“His Wonderful Works”


Every day I wake up I am in awe at the beauty around me. The sun rises in the east and paints the mountains and hills with wonderful warming light. I hear birds singing and see the river flow on in its ancient rhythm. How could someone see such beauty and not take note of it?

Sadly I know that answer: distraction.

I know it all too well.

Distraction keeps you busy. It wraps into the corners and forefront of the mind and controls it with worry and continual thought. Distraction is the murderer of life. It steals joy and gratefulness and replaces it with nonchalance and a sense of entitlement.

Just this morning a verse caught my attention and brought me to this point of thought.

Oh that men would praise the LORD for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!
Psalms 107:8

This verse made me think of all the times I could have been grateful to God for what He has blessed me with but I was too caught up in my own plans to see anything else. Many times I have went “my own way” only to realize that the reason it didn’t work out to begin with was because it was wrong for me.

It’s so easy to fall back and do what feels right instead of trusting in the One who always is right. When trust is involved, praise inevitably follows.

Today and every day I want to praise Him for his wonderful works. Whether it is the rising and the setting of the sun or the next meal I sit at, I want to be grateful for the fact that someone so amazing has made a way for me to witness another day and take in one more breath of fresh morning air.

I hope you all have a beautiful day and stay ever so amazing!

Loads of Love,


Astronomical Indeed


Today is an absolutely gorgeous day to study outside. There are a few slender clouds overhead gently hugging the pale blue sky and the trees are beginning to bud with fresh shades of bright green, pinks and purples. Although I am studying astronomy with a hint of physics and my head is slightly spinning from allergies, I can’t help but have a big smile on my face. She’s here, spring is here! And I’ve missed my dear friend.

On top of that I’m wearing my favorite pair of oxfords and my blouse that has lots of little birds on it. Needless to say I am swaying and smiling in dizzy delirium.

Allergies: not so great.

Favorite season, shoes and blouse: very astronomical indeed.

I hope your day is as astronomical as mine. (Minus all the complicated physics. Unless you enjoy a challenge…)

Loads of Love,


A Castle in the Mountains


I believe old architecture and craftsmanship is something to be admired. One of the best places in the South to see amazing design and craftsmanship is at the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina. With its large rooms and beautiful attention to detail, it is sure to amaze everyone that steps on its grounds. It was completed in 1895 and it is the largest privately owned home in the United States. The fascinating thing is that this giant sits in the still mountains of North Carolina all to itself. It holds staggering amounts of history and tradition in its old walls and I simply loved getting to see it again. My Mom decided for my birthday that a trip to Biltmore would mean more than a tangible gift. (She was correct, as usual.)


As soon as we walked through the large iron and wood doors, we were greeted by this beautiful display. This spring, Biltmore will be displaying several wedding gowns and costumes worn in movies such as Out of Africa, Pride and Prejudice and Howard’s End to name a few.



This beautiful gallery of flowers was directly to the right as we stepped deeper into the house. The way the morning sun gleamed through the windows was breathtaking.



The billiard room was quite large to say the least. Something about this room made me want to sit back and enjoy the warm sun shining through on the floor.



We filed our way to a large dining room with chandeliers that would make even the coldest heart melt away.



Their sheer size was gently accentuated by pale blue streamers and beautiful spring flowers. I get chills just thinking of them.



And if you don’t like the large, drafty dining room you can always pick the smaller, more intimate one that happens to be just as lavish as anything you would find in Downton Abbey. I am pretty sure Lady Mary would glare me into the floor for saying that…



Of course, when one lives in a large and drafty estate, one must equip every room with a functional and tasteful fireplace to add warmth to the room. (Both literally and metaphorically, I might add.) This is one of many, and again I repeat, many fireplaces found in Biltmore.



My favorite room by far was the library. It puts me in mind of a smaller version that the Beast gave Belle in Beauty and the Beast. Yes, a Disney reference was quite necessary. The innumerable colorfully bound books were all highlighted in gold lettering and varied in shape as they hugged the dark wooden walls. Yet again I have chills. Oh yes, the dress is lovely too.



