sarah richardson {a london home}

Bonjour, peeps.
Hope this post finds you happy
and healthy.
I slept brilliantly last night and feel fierce.

Even though it's a busy time with graduation
and houseguests and various stressors,
we're feeling blessed and very peaceful.

Not unlike the results of this project by
Sarah Richardson.

 

 

 

 

houseandhome

 

 

 

 

 

I love this woman, and call me whack on crack,
but I believe it's a magic wand she wields
in the image above.

* * *

If there is anyone left in the blogosphere feelin pity for me
about the genetic cancer stuff and hearing Angelina Jolie's
story, SNAP OUT OF IT.
I'm so ready to move past this chapter.
I may be missing from blogland for a bit.

My grandma would have said of me today:
MA-SHAY-UHL IS FEELIN HER OATS.

The rare diagnosis, God's goodness, the journey,
and the discoveries have prospered and strengthened me.

Fully recovered from the first surgeries, I'm set
for the bilateral mastectomy and reconstruction which
begins June 13...I'm not crazy about the 'previvor'
label you may have heard floating around town.
Too confusing. A little gimmicky and soft for me.

Mine's a gentle soul, but I'm tough.
Am I a warrior?
Hmmmmm. Yes. With the upperhand in a battle.
Just an ordinary intellectual girl willing to
walk through some fire
to prevent cancers which have tortured
and proven deadly to my family.
AND I'M A SMILING WARRIOR
armed with hope and cute earrings,
which has got to just scare
the friggin devil out of cancer.
 

 

 

 

 

muted lovely {i gigi}



Tonight I am eveningdreaming

a little bit

about owning a shop.

What would we sell?

How would it be staged?

 

Zoe Ellison and Alex Legendre

of  i gigi General Store in the UK

are responsible for igniting this

dreaming of mine.

 

The designers' motto:

WE LIVE OUR LIVES BY THIS.

 

Take a gander at i gigi.

 

 

 

 

*spoken in my very best Cuba Gooding Jr.*

Ya know? Ya know?

 

 

Ahhhhhh, the muted quietness of it all.

The soothing, natural good vibe.

 

located in East Sussex

 

 

 

 

Any of these serene images make you giddy?

Cuz when I saw this vessel, my reaction was

ohlordjesusthere'safarrrrrr!!!!!

 

 

If the Sweet Brown reference

puzzles, I am concerned,

and you must indulge me here.

 

 

Shells and white and rustic elegance!

 

 

I didn't grab no shoes or nuthin, Jesus!

 

 





 

 

Oh dear, i gigi goods and walls...

you do set my heart ablaze.

Aint nobody got time for dat!

 

 

The shopowners have written a promising new book.

Can't wait to get my paws on a copy and share

more tranquil soul candy with you.

 

 

 

Everybody loves a shop that serves cake.

Wanna go?

 



 

images: i gigi

 

 

 

 

BRCA stuff



 

Do the words spiritual and journey

make you wanna throw things?

 

 

 

You're safe.

I just wrote a long poignant

stream of consciousness thing about mine

then blew it up.

 

 

It's too important to get it right,

plus I'm in the throes.

 

 

 

 

Here's a peek though:

my journey involves BRCA2,

physical challenges,

and feeling spiritually opened.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What has arrived with genetic test results

and surgeries is also an opportunity

to surrender.

 

 

So I am.

 

 

 

I'm still trying to be a light for my mom.

Honestly though I think I am failing

my BRCA2+ sister

who is blogging about her journey.

She's very brave. She wants all the info.

I keep hearing myself ask her

some version of 'will we ever discuss

anything other than 3-D nipple tattoos?'

 

I'm not sensitive or compassionate enough.

I'm too busy broadcasting my own needs and

hotflashing and seeking distractions.

I want to do better, and already I can tell

He's burning all kinds of unGodly crap

out of me.

Dude.

Is that what a hotflash is?

 

 

It is a humbling journey.

 

 

 

Even for

a girl occasionally clever

with 'silver linings within the suffering' schtick.

 

 

For a mama with her head in the clouds, painting

dreamy abstracts stoned high on buttercream.

 

 

For a Real Housewife of True Dork City,

who just angrily called her shih tzu a weenie

(#menopause).

 

 

For an ungraceful

lover of words who can't

pirouette for shizzle.

 

 

For a Sunbeam for Jesus with

doctorates in blogology and self-deprecation.

 

 

 

 

It's helpful to write this schtuff down

because it leads to discovery and leaves

me only a tad nervous that at this

juncture you are looking for a blunt

object to hurl at the screen

because it sounds an awful lot like

a spiritual journey post.

 

Just before my mom's surgery.

 

Thanks for all the hand holding.

I honor you for reading.