new day


Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

Ralph Waldo Emerson



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the sparklies

Just a few short weeks ago I ordered myself this ring from Feather Oak and have been checking every day since for a delivery date! I’m usually not very spendy when it comes to jewelry because…if the tangled ball of bracelets and necklaces that live in my top dresser drawer are any indication…I don’t take very good care of my jewelry.


I’ve also been doing glittery nails for the last couple weeks – glitter is everywhere, especially my hair, because curls are glitter magnets, apparently.

I’ve got a serious case of the sparklies. I see twinkles on the lake in midday and I get out my phone to record them…I’m wearing shimmery pink or gold eye shadow pretty much daily and yes there are sequins on the sweater I’m wearing…rose gold sequins. After I design and print my Christmas cards maybe I’ll dust them with spray glitter.

Whether this new twinkly habit is a distraction or a balm, I can’t know for sure. It’s probably a little of both, but a little sparkle is never a bad thing so I plan to sparkle on!

Have a shiny weekend!!!






oh, hallo!

Just a quick post, I want to share the picture my brother texted me. A teeny tiny smiley snake! Probably a grass snake. He is cute, right? Sorry Mom (she hates snakes). There are two snakes hanging around the entrance of my building (at the day job) or so I have been led to believe. They are black racers, harmless I’m told. I hope we never have to find out. Either way, I won’t be snapping any pictures of them. I did snap a nice picture of a snake skin in the same area last year.

Not as cute, not as scary either.


top image via Joe D., twoodle wrangler
bottom image Aimee McEwen

snoozles (happy friday)

Another adorable picture for you of my brother’s new puppy. This little Twoodle is completely crashed out under what I can only guess is “the coolest fricking coffee table in the history of ever”. It’s like, made out of an actual tree, you guys.

My big brother, Joe, lives way up north in New York. I live in sunny Florida. Joe likes to text me really cool pictures of foliage, animals – wild and domestic, cool handmade furniture, rainbows… sunsets (he lives in the woods, basically). This morning he sent me pictures of (fresh) snow and the sunrise with a caption: It’s 25 degrees. I could have sent him back a picture of grass and told him it was 60 degrees here, but that would be mean.

I’m so glad it’s Friday, y’all.

image © my big brother, Joe D. (the woods is his office)

trees 4 the wood


“Grace Gladdish is a mother of 5 with 4 years at art college and a long but often interrupted history of exhibiting her artwork. She runs trees4thewood from her studio on her flower farm in Southern Tasmania”

I stand by my assessment that all things Australian are, by definition, adorable. Grace Gladdish’s Etsy shop, Tree4thewood, supports this theory; and I’ve just announced it on the internet so it MUST be true.

I’m getting more and more into rustic home goods, lately (no doubt, subconsciously preparing for my eventual escape to deep woods/cabin living). Seriously, I have THE WORST hay fever but I’ve always wanted to live in the country away from everything and in a modest cabin with a loft space (sigh), and front porch….(voice trails off wistfully…)

Until then, I guess I’ll just be admiring (and collecting) woodsy paraphernalia… or something like that.

image links to source

as you wish


As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.

Henry David Thoreau
image credit:  C. Overfield

growing pains

Every year this tree/bush thing in the back yard blooms. It’s probably an azalea because those are really hard to kill and anything that survives my backyard has to be hard to kill. It’s a cloudy day, and cool for once. I love this weather. Not that I’ve ventured outside much, except to take a picture of the pink alien tree. Mac hid under the bed twice today before noon because he is quite certain he is getting a bath. He is actually getting a bath but it will be a sneak attack, like it is every time. In the next few weeks I will be attempting to take my office back from the kitten (he is in my “office” when I am not home). He’s nearly 6 months old now and I miss having my own workspace. My work table went into my bedroom and my computer went downstairs to my living room. It feels a bit schizophrenic.

I posted 3 new 2014 printable calendars in the shop this week, the printable planners have been updated for the 2014 calendar year AND, the Living Small workbook now includes a junior size with the letter size; yes, you get both! Amazing, I know (don’t get used to it). I had a bunch of requests for the workbook in the smaller size so I figured “what the heck” and set one up. Lots of flowery stuff in the shop right now, which is new for me. I prefer things to be plain but, I just felt more into botanicals this year. It might be a side effect of all my research into gluten-free eating and going more natural with the products I use/consume on a daily basis. I’m a wee bit obsessed (sorry, watching a lot of LOTR lately) with home remedies and natural skincare formulas. Not a bad thing. Not compared to the other less desirable consequences of gluten-free living. I won’t go there but I’d like to “go” sometime, if you get my meaning. 😦 Working on it. Admittedly, I am a huge baby that takes forever to adjust to change. At this point, if I get stupid and eat gluten (see earlier statement about adjusting to change) I have a bad reaction. It feels a little bit like an allergy, in the way that there is discomfort. It’s difficult to deal with since I work in the LAND OF PEACH COBBLER or so it seems, there is even a “bakery fund”. I’ll pay if they stop bringing cupcakes, cookies and cobblers into work, how about that?….and WHY do all sweets start with a “C”?


I’m going to add a new tab at the top of the page for health, wellness, skincare & haircare posts so you can follow all my misadventures (and triumphs!). I have very sensitive skin, so my goal is to develop a regimen that fits my (many) needs. And, THANKFULLY, my hair has grown in a lot since last year’s medication debacle. I honestly thought it never would come back but with the added vitamins and nutrients of my modified diet there has been a surge of growth during these last few months. Basically that means a lot of bad hair days (what do I even do with all of it?) but you won’t catch me complaining; not one bit.

I’ve just now peeked outside and the sun is trying to eek it’s way past the clouds. Next, I have shopping to do. Nothing glamorous, just more vegetable and a keg of prune juice (bleh). I’m also going to go buy some DIRT, for to plant herby things. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE this time of year? Oh, and here is a decent picture of the “fairy door tree”. It’s going to be ADORABLE.


images © Aimee McEwen

take a walk

Mac and I made our way over to the park yesterday. He had never been there before and he was so excited! There was actual GRASS, and it was GREEN! The weather was a bit overcast and there was a slight breeze. Mac sniffed EVERYTHING (twice) and after he was sufficiently wore out we made our way back home. We had a very good sleep last night, to say the least.

Click the image for more some more green.

instagram images by me

pretty on the inside

I found a tiny cocoon today just outside the doorway of my best friend’s house. At first I didn’t know what it was. Then, as I peeked around to the other side (on tippy toes), I saw the familiar wing of a monarch butterfly. I’ve never seen this kind of thing in person before and I was excited to be able to take a picture of it and share.

Tiny miracles are the best kind.

image © Aimee Elizabeth McEwen