This dress was probably the most eye catching in both a calming and eerie sort of way. I believe it is because of the pale reflection of the mannequin in the golden mirror.  It was used in an earlier rendition of Hamlet and was displayed in Mrs. Vanderbilt’s room.



These are the large chandeliers that light the staircases in the front of the estate. Can you imagine how they look at night? The chills just won’t stop.







And this is the lovely kitchen. It was my second favorite room in the house. I love how bright and warm the yellow is against the clean white tile on the walls. It gives it such a cozy feeling.



And this is the outside view from the side garden. All the flowers were starting to bud in anticipation of spring.




And here I am posing. Not really. I just discovered a helicopter flying overhead while my Mom was taking my picture. I tried though, I really did.


I believe my trip to Biltmore was the best birthday present I have ever received. And I am very grateful I was able to spend it with one of my favorite people, my Mom.

I hope you all have a lovely day! Stay ever so amazing.


Loads of Love,



Bee Happy


Happiness by far is one of the best decisions to be made. Although it is very easy to allow people and situations to wreak havoc on your mind, it always pays to be happy and kind. Being outside in this lovely weather and seeing bees and flowers cover the ground makes my heart skip a beat or two. Sunshine is the best sort of medicine.

I hope you can find happiness in the tiniest things around you. Have a lovely one wherever you are!

Loads of Love,

The Gift of Time


I suppose what I love most about collecting old cameras is the nostalgia of time.

Cameras are perfect little boxes that take moments in time and save them for us later. It’s beautiful to think that time can be stored safe and sound in a tiny, magical box. Time is something that slips through your hands faster than money, love and happiness ever will. It is a beautiful gift not to be wasted on ill wishes or worries.

A few days ago I was fortunate enough to visit with my grandparents during my lunch. During my lovely visit, my Papaw said that he needed to find something before I left that he had been meaning to give to me. He walked through the house and quickly scanned through the rooms to find that something. When he came back to the living room, I felt my face lighten. He had in his hands his old Nikon that he had used for years, and he was handing it to me. Needless to say I was overwhelmed and slightly dizzy when I felt the heavy little metal object in my hands. I was holding at least forty years of memories, moments and legacies. I have several cameras in my collection, but that Nikon will forever be my favorite.

Fortunately, it is in working condition and I have every intention of experimenting with it for years to come. I can never thank my Papaw enough for giving me one of the most special gifts that could ever be given: the chance to grasp a moment in time.

I hope you all have a lovely day. Stay ever so amazing.

Loads of Love,


A Day In the Winter Wonderland


As you may already know, the South has been getting quite a bit of snow and ice in comparison to what we’re used to. I have been out of both school and work now for two days and I am getting a bit stir crazy. Cabin fever is real, folks and it doesn’t tread lightly.



Naturally, when opportunity rears its head and knocks on your snow covered door, you sling it open and enjoy the crisp winter air.


And what is a snap happy photo session without an aesthetic shot of a ginormous icicle to make you ponder the delicate and beautiful things in life? Oh yes, and there’s my sister standing obscurely at the entrance of the thought provoking tunnel.


And here are our multi-purpose snow/rain boots. (Mine are the ones with little umbrellas on them!)


The river was breathtaking in both beauty and the chilling air it produced. Needless to say a swim at that point would not be very pleasant.


Although you can barely see him, this old fellow knows the importance of a good parking spot. I couldn’t get a close enough look at him to see what make he was, but I figured he  was handsome nonetheless.


And what sort of Volkswagen enthusiast would I be if I didn’t include this very happy hippie? Who said flower children can’t enjoy snow? Unfortunately this is not my van. (But he is in my dreams.)

I hope you are fairing well wherever you are and that your weather is as fantastic as you are!

Loads of Love,



That’ll Do, Betsy


Well ladies and gents, it has been done. Ole Betsy Ross has officially made her first piece of fabric joy. This skirt was actually finished a few days ago, but I didn’t have much time to post about it with the beginning of the new semester and whatnot. I am thrilled that it actually stayed pieced together and the lines and seams were fairly even. Granted it is not perfect, but I still love it.

