Simply

  Live simply so that others can simply live.  -Ghandi My love of thrifting is more than my desire to look good. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good fashion blog and I mean, come on, I live in LA where everyday life is a fashion show. Here thrift store shopping is relatively easy… Continue reading Simply

cute cloth on a dime

Growing up, shopping at the thrift store was so not cool. Though I can say with complete honesty that second hand clothing made up 97% of my childhood wardrobe. My Grandma was my primary caretaker until I was about nine years old.  Having lived through the Dust Bowl and Great Depression, she believed in making each and every… Continue reading cute cloth on a dime

a good, good husband

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I have a good, good husband.When I am up late with the baby he makes me breakfast the next morning. He washes dishes and makes breakfast for his family on Saturday mornings so that I can play games of make believe with our kids. My husband doesn’t buy me diamond rings and he doesn’t plan surprise romantic getaways but his everyday acts of service are priceless. We do life together. Real life.The setbacks, the heart hurts, the surprise bills, the joys, victories, and dreams realized. He is real and our marriage is real. My husband is consistently good, faithful, and true. He works hard for his family and counts each sacrifice a joy if it means his family is well provided for. My husband has dreams, goals, and vision for the future. I am proud to be his wife. I am proud to walk along beside him as his helpmate, confidant, lover, and friend. I have a good, good husband whose heart is loyal to the one he loves. He keeps Christ at the center of both our hearts and this makes all the difference. My husband is my is true love and my happily ever after.

messy moments

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I successfully stayed off social media for one week. Well, okay, except for maybe one teeny tiny Instagram post late last night. Life is too precious to always be picture perfect. I catch myself running around the house cleaning instead of cuddling on the couch with Alma or racing paper airplanes with my seven year old stepson, Elijah. This weekend each time I caught myself trying to make everything in my home “picture perfect”, I instead stopped and looked around for a moment to enjoy. Learning how to rest, is my challenge right now.  I am learning how to rest in the promise that, at the end of the day, it’s not all up to me. God is my provider, He is a good Father who delights in His children, and He gives rest to those He loves. It’s not all up to me and God never intended my life to be picture perfect. In fact, I think He often times delights in the “messy moments” most. I know I sometimes do. My weekend was filled with cozy hearths, dirty laundry, paper airplane races, and avocado apple juice stains. And I am learning to love every, single, moment. Especially the messy ones.

1-2 If God doesn’t build the house,
    the builders only build shacks.
If God doesn’t guard the city,
    the night watchman might as well nap.
It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late,
    and work your worried fingers to the bone.
Don’t you know he enjoys
    giving rest to those he loves?

Psalm 127:1- 2, The Message version

raíces

“It’s not money that makes you well-dressed – it’s understanding” – Christian Dior It’s my prayer that my little girl understands where she comes from and so today, along with this embroidered peasant blouse, she will also wear her mother’s whispered prayer. I pray, little girl, you grow up knowing your raíces.  You are two parts Mexican… Continue reading raíces