lock park

where you go to:
look snazzy
laugh with/at friends
get pine needles in your shoes
soak up some glorious sunshine
take a "hike"
stand on logs
enjoy a lovely sunday in march

xo, kelsey

sunday best

don't freak out. 

I know I'm switchin' up the format here, & there's like, A LOT of kelsey & jared happening.

in your face. all unavoidable & whatnot.

but for quality's sake, this was inevitable.

my striped shirt looked like it was television static, & no one wants that.

we brought friends along on our photo taking adventure today, 

(which added pressure to not fall off the log)

& I got to snag some pictures of their pretty faces at the park.

it's so fantastic to be able to play outside in mid-march.

it's so nice that I contemplated pulling out my spring/summer clothes yesterday,

but decided to give myself one more week.

it's always a little bit like opening presents as soon as the tote comes out,

& I oooh-&-ahhhhh my way through remembering how much I love this shirt or that skirt.

although, I lost weight over the winter, which will be a blessing & a curse.

I don't really need to go into the details of that, right?

good, because I don't think I'm ready to talk about it yet.

jk. sorta. ;)

uhhh, & happy (belated) st. patrick's day.

my parents usually celebrate our irishness with the traditional corned beef + cabbage meal,

but they had a dinner party last night, & poor st. patrick was ignored.

so I ate an avocado for lunch in his honor.

WHAT? IT WAS GREEN.

xo, kelsey

someday saturdays

[from easter 2009]

the weather is so lovely outside.

I'm dyyyying to just be out there. at the beach. at a park. somewhere. anywhere.

but jared is at work, & this past week was jam packed,

leaving a trail of laundry & general cleaning in its wake.

somehow, this is the story of every saturday.

so, I'm left with the song of the dryer & open windows,

which isn't so bad.

I even got some dirt under my fingernails this morning since I FINALLY potted our succulents.

that in & of itself is like the essence of a saturday in the spring.

but that doesn't mean that I'm not dreaming of our someday real weekends spent together,

around the house, or not around the house.

no part time jobs, or worrying about whether the downstairs neighbors are annoyed by the vacuum.

when I think about it, it smells like pledge & involves the lawn mower.

someday.

someday, someday.

xo, kelsey

happy birthday, dear mama

aren't old photos of parents just the best?

this is my mama & her irish setter, shanty, taken by my dad in... ohh.. 1977... ish.

it's her birthday today, & we are celebrating all of her wonderful ways.

it really is amazing how much I've learned about her since I got married.

I always thought I was a daddy's girl.

I even thought that I looked more like him.

but from looks to personality, there is so much more of her to me than I ever thought.

sometimes I see this because she's verbally shared wisdom from an experience,

but mostly because of the small ways I find myself trying to do things the way mom did it.

every time I catch myself trying to figure out how mom made something work,

I know her just a little better.

how she did things. why she did things.

her wisdom. her deep love. the simple ways she shows it.

there's a lot of her in me, & I am so proud of that.

so happy birthday, mama.

you are an inspiration, & a perfect friend.

I love you!

xo, kelsey

canon in d

a nearly-spring evening on the patio,

with white wine & windchimes tuned to canon in d.

these are surely the moments that we'll remember when we think back to our first apartment.

the first place we made a home.

[some photos taken on our slr with my dad's old minolta lenses - totally sweeeet!]