24k magic

carpool karaoke

I don't think that I could love either of these two Brits more than I do now.

the river's edge

I am fortunate enough to live in a city that has extraordinary natural resources. Prehistoric evidence indicates early Native Americans lived along the San Marcos River's edge and enjoyed its clear, cool and abundant waters more than 14,000 years ago. These were some of the earliest peoples in North America.

The Springs and San Marcos River were discovered by a Spanish expedition on Saint Mark's Day in 1689 and given the name San Marcos. The village of Villa de San Marcos de Neve was the last town established by the Spanish crown in Texas. The village was built in 1807 where the Camino Real crossed the San Marcos River but it only lasted until 1812 as Spanish rule in Texas faded.

instasummer

I have two more weeks to squeeze out the last drops of the best summer of my life.

flower house

this flower art installation is a cool way to honor abandoned homes for their last hurrah.

Flower House Teaser from Hello Future Films on Vimeo.

self-love deficit

let 'em say

summoning spring

this winter started up her mess early back in november. the cold, the wet (not complaining there, though) and the dreary. way too early for central texas.

last weekend was winter ice alerts. this weekend was spring awesome perks. tomorrow will be 75 degrees. can i get a what what?

i needed a little sparkle in my kitchen and decided to upcycle some perfume bottle tops as succulent cutting vases. the fitting size for the window ledge and the perfect sizzle of sparkle. if it is shiny, bring it on. truly, i was a rolls royce hood ornament in my past life.

we will be back to the cold rain on thursday, but every moment was enjoyed this weekend.

b.e.fitzgerald || Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.

this made me extremely grateful that i could read and for the good of social media –

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

b.e.fitzgerald || Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.

via http://befitzgeraldwriting.tumblr.com

four out of five books

four out of the five books are in the shoppe now.

jotjoy

with cracked tellicherry peppercorns

life without an alarm and homemade lemon velvet ice cream with cracked tellicherry peppercorns--- it doesn't get any better than this.

at the cut 'n' curl

i love these new shower curtains!

through march 9th, there is free shipping and $5 off certain items through this link.

be a baller, shower caller with twenty-inch blades on your impala.

showed some blue

a couple of weeks ago, a winter wind blew a wooden sign over in an alley. the typography had been turned toward the wall, so i am very thankful for that cold gust that showed some blue. i asked the tailor's shop if it was trash. it was trash and ready for the hauling.

the sewing machine and spool of thread are stenciled and the script is handpainted typography. *swoon*

after admiring the yesteryear script painting, i decided where i would hang it. it was the reward for cleaning off the work table.

a cup of holiday cheer

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the promotion is NOT automatically available in my store and only available through this link to my society6 shop.

promotion expires december 8, 2013 at midnight pacific time. *offer excludes framed art prints, stretched canvases and throw pillows with insert.


stay warm and cozy.

outside the window

shadowboxer sees a sale in my etsy shop outside the window.





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the world of lisa frank

layering spree

the past few weeks have flown. youngest child deposited in her new dorm. the new singleton life commenced.

a couple of weeks ago, i went on a layering spree. i don't know why it has taken me so long to add more things to my walls, but it felt right. the new rug begged for a little extra graphic feel. my grandmother's rose still life painting hung and one of my prints (which i handprinted with my handcarved franklin gothic typography) now reminds me daily to be extraordinary.


the kitchen really started it all. i started adding to the wall and finished it up with vintage tin trays and typography. the process reminds me to play more. risk a few tiny holes in the wall because God made spackle for a reason.

i think that i was reacting to the close of one chapter and the beginning of another exciting one. or maybe i knew that once school started that i would be toast. whatever it was, i am happy that i did it.

am, too

sometimes, i am too busy to find words to blog, and images seem to be an easier way to communicate my daily life. my instagram and flickr keep those images in checkity check.

this summer has been super. it seems that i write that every summer, but this has been one of those monumental summers.

my youngest child is off to university and this big change is at the forefront of our thoughts and our to do lists. with ten days before she goes off to college, we are crazybusy getting everything (and making all of the fun things) that she needs for her dorm and collegiate life.

i am crazyexcited for her and this new chapter in her life, as well as my own new chapter. for some reason, i equate that with having rugs–not that my kids would have peed on them when they were little (haha), but because rugs seem so incredibly grown up.

grown up. my kids are all grown ups and i feel like i am, too.

the photo man