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Dressing for the Season with J.Jill

November 8, 2014

Advertisement (be sure to scroll to the end of the post for a J.Jill $100 giveaway!) jjill 1Fall is hands down my absolute favorite season of all.  There’s so much nostalgia and fond memories that come along with this time of year.  The way the air smells–so crisp and cool!–reminds me of my high school soccer days and our late night practice sessions.  The sound of football on television in the morning reminds me of my mom’s weekend tradition of homemade fried chicken and ranch dressing while we watched the Jets.  The soups and chilis and scones and pasta and stews that seem to taste oh-so-much-more delicious when leaves are falling outside. The first trick-or-treaters to ring our door bell, that first bite of pumpkin pie, the first Christmas lights to go up–every year the excitement rushes back as I get to re-live my favorite memories through the eyes of my children.

With my seemingly endless list of “favorite things” about fall and winter, I must say the clothes of the season are up there toward the very top. I love me a good sweater. I can never have too many boots and booties.  And I especially love dressing in cozy layers.

Layers are so necessary in California because even in the middle of December the day can begin as winter and end as spring and shedding those layers is the only way to make it through. My love of all things J.Jill isn’t exactly a secret.  I’ve gushed about my obsession for their linen line for every day wear and about how much I adore their Ponte collection for my church wardrobe.  This time I got to try out some of their sweaters and a pair of super rad black pants that Ben has requested I wear on date night. Here are two different looks styled using many of the same pieces in both of the outfits.jjill 2This sweater is the J.Jill Mixed Texture Open Cardigan Sweater in wheat heather. I’m wearing a P XS.  It’s suuuuper versatile, soft, comfy and warm while not being the least bit bulky–the perfect piece for layering. It’s the perfect mom-uniform/ready-for-anything sweater so you can bet you’ll be seeing me in it all season.jjill sweaterJewelry from here. Bag from here. Glasses here.

Because I’m pretty short (4-11) and I have “muscular” legs, it can be pretty tough for me to find pants that work.  I discovered these J.Jill black Ponte knit zip-pocket leggings and I was so excited about how they fit.  They’re great! And stretchy! Veeery stretchy!  Like the hug-your-legs-perfectly-without-making-you-feel-suffocated kind of stretchy–and I like that. Just like my previous outfit, I paired them with my “everyday” flannel, white tee shirt and black booties.  For an added layer I added this moto jacket.jjill black pants sitting black jjill outfit
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Bag from here.
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I'm Ashley. Sometimes I craft, occasionally I cook, everyday I write, and I'm always Momma. This is my blog. I keep it real while still seeing the rainbows and butterflies in all of life's lessons.

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  • kaylei
    November 8, 2014

    I am ALL ABOUT the sandstorm cardigan!!!

    Reply
  • Ashley Williams
    November 8, 2014

    So the one you’re wearing is definitely my favorite. I was going to at least try and pick a different color but nope, that’s my favorite too. I also really love the Pure Jill Luxe Cardigan. I like its slight bulk but short so not overwhelming look. I’d take either happily! 😉

    Reply
  • Rejeana
    November 8, 2014

    Breckinridge or pure Jill cable tunic – they both make my heart happy!

    Reply
  • Melissa Parrott
    November 8, 2014

    I love that cardigan on you. I also love the leggings… they look so comfortable and cute too! My favorite sweater is the easy pullover in red.

    Reply
  • Sarah
    November 8, 2014

    I love the sweater you have on. It’s exactly what I have been looking for!!

    Reply
  • Nicole
    November 8, 2014

    Love J Jill’s Pure Jill sweater hoodie!! Way cute and comfy.

    Reply
  • Bianca @ Sweet Dreaming
    November 8, 2014

    i like the Mixed Texture Open Cardigan Sweater you are wearing!

    Reply
  • Jessica
    November 8, 2014

    Love chunky sweaters!