And special thanks goes out to my Mom for taking several pictures at 6:00 in the morning in the kitchen before I had to rush off to work. And thanks goes to Betsy “The Boss” Ross who believed in me through those long hours slaving over the cloth and looked past all those pricks my fingertips sustained. (Surprisingly they are all still in tact. Yay for partial motor skills!)

I hope you all have a fabulous day as usual and stay ever so amazing!


Loads of Love,




Betsy, Ella and Louis


I have made a new acquaintance yet again. Her name is Betsy “The Boss” Ross and she is one bad piece of domestic machinery. It has always been a dream of mine to own my own sewing machine and create my own design for clothes and what not. As of now I am toying with the stitch settings and sewing random pieces of fabric together. So far I have not sewn my fingers to any piece of estranged fabric but the day isn’t over yet. Unscathed fingers crossed.


Another little tidbit of happiness of this lovely album my ever-so-amazing sister gave me as a gift. Needless to say I am listening to it as I type and I can’t stop smiling. Something about Ella and Louis just makes everything better. I fully intend to incorporate their names in with my future children’s names. Some call it obsession, I call it passion.

I hope you all have a beautiful night and you all stay ever so amazing.

Loads of Love,



Big Apples and Warm Hugs

Hello all!

I hope you all are having a fantastic holiday filled with loads of hugs and merriment. December always seems to be the best month to snuggle and be with the ones you love. Recently I had the awesome chance to see the Big Apple with a few amazing people. I had been to New York once before on a school trip so this time around was much more pleasant without constant supervision and a strict itinerary. Some great memories were made and I happened to have caught a few.


Ice SkatingThis is the infamous Wollman Rink in Central Park. It was neat to see so many people glide around in circles with such large buildings in the background.


The PlazaI suppose this could be considered an “artsy” take on the Plaza. Unfortunately due to crowds and my height I couldn’t get a very clear image, but something about this one looks a bit edgy. Or “treeish” I suppose.


Big BirdAnd what is a trip through Central Park without a Big Bird hug? I think he was quite pleased to see me. Or maybe he looks at everyone that way…


Tiffany'sIf you know me you know that I love Audrey Hepburn. This time I had the honor of visiting the place that made her character, Holly Golightly, so very happy.


insideI now know why Holly says that nothing bad could ever happen to you at Tiffany’s.


babyI found a lovely pearl necklace…


big moment 2..and fell in love. And that’s how I got my infamous “Little Blue Box.”


EmpireWe saw the Empire State Building from a distance…


5th Ave. Pres...and we visited some beautiful churches like 5th Avenue Presbyterian.


roof detailThis is the front of a chapel in the Presbyterian Church. The detail and colors are absolutely remarkable. Believe me when I say my camera could not do them justice.


To put it simply, our trip was phenomenal, however, I love my home the most. New York City definitely is a worthy opponent, but I don’t think I could ever give up the mountains and trees that wrap their strong, earthy arms around me every day.

I hope you all have a lovely day not just today but every single day!

Stay ever so amazing.

Loads of Love,








What I love most about the sky is its honesty. It doesn’t hide the way it feels or where it is in its life. It would be best if I were more like it. So often I hide the way I feel to protect something held together by parchment paper and fragile string. I have learned that being unhappy is nothing to hide especially when something can be done about it. I don’t want to sit back with a closed mouth, broken and hurting just knowing that what I am fighting so hard to keep alive is destined to die.

There is a time to work things out and a time to leave them to fade away.

It’s especially hard to let things fade when a person is involved. Memories haunt the mind with once held smiles and promises that have to be thrown away with possibility. That seems to be the first grieving stage. The sad thing is that I went through that stage months ago and now I’m completely numb. I can tell no difference between closeness and apart. They both feel the same. There is no difference between together and alone. I felt lonely either way.

I suppose what scares me most is that maybe I’ll be numb forever. What a horrible way to live life. But I suppose throughout this whole process if I had let myself get too involved and opened up too much I would have been broken in the end. I was constantly shielding and running across what seemed to be enemy lines in the fog and cold air.

But I can’t tell which would be the worse fate: numbness or brokenness.

Be open.

Loads of Love,