Monday, September 16, 2013

Engagement Pictures

A few weeks ago, Ben and I had some wonderful pictures taken by Brawn Photography, our wedding photographer. We had such a good time and we love the way our pictures turned out. I just wanted to share a few of my favorite that really capture our personalities.
 
 



















Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Tea Parties & French Fashion

 
This afternoon, my mom, sister, dear old friend Mrs. Loven, and I had an afternoon lunch at Wisdom Tea House. This place is one of the most adorable little tea houses I have ever been too. The tea is amazing and the atmosphere is inviting. I just had to capture some of our wonderful memories together there as well as take some pictures of my outfit, seeing as how it was quite French and I just had to share it with you all (I have never done a fashion post so please be kind).
 
 

  
 
Wisdom tea house is located in the most adorable old home in downtown Monument.  
 
 
Enjoying my Yeruba Mate tea. One of my absolute favorites.

 

Delicious blueberry pie that was called "Queens Berry Pie"

My French look

No French fashion post is complete without a black & white.

Blouse: Macy's
Necklace: JC Penny's

Flats: Target
 
Adding a fun patterned shoe to any outfit that is complete with solids, can just add a fun pop and make you look even more youthful and exciting. Plus who doesn't love leopard print flats?

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Held Hostage by Our Homes: A Martha Story.

I am by no means a home owner. The closest thing I have to a home is my tiny college apartment in downtown Chicago shared with two other lovely women. But in 5 short months I will no longer live on a college campus. You see, in 5 months I will be marrying the love of my life and we will be moving into (most likely) an even smaller apartment in Chicago.

As I prepare to move out and start my own home, free of college apartment furniture and romen noodles, I have found that I am already held hostage by my new home, and I don't even have it yet. I'm sure you are wondering what I mean by "held hostage." And even I have yet to discover how deep this concept of "held hostage" goes but I will attempt to explain it via another woman caught up in the same problem. This woman's name is Martha and is most commonly know along side her sister Mary.

Martha was a woman whose home became her god. On the outside she seemed to be the most hospitable woman in the whole town and maybe she even had the best looking home, but on the inside she was constantly worried about the appearance of her home. Martha would spend hours cleaning her home and making sure it was perfect (which we all know is impossible), she probably rearranged her furniture at least once a month to keep up with the latest trends and who knows, maybe she even tried to paint a chevron design on her walls (cause we all know that's in style at the moment). But goodness, that's a lot of work and I'm sure it comes with a lot of stress.

Now lets stop here for a brief second, who can relate with this woman? I know I certainly can. I may not have a home but I am preparing for one and I can already feel it taking me hostage. I find myself wanting to have that picture perfect two story walk up apartment in downtown Chicago. I want the latest trends to mark my home and I want people to be "wowed" by my decorating skills and style as they walk in. But gosh, how much pressure is that?! I want to be able to enjoy my home with my new husband, not feel like I am a slave to it. For some women, their hostage situation may look different. For some women it may be the obsession to have an incredibly tidy house. Constantly cleaning and picking up messes, held hostage to worry that someone may come to visit and God forbid the kids forgot to take their shoes to their rooms! I know women who this is their hostage situation and it can take away tremendous amounts of joy from their lives. But Martha's story continues.

Martha lives with her sister Mary and one day Mary and Martha have a visitor to their house (insert panic attack), this visitor is none other than the Messiah, Jesus Christ (insert even larger panic attack). Now as you can imagine Martha is freaking out, she is scurrying around the house, mopping the floors, dusting the furniture, picking up the kids toys, all while trying to make the perfect meal. This is a lot to handle, and as you can imagine Martha is stressed and worried and when she finds her sister sitting on the couch laughing with Jesus she gets upset. "How dare you leave me to do everything alone, Jesus, tell her she needs to help me prepare the meal," she says upon seeing her sister relaxed on the couch with her savior. But Jesus' response is much different than one would expect "Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has made the right choice and it will not be taken away from her."

