Archive for August, 2012

August 31st, 2012

Courtesy of Ballard Designs

Seeing the HGTV 2012 Green Dream Home in Serenbe, Georgia was pretty sweet. But getting to see a home designed by Ballard Designs creative director Jill Sharp Brinson was pure delight. On the heels of a friendly group of women who asked Brinson if they could venture in, we snuck our way through. Gratefully, the women let us be a part of their crew for the day.

As someone who melts in the presence of good design, I was enamored. I even managed to pick myself off the floor in order to snap a few shots. They hardly do justice to the home though.

{photo by The Inspiring Bee} The home that gave the 2012 HGTV green house a run for its money.

So much beauty reflected in this mirror.

Love the contrasting prints in a similar hue .

Love the idea of adding storage where there is none especially doing it in an elegant and simple way like this.

Couldn’t you just see yourself here sipping tea, idling the day away?

That’s it for now. Hope you have a great long weekend! We all need a break don’t we?

August 30th, 2012

Ocean Talk

I’m far from being the first person to find symbolism in the waves and the ocean. And I certainly won’t be the last. But I hope you’ll humor me a bit with these few pearls of wisdom given to me by loved ones while playing on the beach.

“Man just when things are going good, everything gets all messed up.” – from my 8-year-old cousin.

As said to me by my husband while I swam frantically in the opposite direction of an oncoming wave:

“You know running away from the wave actually is worse. Going toward them is easier because you’re meeting them just before they break on the shore.”

I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that the waves = fears and escaping them = well the same thing. When a wave comes barreling down toward me, I scream like a 4-year-old jump as high as heck and run as fast as you can in an ocean (a.k.a. not very fast). All that energy it takes to avoid them is pretty exhausting. And so it goes with life. You might not think of it, but the amount of fuel it takes to repress a problem, to avoid a fear, weighs heavily on your soul. And that’s energy that could be better spent on and with your loved ones, your passion, your dreams.

Surprisingly, when you go head on towards them, they’re not all that bad. Anticipation is always worst than the truth of what your facing. Even big and scary looking waves come down to shore eventually. What you need is courage in the interim when crazy anxious thoughts make even little waves look gigantic.

My advice?

Get grounded. Plant your feet firmly in the sand (or the cement or the dirt depending on where you live). Remember that waves ebb and flow, come and go, but you can always find your center. Getting grounded could be a physical sensation of security. But it can also be the safety and comfort you feel with a friend, the unconditional love you get from a pet or your partner. That strength will help you especially if you feel like an oncoming issue could wipe you out and knock you down.

Grab tools. Whether you’re swimming in the ocean or you’re wading through life, you need tools to help you meet any challenge coming your way. You need to learn how to swim for one and be prepared to do what you need to do to feel safe. Panicking is good for no one. Find solace in the tools you have around you-a life coach, a therapist, a good book-someone or something that has overcome big waves before and landed safely on the other side. Their wisdom can act as a guide, calming you so no matter what’s coming your way, you won’t feel alone.

Just do it. Sometimes it takes patience to overcome the big waves in your life. Sometimes it takes time to build courage, tools and to feel grounded. Other times you’ve got to stop wading around in the shallow side and take a risk to get to the deep end. There will never be a perfect time to do it. You can always have more confidence, be a little more prepared and have more courage. But that doesn’t mean it will be easier. Don’t wait for that calm day, it might never come.

Have any great tips on facing your fears ocean analogy or not?

August 24th, 2012

Like a Kid in a Candy Store

That’s how I felt when I walked around Savannah {this girl would know}. Every shop was like a candy store for my eyes. I tried to ingest them all in and got a visual eye ache after and a heartache from wanting to take everything home with me. Even now as I look through these pictures, I feel a sense of longing. I miss you Savannah, even though you kicked my butt with your heat and intermittent storms. I still love you.

Here’s a store I could live in:

Seashells galore and all things ocean. I live in Hawaii now, but these sea-inspired goodies were more gorgeous than anything I’ve seen on the beach. Seriously. But they cost an arm and a leg to bring them home.