    Reply
  • Melissa
    November 8, 2014

    Love the pure Jill luxe cardigan! And the drapes fair isle cardigan 🙂

    Reply
  • Melissa
    November 8, 2014

    Tweeted! https://twitter.com/melissahvall/status/530954042701512704

    Reply
  • Beth K
    November 8, 2014

    I love the Pure Jill Plush Pullover sweater. Thanks for the giveaway!

    Reply
  • Beth K
    November 8, 2014

    I tweeted: https://twitter.com/BethKurtbedin/status/530973062288527360

    Reply
  • Chelsie Wood
    November 8, 2014

    I love how you layered the flannel with the sweater! What a great idea! I love J. Jill as well and would go simply nuts with a gift card! I’m also short logging in at 5’2′ and anytime there is a petite line, I’m sold! xo

    Reply
  • Julia
    November 8, 2014

    I’ve been looking for a great cardigan!

    Reply
  • Liz
    November 8, 2014

    The easy pull-over! I love your look with the leather jacket! Looking good, momma! 🙂

    Reply
  • Erin
    November 8, 2014

    love the big sky topper!

    Reply
  • Erin
    November 8, 2014

    i tweeted!
    https://twitter.com/erincyoung/status/531092085353365505

    Reply
  • Jenny
    November 9, 2014

    I really love your texture Open Cardigan Sweater that you are wearing in the pictures above. Perfect for now while I am pregnant, but also after the baby as well.

    Reply
  • Jodi Hoopes
    November 9, 2014

    I can’t decide between the one you are wearing and the breckinridge tunic. There is too much to choose from!

    Reply
  • Faith
    November 9, 2014

    I love both outfits! The black leggings are perfect!! Gotta get a pair for sure!

    Reply
  • Barb
    November 9, 2014

    Leggings all the way! You can never have too many!

    Reply
  • Kathy
    November 9, 2014

    Love the textured open cardigan!

    Reply
  • Ashley Williams
    November 9, 2014

    Your sweater & black pants are perfect!

    Reply
  • April V
    November 9, 2014

    Gosh, I love that Pure Jill Mixed-Textures Pullover!! So pretty..

    Reply
  • Angelica Evilsizor
    November 9, 2014

    Mixed texture open cardigan<– the one you are wearing. Looks super cozy and light.

    Reply
  • Anna | Gone Banannas
    November 9, 2014

    The mixed texture cardigan is so cute! I have few sweaters similar to it but I happen to subscribe to the school of thought that you can never have too many sweaters!

    Reply
  • Sarie
    November 9, 2014

    I love J Jill too! Their Big a Sky Topper is what my cozy autumn dreams are made of. 🙂

    Reply
  • Katherine @ Everyday Celebrations
    November 9, 2014

    I love all of your looks above but I also really like the Pure Jill Luxe cardigan. It would be such a versatile piece in any closet.

    Reply
  • Kim
    November 10, 2014

    I love the easy look of the one you’re wearing and it will be in my wardrobe one way or another! But I’m also loving the drape of the kimono-sleeve pullover, especially over those black leggings…fun!

    Reply
  • Valerie
    November 10, 2014

    My favorite is the Mixed Textures Elliptical sweater – so adorable and versatile! I would love to win some new clothes for winter!

    Reply
  • amber
    November 10, 2014

    My favorite is the mixed textured Open Cardigan Sweater

    Reply
  • Julie Tate
    November 10, 2014

    I love the big sky topper sweater!

    Reply
  • Bridget
    November 10, 2014

    I love the sweater hoodie! I’m home most of the time and try to be cute but still comfortable most days. Love it!

    Reply
  • Laura
    November 10, 2014

    I love the floral jacquard cardigan!

    Reply
  • joellen
    November 10, 2014

    I love the draped Fair Isle cardigan!

    Reply
  • jennifer
    November 10, 2014

    i like the pure jill sweater hoodie!

    Reply
  • Jenni
    November 10, 2014

    I need that sweater!! Cute outfits!

    Reply
  • JennH
    November 11, 2014

    Love the Pure Jill sweater hoodie!

