I would try to paint a picture of the last 10 months of my life. But as you can see from the photos none of it really matters. Only the end result is shining bright. I’d like to introduce my miracle child, purposely named Samuel. Move over leather! I’m making babies now. Ha! He is my best creation, my new “accessory.” He makes my life exponentially better.
I took a few shots of us this afternoon. And of course I HAD to make him a leather visor (my sis says it looks like a circle on his face) to ward off the sun. A perfect addition to his white onesies and gDiapers. This kid is so cool.
On the flip side, Freshly Given is still alive. I mean I’m alive, although my blog and shop may not show it. After months of bed-rest (yes, months) I’m eager to begin making things, like baby visors hehe, blogging, and who knows what else. I’m taking suggestions.
Long absences from the blog mean several things. And all chalk up to work. Fun work. Funny, I take tons of photos when I can, annoying many, but rarely take the time to share a few. Although instagram and I have grown much closer.
We headed west last week to celebrate my mother. Some parts were straight out of an episode of Bonanza – my dad, the experienced horse whisperer, going for an unintentional joy ride in a creek with his horse Lady. Hilarious!
**Way behind the scene, I’ve created new leather goods for the shop. Stay connected for the reveal.
A red dress and an open street equal strut strut goofy face. Haha. I know my husband was wondering why I was cheesing so hard while I did a seemingly simple task. “Ok Whitney, it’s not hard, just walk.” But in my mind, everything has potential to be entertaining. Everything!
Make the most of your day good people, regardless of how routine and mundane it may be.
A new discovery in my own state, and all I could think was “Why didn’t I get married here?” If you ask me to plan your wedding, don’t be surprised if I post you and your groom at the North Carolina Museum of Art. Likely in the middle of a field for the best camera shot. You’ll thank me later.
The Man and I avoided obvious paved paths, to feel a bit more adventurous and touch the artwork. Did we miss the Touch It You Buy It signs?. I thought you would appreciate watching me watch the beauty that is North Carolina. Who cares about my face…