HOWL.

Cannot Wait.

Do More Than Just Watch.

Please sign this Citizen's Arrest Warrant for Joseph Kony and the rebel war he is leading in Central Africa. We need Obama's help to rescue child soldiers!

I couldn't agree more.

"An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day."

-Henry David Thoreau

A force to be reckoned with.

If you haven't checked this organization out yet, I highly recommend you do it now, here .

Krochet Kids International is a wonderful non-profit that helps people, specifically those in Northern Uganda, rise above poverty. They are employing Ugandan women and sending kids to school by selling amazing crocheted products, my favorite of which is the laptop case. I have one of my own and just purchased another as a gift, and it's so awesome to know that half of the cost goes directly to funding a child's education. Such a worthy organization, go go go!

Beth & Scott's Vintage Wedding.

I had the honor of decorating and floral-designing my dear friend Beth's wedding in January, and Green Wedding Shoes featured the event on their website here ! Below are a few pictures I'm stoked to add to my portfolio. Photography by Beamish Photography

Thanks a million, Dylan Thomas.

I remember how I felt the first time I read this in hs.
I get the same feeling every time I have read it since.
It's nice to know that some feelings we have don't wear off.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.