We had a swell fourth of July; and though I did not tackle a traditional fourth ensemble, I made my patriotism clear with sparks of the ever-appropriate and necessary red, white and blue. Stacks of red necklaces? Yes ma’m! I tried on three outfits before we went for hot dogs and watermelon, and ended up wearing the orange on the end and tying it up to avoid some heat, just as my bestie Sasha would do – yes, true Sasha style. But copying someone is the greatest form of flattery, right? Oh, I have always hated that! Did your mom tell you that too?
My lovely floral top is from Target and I was excited to grab it the other day for sixteen bucks because of all of the possibilities that it presented – as you can see I can pretty much layer and combine it with anything and everything!
My friends Melissa and Allison have invited me to be a part of a really cool new gig: A Thursday Link Up Party. The best part? You are invited too!
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or instagram account below and you will be linked not only on my blog, but on Feeding My Temple and Pineapple Lily as well. What an awesome way to meet new folks. Xoxo
Am I the Toad? And you, my reader-out-there, are you the bog?
Does anyone hear me?
I want you to hear me… I have much to say.
How dreary to be somebody!
And I do not have the words to acticulate all of my thoughts.
At the moment, dear internet world, I have no hippy-creatively-inspired outfit to post, I have no glorious words of wisdom.
But I have memories and secrets.
I have things that I want to say.
I have things in my head that I cannot share.
I can think, however, that life and dreams are full of love and color, as if I am in my garden as outside my front door.
And if some things Gold do stay…
Oh, does gold ever stay, Dear Mr. Frost?
Was your poem for me?
I want to dream and live in a world where the reality in my mind is the reality in which is true. I want to go to bed tonight with hopes that the people in my life will find peace. I want happiness for my family. I want to go knowing that my Grandparents know that I have spoken of all of them today, even though they live miles–hundreds of mile away–or perhaps even in heaven.
I want you to know that I know my language is simple.
I am just a girl…or a lady? Does thirty-one make me a lady?
Dear Lady Sarah….
You are a a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a teacher, a friend….
How public to be somebody!
Happy Birthday to me…
Happy Thirty first, Sarah Jane Gray.
PS. Third-person is dumb.