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teeny tale: it's shades of gray

she decorated her house in only black & white because it was easier to view her world that way. but as she began to understand life & all its complexities she decided to choose one room at a time to paint a shade of gray. because she realized her black & white world was far too simple of an answer for such a complex question. 






Addition: For me, one of the two things I value most in life is first, good friendship, and second, the ability to be inspired and to inspire others (does that count as three?). I'm lucky enough to have found that in a friendship that has stood the test of time (since grade 2). This relationship continues to blossom over the years, one that sits snuggly in a corner of my heart, but that is never, ever forgotten.

Most recently, this friend, Wendy, started a blog of her own: GiveLoveCreateHappiness. From healthy recipes, to sweet stories of "little sister" and "big brother," and reminders and tips on how to enjoy the little things in life, I've found reading her blog to put my mind at ease and help me appreciate all that life has to offer. She's been an avid follower of my own blog and a big advocate of my "teeny tales," which continues to thrill me. It's because of her kind words and support that I find myself continuing to post the few things that I do, so thanks Wend ;) 

It was after an East to West Coast phone call, in which we found ourselves talking about paint colors, that I wrote this teeny tale. I told Wendy that it was our talk that inspired putting these words together. So, being one of creative thought herself, and building off of our many talks over the years of how great it would be to work together, Wendy proposed we do just that. Every now and then, when and if the moment strikes us, we'll pull from each other's passion for life, love, happiness, and creative--and some times running--thoughts and punctuate something...together. As such, this joint collaboration may have no set name, no set schedule, no set rules, but rather be a spontaneous creation, brought on by friendship and inspiration.


View a sample of this "spontaneity" with it's shades of gray: Part 2.

test shots.

sigh no more

This album by Mumford and Sons is rocking my Friday afternoon, maybe it will do the same to yours, too. I'm on spin #2, and it's sticking like that pink stuff in the plastic egg.

Catch it on Spinner.com for free before another new release bumps its spot.

Cheers!

Mumford & Sons

Image found here.

teeny tale: keep what you need, shake what you don't

she stepped into her cranky pants this morning; it had been a while since she last wore them. & as she stood in front of the mirror she could see why: it wasn't a flattering look for her. but they were the only pants she could find & since she wasn't comfortable with the idea of facing the world naked, she shook off the cranky & kept the pants & figured that was a good enough compromise.

no album. no what?

I can share because I already have my tickets: Sleigh Bells. Buffalo. April 9. Mohawk Place.

I have a feeling this is going to be another Tilly in the Wall kind of experience, and I'm thrilled.

The issue: I'm diggin' their music, but can't have it for my very own. Why? They have no full-length record on the market yet. Not nice.



Ring Ring



Infinity Guitars (Click for the YouTube Vid)

teeny tale: conversation hearts.

Photo by Lauren Dukoff

& if I don’t get you a card? he asked. i’d thank you for not wasting the paper or someone else’s words on me. & if i don’t buy you flowers? i’d thank you for saving me the future sadness i'd have watching the beauty of their blooms wither. & if we don’t go to dinner? i’ve already planned to not be hungry that day, so no problem, she said. i’ve always figured it was a day to let the shy, the non-feelings-sharing types off the hook. they get off easy: with so many others wearing their hearts on their sleeves that day, no attention can be drawn to theirs. i'm not sure if it's silly or smart but it must be uncomfortable bottling up what you want to say and waiting for that one day to pop. how can you make feelings a secret? she asked. & it’s a horrible secret to keep: your feelings. especially when it’s the kind of thing that would do more good than harm to share. do you think i keep the way i feel about you a secret? he asked. you do seem a little bottled up at times. but i'm impatient, so i've begun to build my own conclusions. well, have you figured out that I like it when i bump you? you know an accident’s a truth gate. that’s one thing i actually have figured out, she said. and i can tell there's a feelin' in your bottle. & there is, he said. you've found my bottle, you've found my heart. so here's what's in my bottled little part: when you’re beside me i want to wrap you up in parenthesis, and bracket your heart inside. & when i see you i pause like a comma and my mind trails off with ellipses...yeah. when i’m alone, thinking of you makes me scream into the nothingness with exclamation points. no question mark hangs to the right of my heart. i’m as flustered as a run-on sentence: my hands they shake, my head it spins. and before you say anything, because to top it off, hearing your voice jolts me like a comma splice—he took her hand in his and squeezed it three times—period, he said. and all she could think is that his feelings were punctuated better than any card or conversation heart she could have ever received.