    Reply
  • JennH
    November 11, 2014

    Tweeted about the giveaway as well https://twitter.com/JennHiestand/status/531909579370545152

    Reply
  • barb
    November 11, 2014

    Pure Jill Tunic, super duper cute!

    Reply
  • jen
    November 11, 2014

    Love the j Jill sweater you are wearing, it is the perfect fall “mom” piece. Would he great paired with leggings and boots too.

    Reply
  • latanya
    November 11, 2014

    I like the intarsia diamonds pullover

    Reply
  • latanya
    November 11, 2014

    https://twitter.com/sweetums82/status/532191359856152577

    Reply
  • kristy b
    November 12, 2014

    I love the white linen shirt you styled a while back.
    thanks for the chance to win!

    Reply
  • Taylor B
    November 12, 2014

    I’ve been reading your blog for a few years now and it’s my favorite! This is my first time leaving a comment. I love the mixed textured elliptical sweater and the one you’re wearing!

    Reply
  • kathy h
    November 12, 2014

    The Cashmere Easy Cardigan—-Champagne taste on a beer budget!

    Reply
  • kathy+h
    November 12, 2014

    I tweeted: https://twitter.com/catzson/status/532246891229347840

    Reply
  • Cookie
    November 12, 2014

    The Big Sky Topper would be my fav. Oh so comfy!

    Reply
  • Kelly+Miller
    November 12, 2014

    I actually have never purchased anything J.Jill, would love to!

    Reply
  • Kelly Miller
    November 12, 2014

    The Breckenridge Tunic sweater looks really cute!

    Reply
  • rachel
    November 14, 2014

    I like the country Fair Isle cardigan.

    Reply
  • Kimmy Ripley
    November 14, 2014

    I really do love the Luxe Cashmere cardigan. It looks like it would be so cozy in the fall and winter months.

    Reply
  • Ashley C
    November 15, 2014

    I love the pure jill soft & light kimono sweater

    demureprincess7(at)gmail(dot)com

    Reply
  • BusyWorkingMama
    November 15, 2014

    I’ve never really shopped at J. Jill. I like their selection online! I would really like to add their luxe wool & cashmere wrap to my closet collection.

    Reply
  • Gina M
    November 16, 2014

    I love the draped Fair Isle cardigan!

    Thanks for the chance to win!
    wildorchid985 at gmail dot com

    Reply
  • Gina M
    November 16, 2014

    tweet–https://twitter.com/WildOrchid985/status/533653956480999424

    Reply
  • Anna Pry
    November 16, 2014

    I like the Anna pullover, its even named after me 😉 [email protected]

    Reply
  • Georgia
    November 17, 2014

    I really like the Pure Jill sweater hoodie. Would love to have one.

    gmissycat at gmail dot com

    Reply
  • Georgia
    November 17, 2014

    Tweeted

    https://twitter.com/gmissycat/status/534037508049612800

    Reply
  • Katherine
    November 18, 2014

    I like the Aran Cable pullover

    Reply
  • Katherine
    November 18, 2014

    https://twitter.com/mkjmc/status/534399571116302336

    Reply
  • Kathy S.
    November 19, 2014

    I love, love the Sun Valley cardigan!

    Reply
  • Crystal
    November 19, 2014

    My favorite is the texture tweed pullover in black multi 🙂

    Reply
  • Denise L
    November 20, 2014

    I love the Pure Jill Cable tunic.

    Reply
  • Denise+L
    November 20, 2014

    tweeted – https://twitter.com/dmarie824/status/535135159083749376

    Reply
  • Hesper
    November 20, 2014

    Love the Pure Jill sweater hoodie!

    Reply
  • heather
    November 22, 2014

    I love the Jill luxe cardigan too cute I would love to win this giveaway.

    Reply
  • Kerry
    November 22, 2014

    My favorite is the “snow-days topper”.

