Hope you’re doing well, world. Just wanted to pop in and share a few photos from the roll of film I got back a few days ago.

an amish auction

river cottage farm

mew

moo

mew mew

at the parthenon

adeline

If you’re reading this I probably love you.

Yours,
Rebecca

One weekend we went with our family to a maple festival in Indiana! (What?! Yes! You heard me.)
It was glorious.

My sister, her husband and (most importantly) their children came to visit!
It always goes by way too fast, though.

Another big event is that things are starting to blossom around here. This should always be exciting, but after coming from (obviously beautiful) Colorado and seeing a plentiful amount of mostly browns, greens and blues I’m loving all the crazy bright colors that are popping up! I know, ‘Colorful Colorado’ – but wow! Kentucky is miiiighty pretty.

She sure knows how to ring in each season accordingly.

Yours,
Rebecca

Enjoy!

Foxy’s Folk Faced by Ocean Colour Scene
Goldfinger by Ash (an album worth owning) ;)
My Dog is an Astronaut, Though by Pond
Put A Lid On It by the Squirrel Nut Zippers
Blue Light by Mazzy Star

Goddess on a Highway by Mercury Rev
Everything You’ve Done Wrong by Sloan
Why Does It Always Rain on Me by Travis
Do You Love Me Now by the Breeders
Minneapolis by That Dog

Friends of P by the Rentals
Bit Part by the Lemonheads
Cross Eyed by Brendan Benson
Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden
When This Is Over by Hayden
Pretty Eyes by the Silver Jews
One of A Very Few Kind by of Montreal

this was maybe technically the year 2000 or something, but... oh well.

Do you have some more favorites?

Yours,
Rebecca

$10 | A lot more fun than shoving a pen into that thick unruly mane!

$22 | More fun for your head region!

$28

$24

$28 | Why shouldn’t you drink out of the happiest straws in the world?

$39.99

$18 | Mark Twain.

And just for kicks here’s a free print out if you’re interested in floral mustaches.

(Click on images to go to sources, always)

Until next time I remain,
Yours,
Rebecca

Here is a blurry little segment we’ll call: Colbs, Pops and the Pink Pig:

One night almost our entire family ate at a crowded restaurant.
These next few pictures can help you feel the chaos that we experienced.

Onto our new home in Kentucky…

Here’s a few peeks. (Even though we’re still in the process of rearranging and whatnot.)

note the magnetic green silverware gifts from my newisholdish pal rachel!

So that’s about it for now… hope you enjoyed!

Yours,
Rebecca

Here is the past month or two in a few photographs via the Pentax.

We moved away from Colorado. But first we stopped in my ol’ hometown of Austin, Texas.
Then we kept driving through Texas.

On into Kentucky we went… some of our favorite human beings live here.

One of my fav/best gal pals Katie lives on a farm and gets to scoop poop and play with animals.
Plus other neat stuff.

Their farm is pretty spectacular. If you live in the area you should stop by and buy some goods!

Our own little shop will be open sooner as opposed to later… in the meantime I’m busy attempting to make latte art downtown (failing miserably so far – anyway, come say hi!) and enjoying an internet-free life. Oops! Hopefully I’ll be back soon with more random photos to share… but until then, be nice. Show them pearly whites and try a little patience. It all goes a long way!

Yours,
Rebecca

Oh, and this all explains the big ol’ sale going on in the shop. Most of whatever doesn’t sell I’ll be getting rid of before we move. Which means if people want things they should let me know so we can make a bargain! I have a few things waiting to be put up once we’re in Kentucky and then of course I’ll be adding more indefinitely as I come upon it. I’m kind of excited to sort of have a ‘fresh start’ in the shop since half the pictures and descriptions aren’t as nice or clear as I’d like - it’ll be a relief to get it looking a bit better now that I sort of know what I’m doing. ;)

To all my pen pals that I haven’t corresponded with: I’m keeping your addresses and bringing them to Kentucky! We will begin in the New Year, with a new address on this side!

Anyhow, here’s random bits of internet goodness for our eyeballs to feast upon just because no one wants to read a picture-less blog:

(Click on an image to go to its source!)

