xo

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confession: most days I don’t wear makeup or do my hair.

I used to. every. single. day.

but then I said fuck it.

it’s amazing how free you feel when you decide to just be…

…when you put down the eyeliner and let your hair grow wild.

alex still can’t keep his paws off me.

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baby boy can walk.

and bite.

and stop people dead in their tracks.

and sometimes waves bye bye.

and always plays peek a boo…

…an ongoing game that never seems to end.

and I don’t think I want it to.

THAT FACE.

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$5, $10, $15 sale in my shop until tomorrow…vintage things that would be perfect under your tree. I do vintage better than Santa, trust me.

www.shelbyblackvintage.etsy.com

don’t forget to enter the giveaway for a suede carpe diem bracelet from Awesomely Awkward…

…a winner will be chosen Wednesday!

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That’s all.

xo

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pies in the oven. house quiet, candles burning. a tshirt for baby, glue on my fingers, thread in my hair. a vintage skirt, loved by another. brown suede, orange stripes. morning football, breathing heavy. baby’s walking, mommy’s crying. sitting around the table, pass to the left, pass to the right, and everyone’s smiling. freeze a second, freeze a day, and hold it in your heart forever. hay bales and a setting sun, a tiny bunny, take 1, take 2. baby’s got a motor now. in the car, windows down. pictures flashing. grass and magnolias, canes and airplanes. the hidden family, heading south. baby in his grandpa’s arms. swinging on a hazy afternoon, ready, set, go.

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Marc,

I don’t want to be in that place today, the place where I wallow in tears and darkness…the tragedy that never seems to heal itself. I don’t want to remember the days where our childhood fell subject to the shadows, the day the sky shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.

I want to sit in the living room with my husband and think of the time you had to get ‘approval’ of the boy I liked by having a pickle eating contest with him. I want to drive by the field where I crawled into the truck in the middle of the night to sleep while all of you worked on an iguana cage inside the barn. I woke up to you sitting next to me, so mad at everyone else for letting me wander off like that, worried that something bad would happen if none of you were looking. I want to park in the driveway where you tied me to a parachute in a hurricane and I almost dislocated my shoulder. I want to sit at the kitchen counter, in the same chair you always sat in, and box up the leftovers you would have eaten. I want to take my son to play in the grass that we waged bottle rocket wars on summer after brutal summer. I want to sit with him at the same clock table we used to crowd around at our very first birthday parties with lizards and cupcakes. I want to open the pantry and think of the time you stuffed all the bread in your shirt and hid it in JT’s room. I want to sit outside near the trees you threw me into, the paintballs you shot at me, the things all of you would duct tape me to, and where you would wait for me when everyone else got impatient and left without me. You always waited. You always hit the hardest and you were always the first to make sure I was ok.

And I want you to know I am ok, I think, that we all are, after 6 years of filling up the holes you left with every memory of you, every thought of you, every word you ever said…but jesus christ we miss you.

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Because I love all you bitches SO, SO much, I listed every last thing in the shop at $5, $10, or $15. All of the current inventory needs to get out of my house and under your tree before I list all the new goods.

Prices are good through Cyber Monday – the 28th. And they start now. If everyone else loved you as much as I do, they’d give you an extended-super-early sale, since I know all of you will probably be battling it out all day Friday at the mall and whatnot. You’re welcome.

www.shelbyblackvintage.etsy.com

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I want everyone to know that tonight B absolutely ANNIHILATED an ENTIRE bowl of pasta.

all of it.

into his mouth.

with his own two hands.

even the pieces that fell on his shirt.

and he fed none of it to the dogs, as is his usual and favorite past time.

HE BIG-BOY ATE THAT SHIT.

also, the only way to get him to lay still long enough for any amount of time, whatsoever, is to bribe him with iphones, pacifiers, and crackers.

obviously.

xo

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we sit here and we wait. holding breath and holding hands in hibernation. quietly and reverently making our way to the edge of a very steep cliff, the edge of the world as we’ve always known it. days are numbered for the life that’s come to whisper in our ears everything we want to hear, that’s wrapped us in a solar flare of silken flame…bled gold into our outstretched hands, wound itself through our legs like a cat in heat, desperate to be pet. marching towards that desolate edge, where untold wonder waits in the dark abyss, revealing nothing, giving nothing away. there’s nothing left here for us, the family of three in the tiny house, and the sky now has a heartbeat that sends us lurching forward, wether we consciously take a step or not, to the edge of that cliff.

and at the end of this quickly fleeing world, we’ll say a prayer to each other, and hold on tight while the clouds explode around us, raining down their doubts and questions. the center of the storm is where we have to look into each other, deeper than we’ve ever looked before, and find something to cling to. because soon…we’ll find ourselves stepping off the edge of the cliff and the tiny fragment of optimistic light we see in each other’s eyes is the only thing that will save us from smashing into the rocks below, devoured by the new life we’ll come to find ourselves in.

every day we’re getting closer to that cliff…wandering in search of a new home, listening for the tiny voice of a baby in the dark…holding hands and waiting for the jump.

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this is what we’ll be listening to this weekend, sitting still, watching days fade into nights, watching clouds warp into shadows, watching time spin through us, around us, past us.

sitting still.

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