freelance life. Maybe someday. But not now. The gratitude I have for this job is overwhelming, it quenches the wandering thoughts that I’m not suppose to be where I am.
“Work is so foundational to our makeup that it is one of the few things we can take in significant doses without harm. Indeed, the Bible does not say we should work one day and rest six or that work and rest should be balanced evenly but directs us to the opposite ratio. Leisure and pleasure are great goods, but we can take only so much of them.”
– Timothy Keller, Every Good Endeavor