    Reply
  • Kerry
    November 22, 2014

    tweeted: https://twitter.com/KerryBishop/status/535985920420225025

    Reply
  • Sonya Morris
    November 22, 2014

    My favorite is the Brenkenridge Tunic!

    Reply
  • Sonya+Morris
    November 22, 2014

    Link to tweet:
    https://twitter.com/catholicfanatic/status/535997762576187392
    Thank you!

    Reply
  • Shannon
    November 22, 2014

    I like the cowl neck tunics!

    Reply
  • Shannon
    November 22, 2014

    https://twitter.com/channynn/status/535999198747848705

    Reply
  • ELIZABETH P
    November 23, 2014

    I love the Jacquard check pullover in red truckredford(at)gmail(Dot)com

    Reply
  • ELIZABETH+P
    November 23, 2014

    https://twitter.com/eliza_elliott/status/536281145931878400 truckredford(at)gmail(Dot(com)

    Reply
  • Madeline
    November 23, 2014

    I adore the Pure Jill ombré pullover. It’s very cute and stylish (in my opinion)!

    Reply
  • Madeline
    November 23, 2014

    Tweet link: https://twitter.com/shala_darkstone/status/536357534328582145

    Reply
  • Stephanie V.
    November 24, 2014

    luxe cashmere pullover in black – LOVE it!!
    tvollowitz at aol dot com

    Reply
  • Sandy Klocinski
    November 24, 2014

    beaded easy pullover

    Reply
  • Sandy+Klocinski
    November 24, 2014

    https://twitter.com/Attea2d/status/536647228811923456

    Reply
  • paige chandler
    November 24, 2014

    I love the Cypress pullover

    Reply
  • Shannon Baas
    November 24, 2014

    The telluride turtleneck is cool

    Reply
  • Tari Lawson
    November 24, 2014

    I like the snowflake chenille pullover.

    Reply
  • heather s
    November 24, 2014

    The big sky topper

    Reply
  • Tram Le
    November 24, 2014

    I like the snow-days topper sweater.

    Reply
  • Tram+Le
    November 24, 2014

    Tweet: https://twitter.com/tljumbojwon/status/536731454051340288

    Reply
  • Angela W
    November 24, 2014

    I love the luxe wool & cashmere wrap!

    Reply
  • Aaron
    November 24, 2014

    I like the black cypress pullover sweater =)

    Reply
  • Anita Duvall
    November 24, 2014

    I tweeted about the giveaway: https://twitter.com/anitakayduvall/status/536793596402606080

    Reply
  • Anita+Duvall
    November 24, 2014

    I really like the J.Jill Jacquard Check Pullover in Black and White

    Reply
  • Cynthia+C
    November 24, 2014

    I would love to have the luxe cashmere cardigan in blue haze heather. Beautiful!

    Reply
  • Cynthia+C
    November 24, 2014

    Tweet
    https://twitter.com/clc408/status/536867044696653824

    Reply
  • April V.
    November 25, 2014

    I want one of each but the snow days topper looks perfect for me.

    Reply
  • Anastasia Falling
    November 25, 2014

    Well, that’s a tough choice! There are lots of cute ones to choose from! I’ll go with the cypress pullover as my favorite ’cause it looks like my style 🙂

    Reply
  • Anastasia+Falling
    November 25, 2014

    Tweeted 🙂 – https://twitter.com/Enter_Now/status/536994082459877376

    Reply
  • Kate F.
    November 25, 2014

    I like the cable chenille pullover.

    Reply
  • Crystal F
    November 25, 2014

    I really like the Breckenridge tunic. Thank you!!

    Reply
  • mickeyfan
    November 25, 2014

    The Bloomsbury topper is just so “me”.

    Reply
  • jeanine
    November 26, 2014

    https://twitter.com/neenee_is_me/status/537274178676596737

    Reply
  • jeanine
    November 26, 2014

    i like the marled boat-neck pullover

    Reply
  • Julie
    November 26, 2014

    http://www.jjill.com/jjillonline/product/itempage.aspx?BID=537853324&rPFID=19&item=BZ016A&h=M&sk=M really like this thanks

    Reply
  • Denise S
    November 26, 2014

    I really like the Wildwood Fair Isle Cardigan sweater.

