So, my hubby and I have this uncanny knack for pausing videos at just the right inopportune moments…  Hilarious expressions from kaeandlucy's Youtube channel several weeks back.  Thought I'd share.

So happy you girls are finally in the same timezone.  Good luck with everything :)

So, my hubby and I have this uncanny knack for pausing videos at just the right inopportune moments… Hilarious expressions from kaeandlucy's Youtube channel several weeks back. Thought I'd share.

So happy you girls are finally in the same timezone. Good luck with everything :)

toggleartistjewelry  Indeed, he does.  #Gingy loves anything crocheted, as do my cats.  Unfortunately, no one likes nail-trimming day, haha.

toggleartistjewelry Indeed, he does. #Gingy loves anything crocheted, as do my cats. Unfortunately, no one likes nail-trimming day, haha.

Minimize on Monday: Determine

Minimalism is just as easily said as done — though there may be hard work involved at times. It’s as simple as determining in oneself to live, be, and act according to one’s goals and aspirations. So here’s some of my trash for today… I don’t need these till I have the tools, time, and Pinterest inspired plan for them. And let’s face it. That may never be.

I kept only one, which I purchased on a special vacation to Helen, GA in 2012. It holds meaning and has a purpose here. Oh, and no… I won’t deny that it hurt a little hearing the rest crash into the dumpster — but they’re probably too broken to salvage at this point, and I can always get more if I find myself shattered over the loss.

Lala ~_<3

Just a little reminder.

Just a little reminder.

Always make time to play. #Gingy

Always make time to play. #Gingy

Tags: gingy

Shoptalk: Progress

My throw is coming along very nicely! I gotta say, mixing these yarns is probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made involving crocheting or knitting. The differing textures add a sense of wonder to the whole thing.

I’m thinking maybe a dark teal next…?? Who knows… Either way, I’m super excited!!

Yup. The tree played #Fetch this evening. No worries. I got it down.

Yup. The tree played #Fetch this evening. No worries. I got it down.

Tags: fetch

Stand barefoot in a green field scattered with #Autumn colors painted by a #sunset. I promise you won&#8217;t regret it.

Yes, the dark dot in the grassy center is #Gingy.

Stand barefoot in a green field scattered with #Autumn colors painted by a #sunset. I promise you won’t regret it.

Yes, the dark dot in the grassy center is #Gingy.

Sibling cuteness. #Ryo &amp; #Gingy

Sibling cuteness. #Ryo & #Gingy

Tags: ryo gingy

So pretty!  #leaves

So pretty! #leaves

Tags: leaves

Minimize on Monday: Leaves

Lately, I’ve taken to pondering colorful leaves as they land on the field where we play with Gingy each day.

I got to thinking just how simple, yet complex these tree-bits are. I would never attempt to draw one in real detail, as the “veins” in the leaf would be beyond intricate. Despite having all these tiny canals carved in them, they’re paper-thin illuminaries. We can hold them up to the light to reveal every truth, fault, or miscombobulation {does this even exist in leaves?} in them. Leaves change with the climate, the light, the air {read: breath}. Sometimes they’re flaming crimson, burnished browns and beiges, or beautiful oranges and yellows, as if their sun-ripened life had been near perfect. Others have “charred” edges, rips, tears, holes eaten clean through… I thought about how we all go through stuff and end up growing changing; yes, even our colors, each year. We are like the leaves ourselves.

What if we were minimal — uncluttered, mindful, thoughtful — enough to glow just as brightly as Autumn leaves on a clear day? I bet I’d be a better version of myself…

Lala ~_<3

Today… was Wonderful

{Photo: My sleepy boy — and trust me, he got his exercise.}

I’ve a confession to make. I hardly ever leave my house. There I said it {triumph}!  Try not to hold it against me; introvert, you know.

A firm believer in having a reason for doing every little thing, one of my favorite questions is, of course, “…why?” Living on a strict budget makes it quite easy to talk myself out of stepping outside for anything but the dog. Honestly, if we didn’t have Gingy, I’d probably never leave except to go shopping. In fact, come to think of it, back in 2011, before we got a dog and we only had cats, I NEVER went outside except to take out the garbage, check the mail, and {drumroll} go shopping, out to eat, so on… Oh, I LOVE picnics, grill-outs, and other {practically} free, wholesome fun. The problem is, I rarely find friends who also enjoy such pleasantries enough to join me; and they’re a little depressing alone.

So, with Oktoberfest in full swing in Hickory’s Union Square this weekend and new bicycle baskets, I decided it was an awesome day to really kickstart Gingy’s biking travels. We’ve been letting him practice sitting in the basket, but he’s yet to really ride.

I got him all dressed in his neckerchief, gathered our things and some water for us, and we clipped him into the harness. I was a third of the way there when the local weatherman realized just how mistaken he’d been regarding the “mostly sunny” forecast.

I was wearing a sleeveless top beneath a sheer button-down, and my yoga pants. Gingy was soaked with puppy tears streaking down his face in less than two minutes. Hair product was burning my eyes. Drew walked past {his bike needs repairs}, “Got any soap?!” Little did he know my yoga pants hadn’t been properly rinsed in the wash. I had lots of soap… running white down my black-clad legs.

Gingy and I turned the bike towards home… we were about 5 minutes away when a car drove through a huge puddle. Normally, the splash would have soaked us, but today, it was barely more than a wall of water crashing in on an accidental swimmer. I laughed.

It took two hours to hang up sopping laundry, dry the dog, dry the baskets, dry the bike — fifteen minutes of which was spent balancing on a slippery floor while fighting out of wet clothes {rain = wardrobe glue}.

Finally, the sun came out, and I determined to try to make it to Oktoberfest again. I never did make it. But Gingy loved the {dry} bike ride, and I did, too. We came back at sunset, amid falling leaves of orange, gold, red… We even met some nice people who chatted with us for a half hour.

It was a great day. I hope yours was, too.

To get your own bicycle baskets for your pets, please visit Cynthia’s Twigs!