don’t you just love instagram? it’s all the fun and none of the drama of our beloved facebook. the only down side in my love affair with instagram is that i can’t remember what i’ve posted here & what i’ve already hassled you with there. so, for those of you who follow me on instagram, here is my blanket, ongoing apology for all the times you think to yourself, “for the love of all things, she’s already shared that”. i only have about a dozen posts knocking into each other inside my noggin’
its either feast or famine so between organizing random words and photos and keeping up with my drafts….and oh yes…..our spring release launch friday!!!…i’ll try to maintain some sense of order.
we’re in the middle of birthday-a-rama over here. savannah turned 20 on valentines day & madison will turn 18 this saturday. and no. not for a moment do i feel old enough to have a eighteenflippinyearold much less a twenty year old ( my knees do occasionally during kickboxing and nagging roots clearly show my age but other than that…..) that’s just so weird.
have ya’ll seen ashley brooke designs? one of my girlfriends must be their biggest fan & lucky me, she sends me hand written notes frequently. since they’re often times from ashley brooke i wanna frame ‘em all! i mean check out how cute that is!
i’m dragging my fanny to the gym several days a week ( hopefully that will be a success story in a few months ) which is all bad news for my jogging partner. that combined with our PNW-esque near constant rain has made life a little sedentary for brinkley.
i might have a slight addiction. justin’s hazelnut butter & freshly made peanut butter from whole foods is out of this world.
after living a lifetime with a mighty dated light fixture in the kitchen, i’m sure loving my mega-sale fixture found at ballards backroom for a song. a song i tell ya’!
ok back to ashley brooke designs. the jackie, the audrey & the marilyn? oh stop.
we all discussed who was who around the dinner table the other evening and when you see the way funky eyeglasses i’ve chosen you’ll know exactly “who” i am
three guesses on my favorite color.
i frequently change out what hangs out on my studio desk and the little table in my kitchen
savannah is working like crazy to get all the orders filled.
ya’ll. are. the. best. no lie.
such sweet encouragement & notes ya’ll have sent to her. blown away by the hearts of so many of you who have reached out to me and my girls. i could never thank you enough.
not a day goes by where i fail to thank the lord for the friends and mentors he’s placed in her life. those whom she has contact with daily & those who encourage her & pray for her even from afar.
i have some super cute home accessories to share with you, here’s a little peek for now.
working with those cutie pies from sunday’s session
did i tell ya’ll about my trip to Key Lime Pie Salon?? ( where iphone photos are not allowed. don’t turn me in please) dan gave me a gift certificate for a facial there, last valentines day….and i finally cashed it in a few weeks ago. oh my word. it was heavenly. i am smitten with the style and vibe at the spa and nellie the esthetician i had was sent directly from heaven. not to be confused with the hair stylist who felt the need to critique my hair color as i waited to purchase some skin care.
i hate my hair. hate my hair. i’m very self conscious about my hair. i realize my hair looks horrible. because i have to color the roots so often, it’s super dry and because i exercise daily it’s usually in a ponytail. i’m sorry. its just what it is. so ….when she came up and politely asked “who colors your hair” it was all i could do to
not sprint out the door tell her that someone at another salon messed it up. me. i color it. as if she didn’t know.
well mind you. i’m all in a zen like state after my heavenly facial from nellie…..who i hugged at the end. is that acceptible?
anyway. this sister is threatening to ruin my “i’m in a peaceful spot” mood. and quickly. well it goes south from there as she picks up ( yes, she really did) picks up my hair and says the following. and i tell you no lie. “i call this witchy black and i doubt this is the color you’re going for “…..oh yes…..” so if you come in and make an appointment with me ( heck to the no would i ever) i can get you all chestnut brown.”…..to which i defend myself and say something like….” i can’t afford professional color every three weeks….
I HAVE FOUR DAUGHTERS“. so then. get ready for this….she says ” well think of all the money you spend on cigarettes and liquor you could save and spend on your hair”.
ya’ll. i about fell over laughing. liquor? cigarettes? my hair might suck but my skin looks pretty darn good for almost 47 with a history of extensive tanning ifidosaysomyself.
i didn’t get her name…..
but nellie in the spa. she’s a winner. chick with funky hair and maybe a few of her own , how shall i say, less than perfect physical flaws herself on the salon side however is not.
another rainy morning for brinkers.
at $3.99/pound , these beauty honeycrisp might cause me to go broke. remember the peanut butter options shot? yes. this is their team mate.
almost top down kinda weather
i compensate for aforementioned sucky hair by always carrying fabulous accessories. thank you jeanne oliver & kendra scott.
the latest on the little side table. i’m sure you were going to miss sleep wondering what the chosen current decor was…
and finally. green juice. heaven help me. hopefully this will also play a small part in what hopes to be a success story by mid summer. either that or my sucky hair will just be one of my permanent physical flaws!