    Reply
  • Amanda Sakovitz
    November 26, 2014

    love the luxe cashmere pullover!

    Reply
  • Amanda+Sakovitz
    November 26, 2014

    tweeted
    https://twitter.com/aes529/status/537314835265232896

    Reply
  • Lauren Olivia Wood
    November 26, 2014

    I love the Aran cable pullover!

    Reply
  • Debbie B
    November 26, 2014

    i think that the snow days topper is really cute!

    Reply
  • Debbie+B
    November 26, 2014

    i posted a tweet here:

    https://twitter.com/bellows22/status/537445883235663872

    Reply
  • ANGEL JACKLYN
    November 26, 2014

    https://twitter.com/kytah00/status/537510171065335808

    Reply
  • ANGEL+JACKLYN
    November 26, 2014

    THIS WOULD BE MY FAVORITE- Pure Jill kimono-sleeve sweater

    Reply
  • Tara
    November 27, 2014

    I like the luxe cashmere pullover!

    Reply
  • Lisa V.
    November 28, 2014

    My favorite is the cypress pullover.

    Reply
  • Terri Moore
    November 28, 2014

    My favorite sweater is the pure Jill luxe cardigan in dark chocolate heather.

    Reply
  • Kathy Pease
    November 29, 2014

    One I really love is the jacquard check pullover

    Reply
  • Kathy+Pease
    November 29, 2014

    https://twitter.com/klp1965/status/538405409061482497

    Reply
  • Erica B.
    November 29, 2014

    I like the luxe cashmere pullover.

    Reply
  • tonya dreese
    November 29, 2014

    I am totally digging the Big Sky Topper.

    Reply
  • Betty C
    November 29, 2014

    I love the Telluride turtleneck. A turtleneck to keep me warm and great colors to add to my wardrobe.

    Reply
  • Betty+C
    November 29, 2014

    Tweet – https://twitter.com/willitara/status/538614755515068416

    Reply
  • Wanda McHenry
    November 30, 2014

    My favorite is the cable chenille pullover, it looks so comfy!

    Reply
  • Wanda+McHenry
    November 30, 2014

    https://twitter.com/myfolly/status/538734909695983617

    Reply
  • Stephanie Larison
    November 30, 2014

    I love the aran cable pullover, so cute!

    Reply
  • Diane Baum
    November 30, 2014

    Jill luxe cardigan!

    Reply
  • Melanie Montgomery
    November 30, 2014

    I like the jacquard check pullover

    Reply
  • melissa Resnick
    November 30, 2014

    Love the textured open cardigan!

    Reply
  • Tim A
    November 30, 2014

    I like the Sun Valley Topper

    Reply
  • T Michelle Trump
    November 30, 2014

    I love the pure Jill luxe cardigan!

    Reply
  • T+Michelle+Trump
    November 30, 2014

    I tweeted about the giveaway as @tmt121172 on 11/29/14

    Reply
  • Lisa Garner
    November 30, 2014

    I love the snowshoe cardi from J.Jill!

    Reply
  • Lisa+Garner
    November 30, 2014

    I Tweeted: https://twitter.com/lisalmg/status/538875062825132032

    Reply
  • Cheryl A.
    November 30, 2014

    I like the cardigan sweater.

    Reply
  • Lorena Keech
    November 30, 2014

    I like the textured chenille cardigan

    Reply
  • tina reynolds
    November 30, 2014

    I love the luxe wool & cashmere wrap

    Reply
  • tina+reynolds
    November 30, 2014

    https://twitter.com/eaglesforjack/status/538895647248621568

    Reply
  • Susan Christy
    November 30, 2014

    I like the Luxe Cashmere Cardigan

    Reply
  • Jeanne White
    November 30, 2014

    I like the “Pure Jill ultrasoft open cardigan”. Hard to choose they have a lot of NICE sweaters!

