July 29, 2012

Boise Love

I discovered,
To my joy and relief,
That I had in fact uploaded a series of snaps I took one day with Brianne
Before my camera was stolen.
It was a few weeks ago, 
And we've repeated this sort of trip since,
But it never fails to be glorious amounts of fun.
Boise,
Through the eyes of a gypsy.
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All our adventures include drinks at Java.
Coffee for her,
Tea for me.
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The Boise Guest House.
Where Bri and Ryan will be staying for the first few days of their honeymoon this December.
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It's probably one of the most charming things in Boise.
I have a thing for architecture and the details of older homes.
I find them lovely.
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I can't get over the colour of this one.
I want an old singer sewing machine in this exact same shade.
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These church doors resemble a surprised rabbit.
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This is by far my favourite.
There's something about laying on one's back, staring up, to take a picture that makes one feel pretty legitimately clever and professional.
Even if one can claim neither of those traits.
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We were very disappointed to discover that this was not, in fact, a library.
Instead, it's a law firm.
Very disappointing.
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I have an affinity for red doors.
Especially red doors with brass knockers.
This is my idea of door perfection:
It looks like an apple kissed a peach and had a baby.
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I love little scenes like this.
It's one of the reasons New York and I got along so well: 
The place is practically crawling with them.
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At some point in time, the city of Boise commissioned to have willing artists use the electrical wiring boxes on the streets as canvases.
The results: a sort of street art exhibit of fun, quirky pieces.
Here are just a few of my favourites.
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Gypsy feet.
(I recently caved and bought my first pair of coloured denim.
I slightly resemble an Otter Pop, 
But I like them too much to mind.)
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One of the best perks is getting to explore with this kid, though.
She's the bees knees.
(A great feat indeed, seeing as bees technically don't even have knees.)
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Heavens, how I'm going to miss her when she's married and in Wyoming!
I won't have anyone to share laughs at Java,
Walk to the Boise Co-op,
Sing Florence and the Machines and Regina Spektor in the car
(Harmonizing, of course),
And dash madly down forbidden alley-ways with.
This has been a Summer to remember,
And it's not over yet. 
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July 27, 2012

I Can Hear The Bells

I can't believe it.
In less than a month I'm going to watch my brother Jim and his lovely fiancee Sophie tie the knot.
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{Photo by Savannah Tally}
I've been thinking about this all Summer, 
But it's only now beginning to hit me.
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{Photos by Savannah Tally}
They've had a beautiful relationship in the midst of difficult circumstances
And are so very deserving of this even more beautiful reward.
In a lot of ways I still see my brother as the kid I played with during childhood.
The one who would scramble onto the tabletop and belt the Barney song,
The one who played Star Wars with me,
(He was Luke, my name was Sister, Darth Vader was our father, and yet we weren't related? Also, in the end Storm Troopers are just misunderstood, so give them a break, 'kay?)
Splashed through mud puddles and got it all over the side of the house 
(And also got in a fantastic heap of trouble for it).
We played Legos, 
Threw wads of paper at each other during school,
And boarded in the ocean during the Summer.
He loved Davey Crockett, 
And would dance with me to Aaron Copland and The Nutcracker.
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{Photo by Cydney Craft}
He's got a different dance partner these days.
*Grin*
(Note: The Tallys are friends with a DJ who stores his equipment in their empty barn,
The results of which are some pretty epic dance parties, as seen above. 
I really do know some wonderful people.)
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They listen to Iron and Wine, 
Go to The Head and The Heart concerts,
Raise chickens, 
Have coffee dates at the Flying M,
Go backpacking,
And fly fishing,
And make it all look so darn classy.
It should also be noted that they are a very,
Sincerely,
Adorable couple.
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{Photo by Savannah Tally}
Sophie is a funny,
Sweet,
Lovely Lady.
We've had many grand adventures getting coffee,
Searching for yarn shops, 
(She actually works in one!)
And going to art exhibits.
I am so excited for August 18.
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{Photo by me}
I'm honoured to have been asked to be a bridesmaid with her two sisters.
I get to stand up with the couple as they exchange their vows,
And see two become one.
We 
(The bridesmaids) 
Are wearing adorably mismatched dresses,
And I'm absolutely in love with the simple, knee-length, peachy-coral lace loveliness that is mine.
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I love my brother and Sophie,
And there are few things I'm looking forward to more than the upcoming wedding day.
<3

July 24, 2012

Bits and Pieces

I've never been much for jewelry.
Well, normal jewelry that is.
It wasn't until digging through my things the other day that I realized how quirky most of my pieces are.
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Doctor Who earrings: a must have for any fan.
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A sea-glass teapot
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Personal favourite: fox ring.
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The compass on this one actually works! 
I like to create romanticized stories about its pointing in the direction of true love/hearts desire, etc. 
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Of all the pocket watches I own, this whistle one is the definite favourite. 