Now reading that response may cause an anger to stir inside you. Why is Jesus siding with Mary? He should give her a swift kick in the pants and tell her to help her sister with the meal. But instead Jesus responds that Mary is the one in the right. This doesn't seem right. But in reality, Jesus has just given Martha the one thing that she needs, freedom from her hostage situation. Jesus gave her freedom to sit with him and experience life that can only come through him and, with that life comes extreme joy.

This story is good news for those of us who feel like a slave to our homes. Jesus is giving us permission to leave the laundry and sit with him. He is freeing us from the lie that a perfect home is the reflection of a perfect life. He is showing us that the life we long for can only come through sitting with him. For me that is wonderful news, it is freeing and it brings a significant amount of joy back into my life. So for today, I am going to stop the obsessive planning of my new home and sit with my savior.

For those of you who feel like a hostage to your home, I would encourage you as well: take some time and sit with your savior and let him speak freedom over your life just as he did Martha and just as he is doing with me.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

A Different Sort of Wedding

This summer has been packed full of all things wedding. Entering into engagement, I had absolutely no idea all that went into a wedding, but most of all I was not expecting the amount of pressure that is put on a bride when planning a wedding. Everything must be perfect: the dress, the centerpieces, the vows, the invitations, and much much more. In the midst of planning I have realized one thing: weddings have no longer become about the celebration of a union between a man and a woman but rather about who can plan the best party.

Is this what it has come down to? Weddings that are full of pretty things but absent of all joy and meaning? But the worst part is, I find myself being sucked into this sick little delusional world where by some magical power, a perfect wedding will mean a perfect life.

Here is my story:

One innocent summer day, tired from hours of wedding crafting, I found myself looking on pinterest (don't judge me, you do it too) for some wedding inspiration. I was looking through all the cute pictures of cakes, flower girls, and delicious foods when I came across a picture of a gorgeous bride. She had the right amount of bridal elegance, a beautiful gown that hugged her in all the right places, hair that rivaled a Greek goddess, and skin that glowed. As I stared at her, my thoughts began to wander... "my hair will never look that good, my skin is flawed... maybe if I got the right makeup I could cover up all my imperfections, if I lost a few pounds my dress may fit me like that..." and so on and so forth. I continued in this twisted act of comparison for a few hours until I found my self with self esteem as low as the Marianas Trench. It seemed to engulf me as I realized I will never look as perfect as this bride. In reality, we all know that this perfection was achieved through the right amount of photo shop and an airbrush, but in that moment all I wanted was to look as beautiful as this bride.

The pressure to look perfect on your wedding day is no new thing. Women for decades have gone through pains to achieve the perfect bridal look. One magazine that I was reading said that in order to achieve that perfect bridal glow, one must get a facial every week for the month leading up to their wedding. A facial every week?! That is ridiculous. Who even has the money to do that?! Certainly not me! But the wedding world is no stranger to this sort of beauty regiment. Magazines are devoted to bridal beauty with articles on teeth whitening, hair conditioning, tanning tips, and even how to best smile in your wedding photos. It's no wonder girls feel so much pressure to look perfect on their wedding day!

After talking through my frustrations with my fiancĂ© and friends, I have come to the conclusion that I am going to have a Different Sort of Wedding. My wedding day will no longer be focused on how wonderful of a party that I can plan, but rather on the love that is shared between Ben and I, and the commitment that he and I will make before God. Perfection will no longer be a part of my vocabulary. I will no longer try to achieve bridal perfection. I have my dream dress and I am so excited to wear it, I will try a bit harder on my hair than on any other day, and my makeup may be a bit more dramatic than usual but my outlook has changed, this day is about love not perfection.

I want to challenge all of you brides-to-be to have a different sort of wedding as well. To ditch the old ways of perfection and focus on the love that is shared and the commitment that is made.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

New Beginnings

I am writing this blog from a new place. I want my blog to be a place that is honest, real, funny, inspiring, and anything else it turns up to be in the future. As I enter a new phase of life, a new blog seemed like the right fit. 

So if I could give a toast via blog, it would be to "New Beginnings." New beginnings on a new blog, new beginnings in college graduation, new beginnings in marriage, and new beginnings in whatever else God throws my way.

It is here that my new beginning starts.

Take me where you will Lord.