    Reply
  • joe gersch
    November 30, 2014

    my fave sweater is the snow-days topper

    Reply
  • Tracey Byram
    November 30, 2014

    I like the snowshoe cardi.

    Reply
  • Karen Drake
    December 1, 2014

    I really love the Pure Jill Cable Tunic sweater.

    Reply
  • angie
    December 1, 2014

    My fav sweater that they carry is the pure jill plush pullover Color: loden heather BZ062AW! I was FLOORED that they went up to my size in it (4X)! I thought I was entering this giveaway for my skinny Mom, but now I’m not so sure! LOL

    Reply
  • angie
    December 1, 2014

    I tweeted here: https://twitter.com/MsTofuFairy/status/539109355316998144

    Reply
  • Ellie Wright
    December 1, 2014

    I love the paisley draped cardigan.
    eswright18 at gmail dot com

    Reply
  • Ellie Wright
    December 1, 2014

    Tweeted
    https://twitter.com/eswright18/status/539124287232159744

    Reply
  • Thomas Murphy
    December 1, 2014

    I like the Pure Jill Cable Tunic.

    Reply
  • Thomas+Murphy
    December 1, 2014

    tweeted
    https://twitter.com/thomasmurphy40/status/539134536332750848

    Reply
  • Leela
    December 1, 2014

    The mixed-textures elliptical sweater.

    Reply
  • Annette
    December 1, 2014

    My favorite sweater is the Pure Jill cashmere easy cardigan.

    Reply
  • Annette
    December 1, 2014

    https://twitter.com/ThatTuxedoCat/status/539147735773884416

    Reply
  • WHITNEY
    December 1, 2014

    I like the breckenridge tunic

    Reply
  • WHITNEY
    December 1, 2014

    Tweet: https://twitter.com/electricstar/status/539150959994077184

    Reply
  • Sarah Hirsch
    December 1, 2014

    I like the Aran Cable Pullover

    Reply
  • JenniferB
    December 1, 2014

    I like the snowshoe cardigan

    Reply
  • Jennifer Gillum
    December 1, 2014

    I’m loving that leather jacket with the black leggings!

    Reply
  • erica best
    December 1, 2014

    I love the black diamond topper

    Reply
  • erica+best
    December 1, 2014

    https://twitter.com/purplelover04/status/539183829278543872

    Reply
  • tallcapp
    December 1, 2014

    I love the Tellurude sweater in the Petite section.

    Reply
  • Candie L
    December 1, 2014

    I like the cypress pullover. Thank you

    Reply
  • Sarah L
    December 1, 2014

    I like the cable chenille pullover.
    Thanks for the contest.

    Reply
  • Sarah+L
    December 1, 2014

    https://twitter.com/slehan/status/539206637228011520

    Reply
  • Sean
    December 1, 2014

    sandstorm cardigan

    Reply
  • Linda Ellis
    December 1, 2014

    I like the luxe cashmere pullover.

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  • Linda G.
    December 1, 2014

    I really like the textured chenille cardigan. O wear a lot of sweaters in the winter!

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  • steve weber
    December 1, 2014

    the Telluride turtleneck sweater.

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  • Sherlee
    December 1, 2014

    Ashley you look adorable in all your outfits..

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    December 2, 2014

    I live in Michigan. All sweaters are fab!!

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    December 13, 2014

    thank you

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    March 9, 2020

    So we love to add movement Beer Costume with these bands that emulate fringe,

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Tell me your favorite summer reads. What are you reading right now? The queen of beach read recommendations @danielleburkleo sent me this favorite of hers and I’m starting it today. Am i going to love it? 