{photos by The Inspiring Bee}

Although I couldn’t stomach buying anything, I did try to capture every moment like this one. See us in the reflection?

 

SO pretty! Don’t you love that red coral, the mini telescope, the hourglass?

Lots of antique goodies worthy of staring at all day.

Ending with these adorable vintage glasses. But I have more photos to share with you later. Hope y’all (as they’d say in Georgia) have a great weekend!

August 21st, 2012

I Don’t Know What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

{photo by The Inspiring Bee}

If you found yourself revisiting this question as a grown up, you know how frustrating the process of self-discovery can be. Perhaps, you took the first job you got after college or you simply fell into the career you have now. But it doesn’t fulfill you anymore. It pays the bills, but doesn’t make your heart soar.

If you find yourself asking, “Is that all there is?”, don’t despair. No matter how old you are, you always have a second chance to grow up again.

Speaking from someone who’s had over ten jobs in the last ten years, I don’t only know it’s possible, I’ve lived it.

The problem is most people are too scared to venture out into the unknown. We develop a false sense of control, and a weak web of security. But it’s enough to keep us away from the edge. Much better to live a safe life than to risk BIG.

At the same time, we drool over full-time bloggers, successful authors and entrepreneurs. “Lucky,” we think, never believing we can do it too. Yet, it’s only our minds that limit us and our ego that keeps us from venturing out of our shells.

The Truth About Taking a Leap

It is scary and it can feel risky and dangerous. But if anyone ever told you that staying where you are is safer than taking a risk, they’re mistaken. It’s NOT moving and resisting change that’s most risky. This is especially true right now when employers are looking for people who have multiple experiences and can juggle and manage a lot of different things.

Here’s what I know.

If we have just this one life and we were all born with a purpose, then not following the voice that tells us “this isn’t what I should be doing,” not only hurts us, but it hurts the world.

In all the years I’ve been exploring my life purpose, I’ve realized that I already knew what it was all along. I didn’t need career tests, books or webinars to tell it to me. All I needed to do was revisit my childhood, listen to my inner voice and trust in that. I’ve spent more than a decade trying to find my dream job and ended up doing what I wanted to do as a kid-write.

I spent my free time as a child creating a portfolio filled with mock ups of commercials, ad campaigns, and copy for faux products. I watched Bewitched on TV and Full House and wanted to work for an ad agency like Darrin Stevens and Jesse and Joey respectively. In high school, I did a project researching copywriting because it’s something I wanted to do.

And then college came and I heard things like: “You need to get a job that makes money. There’s not much jobs like those here.” I got confused and got lost in the tediousness of accounting and marketing classes and gave up. I did end up graduating with a BA in English. But I let go of my dream of being a copywriter. It seemed too hard and an impossible endeavor.

After graduation, my career went on a crazy course from research assistant to private investigator. It gave me good fodder to write about. But it also took me that much longer to finally recover and find the destination of my childhood dreams.

So I say to you now, the you who has been unhappy with your current job, the you who knows you deserve something more, although finding your dream job is worth the wait, you don’t have to wait to find it.

  • Think about what you loved to do when you were young.
  • Revisit the past-times you couldn’t live without.
  • Recall the jobs you dreamed about doing when you were a kid.

Follow the crumb left by your childhood self and you’ll eventually get there. Your adult self will finally catch up to your little kid.

August 17th, 2012

Crafty Friday: Easy Organizing

The last thing I thought I would ever do is show you a picture of my underwear drawer. Not just because I’m one of those people who believe private things should be kept that way, but also because it was one of the messiest drawers in my house.

But revealing my hard work to my husband was not enough to quell my inner excitement. “Excited why,” you ask? Because this messy-Peter Walsh groupie just found an easy, free way to organized what previously felt non-organizable.

I don’t have any before pictures but imagine chaos, PJ’s flung together with socks, and tank tops dancing with underwear. Imagine taking 5-10 minutes a day to pick through your drawer in order to get dressed in the morning or to get ready to take a shower. There were frustrating moments I tell you. Time I’d rather spend meditating or doing yoga.