We should be getting our Christmas cards in the mail by the weekend! Harold really worked some wonders this year. If you’d like to receive one please email me with your mailing address at:
o h d e a r t h i n g s a t g m a i l d o t c o m

Yours,
Rebecca

Happy 176th birthday, Mark Twain!

You made the world, especially the world of literature, a much better place!

As good as his fictional writings are I really can’t get enough of his just own personal writings. They never fail to make me either think or giggle at their wit, which is something seemingly hard to come by in modern literature (that I’ve tried). Here are a few of my favorite snippets:

“You ought never to ‘sass’ old people- unless they ‘sass’ you first.”

“We are called the nation of inventors. And we are. We could still claim that title and wear its loftiest honors if we had stopped with the first thing we ever invented, which was human liberty.”

“Arguments have no chance against petrified training; they wear it as little as the waves wear a cliff.”

“Whose property is my body? Probably mine. I so regard it. If I experiment with it, who must be answerable? I, not the State. If I choose injudiciously, does the State die? Oh, no.”

“There has been only one Christian. They caught him and crucified him–early.”

“Strip the human race, absolutely naked, and it would be a real democracy. But the introduction of even a rag of tiger skin, or a cowtail, could make a badge of distinction and be the beginning of a monarchy.”

“Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I repeat myself.”

“The radical of one century is the conservative of the next. The radical invents the views. When he has worn them out the conservative adopts them.”

“For in a republic, who is ‘the Country’? Is it the Government which is for the moment in the saddle? Why, the Government is merely a servant- merely a temporary servant; it cannot be its prerogative to determine what is right and what is wrong, and decide who is a patriot and who isn’t. Its function is to obey orders, not originate them.”

“Wisdom teaches us that none but birds should go out early, and that not even birds should do it unless they are out of worms.”

“The mania for giving the Government power to meddle with the private affairs of cities or citizens is likely to cause endless trouble, through the rivaly of schools and creeds that are anxious to obtain official recognition, and there is great danger that our people will lose our independence of thought and action which is the cause of much of our greatness, and sink into the helplessness of the Frenchman or German who expects his government to feed him when hungry, clothe him when naked, to prescribe when his child may be born and when he may die, and, in fine, to regulate every act of humanity from the cradle to the tomb, including the manner in which he may seek future admission to paradise.”

“I think it is not wise for an emperor, or a king, or a president, to come down into the boxing ring, so to speak, and lower the dignity of his office by meddling in the small affairs of private citizens.”

“I am an anti-imperialist. I am opposed to having the eagle put its talons on any other land.”

“We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that the savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter.”

“…when we badly want a thing, we go to hunting for good and righteous reasons for it; we give it that fine name to comfort our consciences, whereas we privately know we are only hunting for plausible ones.”

“Now, the true charm of pedestrianism does not lie in the walking, or in the scenery, but in the talking. The walking is good to time the movement of the tongue by, and to keep the blood and the brain stirred up and active; the scenery and the woodsy smells are good to bear in upon a man an unconscious and unobtrusive charm and solace to eye and soul and sense; but the supreme pleasure comes from the talk. It is no matter whether one talks wisdom or nonsense, the case is the same, the bulk of the enjoyment lies in the wagging of the gladsome jaw and the flapping of the sympathetic ear.”

“An inglorious peace is better than a dishonorable war.”

Yours,
Rebecca

Harold bought me this vintage Sunday school pin (and another) for either an anniversary or birthday gift. I love them but rarely wear them because I’m scared they’ll fall off and be lost forever. The message is simple and true throughout the year but I figured it’d make a nice theme for a Thanksgiving post as well. :)

For Thanksgiving we aren’t going to Texas and we aren’t going to Kentucky. I was pretty sad about that and of course still am sad to miss out on all that delicious food, er… family time.. but luckily I’ve got that boy to be cozy with. I’m thankful for a family and family-in-law worth missing. Some kind friends are having a sort of orphan’s Thanksgiving celebration that they invited us to and while we’d like to go we had already been tossing up the idea of a road trip, just because Harold will have the weekend off and we’d like to take advantage of that. We’re still not sure exactly where we’re going, which is ridiculous, since we’ll be leaving tomorrow… but that’s half the fun, right? I’m thankful for kind souls and for spontaneous-ish trips with my favorite boy.

