miss her.

This is my sister Naudz.
Naudz is short for Naudline.
She's always been the cooler sister. I'm okay with that.



Today, I was thinking about how proud I am of her.
She's so creative and beautiful, inside and out. I think that's a great combination.
She inspires me. So, I'm going to share her awesomeness with the world.

This is a decorative mug that she made:


And a vase...


some photography:
It's called, "Motion"



and this my friends, is sitting proudly, soon to be hung, in my room:



Love that kid.

just a push

"People, including myself, have a opinion of you and respect you, at least everyone I know. And you're a leader, up front. That's how I remember it. Anway, that's cool. It seems like weaknesses become strengths at some point."

thanks Scott for the reminder. sometimes I forget.

mademoiselle ludine

I'm just a simple girl.
I'm just a complicated girl.

What kind of person am I?

Who cares? I do.

Going to Europe was supposed to fix this, but it didn't.
Man, I'm really putting myself out there right now.
So many questions not answered.

My eyes fill with tears whenever I see an elderly person painfully crossing the street by themselves.
I love wearing flats.
I really enjoy making new friends and meeting new people.
I often envision myself living in a busy city, living a bohemian life. Just for a little while.
It is a given that I sometimes talk in circles, making it difficult for people to understand me.
I'd like to go overseas and help out somewhere. I'd also like to help people here. Mainly the elderly, but anyone will do.
My favorite colors are green and purple.
I like to dance to King of Convenience's "I'd Rather Dance With You" in my room, by myself, always.
I really like to learn about all people and cultures. Languages fascinate me.
Softball is my preferred sport to play.
I'm a ESTJ.
Sundresses in the summer are my favorite.
I really admire my friends for their accomplishments in life. They inspire me and I'm grateful.
Music is my second skin.
God is my friend.
One day, I'd like to live in the country, live off the land, and maybe own a horse.



I'm a complicated girl.
I'm a simple girl.

He's still working. I'm going to let Him.





Leslie Woodard Photography

ilovemountains.org

This guy is legit.

My sister came to visit from Andrews this weekend, which happened to be during the time of the chickstock fair, at Greenway Park. Ben Sollee, as well as other artists were in the area for a concert. Nestled inbetween two mountains and the Chickamauga Dam, a stage was set up and various musicians came up and shared their talents.

The previous week, Yora my roommate, and I were listening to his stuff on Youtube. Yora had just discovered him online, we like to search for new music, and she shared her findings with me.

So here we are, at the Chickamauga Dam excited that we get to see this guy sing.
Then, this guy opened his mouth. I had goose bumps from the first song until the last.
I love music, and being a strings player myself, have a great appreciation for new, innovative ways of playing stringed instruments. His style is folk, a little jazzy and soulful, and just plain GOOD. He really knows how to make you feel good with his touching lyrics, and dynamic style of playing.

Not to mention that he is supporting a worthy cause and raising awareness for Mountaintop removal. Apparently here in America there has been excessive mountaintop removal with the blowing up of mountain tops to access coal faster. It's polluting the streams and lakes that come from the Appalachia's and causing problems for those that live in the mountains. If you'd like to find out more info, check out ilovemountains.org.

Anyway, Ben Sollee is legit. Check him out.

Ache.

Today I am reminded that my heart still aches.
Today I am reminded that all the pain and hurtful memories are still there.
Today I am reminded that the colossal amount of work that went into loving someone, and was forgotten, can reappear.
Today I am reminded that the pain I went through, is the joy of someone else.

I'm not sure what to make of that.

late bloomer

Remember that kid in your class that was the last to leave the bathroom during breaks because they took so long? The whole class waited on them outside and groaned as minutes from their recess time passed by. (might've been me on several occasions)
or maybe the person that's always the last to finish their food at the restaurant? (also me)

I have just recently discovered that I am always the last to know about things or learn special skills. Like after four years of playing softball, I finally know, get and understand the rules! or how I'm learning to be more resourceful and make my own clothes; okay, okay just crocheting scarves is my goal, but it's a start right?!!

I think that's quite alright though, it's like I acquired all this knowledge right when I needed it. Often times it can be stressful but when I piece certain pieces of information together and it actually makes sense, it's very liberating.

The good thing about being a "late bloomer" is that if you're lucky enough, you'll come into contact with some pretty amazing people that can teach you things about their stirring findings. Luckily for me, I have amazing friends like that.

The other night at Tara's, their was an excited discussion about an author, Malcom Gladwell who supposedly is a great writer. I keep hearing great things about his books. I haven't read a good book in a long while. I think I'll read one of Gladwell's.

I'm learning a lot, the more and more I spend time with them. I rather like it.

I'll go back someday...

Somewhere I kinda wish I could be right now...





I remember this day. Austin and I had been walking for what seemed like a lifetime through Paris. We got lost, walked in circles and even got distracted by some guy at Le Sacre Coeur with his floating, glass balls. We were determined to find it. Oh, and when we did...I remember tears came to my eyes (yes, real ones) and it hit me that one of my dreams had come true.
When I was younger I made a bucket list, and seeing the Eiffel Tower was on my list. So, there it was towering above us. All we could do was drink it in. To be honest, the tower is nothing pretty and sparkly (unless it's night time) but just the thought of a man who had an idea, who convinced the people of France to believe in his idea, and who succeeded in bringing his idea to life was awesome. I was so happy to be a part of it.

It's encouraging and exciting to meet goals. So I'll set another; someday, I WILL go back to the place that captured my heart and fascinated my mind.