Some of my recent reads:
+ Four Winds
+ The Family Upstairs
+ Leaving Time
+ The Silent Patient
+ Where the Crawdads Sing
+ The History of Love
+ The Last Thing He Told Me
+ Malibu Rising
+ In Five Years
+ Greenlights
+ Will
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Tell me your favorite summer reads. What are you reading right now? The queen of beach read recommendations @danielleburkleo sent me this favorite of hers and I’m starting it today. Am i going to love it? Some of my recent reads: + Four Winds + The Family Upstairs + Leaving Time + The Silent Patient + Where the Crawdads Sing + The History of Love + The Last Thing He Told Me + Malibu Rising + In Five Years + Greenlights + Will
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The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
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The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈 Option 1, 2, 3 or 4??? 1. Paint wall and bed frame white 2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is. 3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is. 4. Leave both as they are now. 🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
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I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
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I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing. I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. @breatheandbloomessentials —— Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
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Tell me your favorite summer reads. What are you reading right now? The queen of beach read recommendations @danielleburkleo sent me this favorite of hers and I’m starting it today. Am i going to love it? 

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Tell me your favorite summer reads. What are you reading right now? The queen of beach read recommendations @danielleburkleo sent me this favorite of hers and I’m starting it today. Am i going to love it? Some of my recent reads: + Four Winds + The Family Upstairs + Leaving Time + The Silent Patient + Where the Crawdads Sing + The History of Love + The Last Thing He Told Me + Malibu Rising + In Five Years + Greenlights + Will
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The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈
Option 1, 2, 3 or 4???

1. Paint wall and bed frame white
2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is.
3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is.
4. Leave both as they are now. 

🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
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The cabin bunk room is mostly done (waiting on baseboards and vent covers) but we’re having a family debate about what to do with the walls and bed frame. More video in my stories today showing the room. Please cast your vote below 🙈 Option 1, 2, 3 or 4??? 1. Paint wall and bed frame white 2. Paint only wall white, leave bed frame as is. 3. Paint only bed frame white and leave wall as is. 4. Leave both as they are now. 🛌 Bedding is all from @beddys (the super cool zip up bedding that makes it a cinch to make your bed in seconds). You can get 20% OFF with my code: littlemissmomma
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I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing.

I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. 

I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. 

Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. 
@breatheandbloomessentials 
——

Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
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I’ve started writing this post a thousand times since I got home from my trip, but each time the words never seemed enough to capture the magnitude of my experience. Sometimes that’s just how life is. Rare experiences, too powerful and full of magic to be articulated. And I think that’s a good thing, a gift, a blessing. I cried a lot last week. Happy tears. Tears of gratitude. Tears of longing. Tears of hope and happy. Tears reminding me of all that was dreamed of, all that was sacrificed and earned and stretched and nurtured to bring this beautiful week to fruition, all that led to this culmination of love and grace so generously passed back and forth amongst women I adore. I got to hug and hold and laugh with women who have become like sisters to me, even though this was our first time meeting in person (life is generous in this way). I got to cry and laugh and dream again with soulmates that share the hopes of my heart. I got to be reminded and encouraged and slapped around a bit with the truth and knowing that we are responsible for how we chose to experience our life and circumstances and we CAN indeed build the life we imagine for ourselves. Above all, I got to give thanks. For all that has been and is yet to be. For new beginnings—a fresh start armed with the many lessons learned from the countless times I gave myself permission to begin again in the name of growing and continuing to show up in this one wild and precious life. @breatheandbloomessentials —— Scooters in heels at night. Swig cookies on door dash for dinner. Happy hour meatballs. Limo to the farm. Boob tape. $9 purses. Broken luggage vouchers. Bike parades. Stevie Nicks roadies. Ice buckets. Friendship bracelets. Baby horse kisses and nibbles. Bare feet in a cold stream of lavender water. Cafe Rio. Free People. GiGi Pip. Wolf berry slushy. Baby wearing. “Lookin good”. Josef and Tonia. Dance offs. The perfect jeans for all of us. New hats. Late nights. More boob tape. Blisters and sore feet. Lot a fire under her butt. Sketchy Uber drivers. 90’s hip hop playlist. Choose Frank. Iced Chai Tea. Oil up Buttercup. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.
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