As hectic as our lives have been from moving into a tiny new home and getting settled in, things are only getting crazier around here. I’ll leave it at that for now. Check back soon for a juicier tidbit. NO, we are not pregnant. Although, if we were I feel like I’d be making a rant post about the weird clicks that seem to come along in major milestones in life. It was frustrating and just plain boring to me when married couples didn’t give us single folk the time of day. And now as a married couple with no children it’s frustrating to me when for me, personally, moms seem uninterested in becoming my friend since I can’t bond over poopie diapers (okay, and various other baby related things). Obviously to an extent that makes sense, that people who are in similar positions in life bond and are more inclined to hang out together, but… only to an extent. We have to get out of our comfort zones! Please remind me of all of this again once we have children – single people, married couples without children, widows and widowers or elderly couples and other groups of people that are not like us are interesting and worth getting to know, too! ;) Oops, I ranted. I’m thankful for all the hundreds of people I know who have huge, open hearts, minds and homes and also for all the babies out there in the world. How boring earth would be without babies.

I still have no photos of our home to share, it’s a mess. But there are so many aspects of this little house that I’m thankful for. I’m thankful to have a clear view each day of the sunrise and sunset.

I’m thankful to see horses every time I look out a window.

I’m thankful to hear coyotes yipping at night and see bunnies hopping every morning. I’m thankful to hear the wind, all day. I’m thankful to not have a dishwasher so I’m forced to stand and have peaceful time to think about things as the dishes get washed. I’m thankful that it’s a little old farmhouse, next to an even older homestead cabin – it’s dreamy.

And as if you didn’t know, I’m thankful for my husband.

I’m thankful for his heart. I’m thankful for his seemingly never ending goodness. I’m thankful for his willingness to work hard. I’m thankful for his silliness, which makes me laugh even when I’m busy trying to be grumpy. I’m thankful for his compassion. I’m thankful for his chuckle. I’m thankful that he’s easy going. I’m thankful that he pushes us to do interesting, different and good things. I’m thankful for his creativity. I’m thankful for his singing and guitar playing. I’m thankful for his ability to retain so many random tidbits and stories, even if he forgets his keys in the locked car. I’m thankful he asked me to be his wife. I’m thankful that he’s going to make fun of me for writing this paragraph.

There’s maybe one bajillion more things I could list, but I’ll stop now.
I hope you have a lovely Thanksgiving break, friends!

Our 50% off sale in the shop will be ending Monday, November 28th. I may be getting rid of everything or at least a lot that hasn’t sold, so now is your chance! Don’t be afraid to make an offer, either. We’d really just like to make room for new items. :)

Yours,
Rebecca

SONGS of a thankful, content and blessed variety:

I Must Be in a Good Place Now by Vetiver
Neat Little Domestic Life by of Montreal
What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong
House of Gold by the Secret Sisters
My Girls by Animal Collective
Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton
Reach for the Sun by Polyphonic Spree
Blue Skies by Maxine Sullivan

We stopped to split a burger and drink a malted shake.

There was a nice lady playing some classics on a really old piano. She played the song Mahalia Jackson sings in ‘Imitation of Life’ (i.e., the first movie that made me bawl) and asked us if we had any requests because she was running out of songs to play. We requested ‘Let Me Call You Sweetheart’ to which she oh so kindly obliged.

We got to ride in a hotel’s birdcage elevator, which also happens (what I think the hotel manager said) to be the oldest running one, in the world… or in America… or on this side of the Mississippi.. something exciting like that! I also hit the jackpot on old clothes, dating as far back as the early 1900s I believe. Sometime soon I’ll take photos of the clothes and share them, they are pieces of art. But that won’t stop me from wearing the ones that fit like a charm! :) I’ll also work on taking some photos of our new little farmhouse, now that we are settled in. I hope your week is going smoothly and that your stomach is ready for the great Thanksgiving stretch.

Yours,
Rebecca

ps. We’re having a 1/2 off sale in the shop right now: enter the code ‘GOODBYEFALL50′ at checkout!