dried up, greyed out, and slightly sweet

I always seem to fall harder for the container, than I fall for what’s inside of it. Trying all the creams, balms and lotions this time of year. Rosebud Salve has a beautiful tin, definitely a vaseline feel, that smells powdery (Lex had a baby cabbage patch kid that smelled like this). 6/10 – notContinue reading “dried up, greyed out, and slightly sweet”

a year

A birthday book and the makings of an anniversary mask. It’s hard to remember back to the beginning, back a whole year, a year of getting caught up and overwhelmed and angry in the sadness of it all. A year tucked away with my little family, lucky enough to have what we need and timeContinue reading “a year”

It’s October

I forget how quick the light changes as soon as it’s decidedly fall. I’m taking note of the dirty hues for future color palettes and appreciating the unkept beauty and melancholy of the last roses. Still feeling a little of that unsettled creativity, not knowing what will be the next shift, getting comfortable sitting inContinue reading “It’s October”