It was the September issue of Real Simple magazine that changed it for me. In their Wardrobe Wranglers section, one creative solution was generously divulged: shoe boxes. Basically, you cut your shoebox lengthwise or by width and use the cardboard cut-outs to fill in your delicates. I used Coach shoe boxes, which have a nice red lining and give it a richer look.

It took me awhile to do, but the fact that I find myself opening the drawer just to see how organized it is, makes it all well-worth it.

I’m so happy with it in fact, that I’m going to give you a sneak peek inside. Here it is with just the shoe boxes:

And now the magic of everything all together in perfect harmony:

It may not be art or even very crafty. But the fact that I can easily find things without having to toss everything out on the ground first, makes this feel like my favorite project thus far.

How about you? Have you found an efficient and pretty way to organize your office equipment, kitchen supplies or your messy drawer? Share your secrets here.

August 10th, 2012

This is Dedicated to Those Grieving the Loss of One Earring

{For anyone sad about their lonely leftover earring, you’ll appreciate this post.}

I had a pair of golden earrings that I loved. So much. And then one day, I noticed there was just one.

Sadly, I still don’t know what happened to that other earring. But I kept it just in case it would appear.

Months later it still hasn’t shown up. So I finally accepted it would never return and decided to do something about it.

I looked at the back of the earring and noticed it was loosely hooked on so I used my fingernail to open the jump ring (that circular ring that has a tiny opening) and released the earwire (the curvy wire that goes into your ear).

Voila! The earring was just a pendant now.

Then, I looked in my jewelry box for an gold chain. When I found one, I tried to thread it through the earring hook in the back. No dice!

That’s when I had to get ghetto and use my teeth. (You could use pliers, but I was too lazy to find one.) Thank goodness the gold was soft and the necklace’s jump ring easily smashed down into an oval shape. The perfect shape to fit through the earring/pendant.

It was a five minute job and here is the result:

Here’s another shot set against those DIY clipboards I made awhile back.

And butterfly art.

Gold necklace

I’m pretty happy with the result. Do you have any easy project you have done lately that you’re proud of? Share it please.

August 6th, 2012

Acceptance Can Be a Female Dog

{flickr photo by: BrittneyBush}

I think one of the greatest obstacles we grapple with is learning how to accept what is instead of moaning and groaning about what we don’t have.

It’s like we’re sitting there one hand full of riches and the other hand open full of potential. But we don’t see it. Nope. We’re too focused on the fact that the other hand is empty and not filled yet.

“Why oh why is it not filled yet?,” we ask.

It causes us to transform back into our 2-year-old selves, throwing punches to the air, crying out for all the things we deserve to have, but don’t. Praying about how much we need it, how much better our lives would be with it. And there we are so focused on our poor, wounded souls that we neglect the jewels that fill us, surround us and already make us whole.

If you ever need to be reminded of that, check in with your nearest and dearest furry child. Notice how they seem utterly forgetful about all the mishaps you do. Analyze how a mere treat, a pet on the head or a cuddle could make them silly with joy. See how they seem to pass up the chance to moan about their loss sibling that you had to adopt them away from or the fact that they don’t have a mate, kids or even anyone that even slightly resembles them. They just move on.

Accepting your situation can feel hard. It can be like welcoming an uninvited guest or settling for less.

But it’s not.

Learning how to accept whatever you’re going through and wherever you are is a gift.

It’s about returning to a state of vulnerability in realizing you have less control over life than you think. And that is okay.

It’s about loosening your grip over the outcome and opening your heart up to possibility instead of forced intention.

It’s about seeing your life as a large red carpet unfolding in front of you instead of a predetermined path.

It’s about releasing the rigidity of adulthood that sometimes tricks us into believing we know everything.

It’s a lesson in gratitude for what you have instead of what you still haven’t received.

It’s a muscle being flexed to exercise resiliency.

It’s a reminder that the events of your life ebbs and flows like ocean waves. No matter what you’re going through it will not always be this way.

Yes acceptance can be a b$@&*. But it’s a friendly one. So be open to its riches.