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Brianne got this one for me: it's based on a bit of an inside joke revolving around my uncanny likeness to the Character Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow White) in Once Upon a Time.
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As always...
And I'm currently coveting this one...
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I would love to have a little spyglass necklace! 
Even better would be a tuning fork on a cord.
My sister 
(The madly musical opera one)
Wore a tuning fork necklace for several years.
I can't help but think that it would probably be the handiest piece of jewelry 
(Outside of a pocket watch)
One could wear.
Well, assuming the wearer has an interest in finding proper pitch, anyway.
Who else out there wears quirky jewelry? 
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July 15, 2012

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

This past week has somehow been one of the happiest all Summer,
Which is kind of funny, because I can hardly remember most of it.
Things have been such a blur of 
Work,
Conversation
Music,
More work,
Prayer,
Even more work,
And intermittent moments of what we refer to as "hanging out" with one's friends. 
Sadly, my camera was stolen at the Farmer's market a few weeks ago,
So pictures
-Even poor-quality ones-
Are going to be nonexistent for a while unless borrowed from others or taken using my mother's camera.
(Note: never let a delicious almond pastry distract you enough that you put your camera down in a public place, even if it is for two seconds, and even if it is in Boise. I know ruffians and scalawags exist everywhere, but Boise is such a lovely place I never would have guessed they lived here too.)
 However, the highlight of this week would have to be the discovery of a new blog
And, 
More specifically,
A particular post.
The lovely Emily Wierenga is the founder of Chasing Silhouettes, a blog for those struggling with an eating disorder and the people who care for them.
The specific blog post, however, is one in which she renews her vows, in blog-post format, to her husband.
What seems to you to be merely a sweet gesture is, to me, an odd symbol of hope.
As someone who fights constantly with the beast in her head, 
(Yes: constantly. People assume that just because I'm at a healthy weight and look "normal" that my eating disorder troubles are over. This is so very far from the truth. The less you engage in disordered behaviors, the harder it is to stay recovered and well.)
I'm always shocked and gladdened when I meet others ED survivors who are married.
I live with the belief that,
Because I can't stand myself,
How could anyone else?
If I cannot even begin to hope to love the person I am,
No one else will.
If I had one wish,
I wouldn't ask for world peace,
I wouldn't cure cancer,
I wouldn't find homes for orphans;
I would reveal how selfish I truly am,
And beg to be anyone, anything else,
But me.
There.
Are you thoroughly shocked?
Because I am thoroughly ashamed.
I am daily surprised and unutterably grateful for the
Amazing,
Inexplicable 
Love of Christ.
It's an 
Awe-inspiring,
Mind-boggling 
Thing to me.
Every morning I wake up surprised to find it not only still there,
But renewed.  
And yet,
For some reason,
Outside of Christ it feels as if no one should even come close to me.
I know people like me who have married or are engaged
(My wonderful roommate from New York, Ally, is to be wed this Fall),
Or have had children.
(If you ever want to study a very long, very involved subject, look up all of the havoc that even a year of semi-starvation can wreak on your body, especially as pertaining to pregnancy difficulties and miscarriages. Be warned: it's a very depressing subject.) 
 I am so jealous of the amazing support that the husbands,
Like Emily's in the post,
Somehow know how to offer up and insinuate in the lives of their wives.
It's a support and love different from that of the bountiful sort I have been showered with.
So many people have come along side me in the past year to offer their support,
So many friendships have been formed,
People have been met, 
And things have been learned,
And I, 
Though an undeserving wretch of a recipient,
Am beyond grateful for it.
Yet there is still that longing to know the love that only the one God has created for you can give,
And it is a longing that contrasts harshly with the belief that I will never be
Deserving,
Lovable,
Beautiful,
Enough to receive it. 
So the highlight of this week is the discovery that maybe these things are possible.
Maybe there is someone who can look past the flaws that run through me like cracks through glass,
And not only see what God sees,
But be strong enough to help bring that part of me out.
Someone I can, in return, 
Help,
Uplift,
Serve,
Honour,
Love
In return.
The reminder this week has been one of hope.
An voice of encouragement to keep fighting, 
And keep running. 
"Therefore, seeing we also are compassed about with great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith..."- Hebrews 12:1-2a.
Here's to hope.

July 11, 2012

To Dos

Do you ever feel as if Summer is just a
Big,
Endless,
To-do list?
Books to read,
Things to do,
Places to go,
Sights to see?
So far, my Summer has been a to-do list.
Not unpleasant, but very busy.
Today seems like a good day to pause and reflect on my (many) blessings, and share the things I've been enjoying.
Count 'em.
1. This Lady.
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She may kill me for this...
Anywho, we have spent so much time this Summer just being the silly people we are,
It truly has been one of the biggest treats.
We recently went and saw The Hunger Games
(She's seen it thrice, it was my first go).
The Edwards Theaters has a fantastic fountain in the middle of the market square.
After the movie, we tried flipping coins into the water.
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She missed the first few times (hence the sad face), but finally was able to successfully flip a penny off her thumb and into the water.
I just threw mine.
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On our way to Neverland!
And up to no good.
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Yup:
We have some pretty epic times together.
2. Words
I've been using most of my free time to avidly consume books by the dozens.
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I've been reading a lot of Lewis Carroll, 
And am also rereading A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Also on the list are Miss Peregrinne's Home For Peculiar Children,
Tales from Outer Suburbia,
And Ted Dekker's Circle Trilogy.
What are you reading?
Any good suggestions?
3. Camp
I was blessed (and surprised) with the chance to go to Family Camp at Red Cliff Bible Camp in the beautiful Tetons of Wyoming.
It's the camp where Brianne and Ryan first met,
And all of the youth at my church (myself excluded) spent a week every Summer for many years.
I've spent the last four or five years hearing everyone talk about how amazing a place it is,
Count down the days all year long until they could go back.
I wasn't quite sure what made it so spectacular, but after less than a week there I am already in love.
If the stunning scenery weren't enough, it's a place where you can spend time with the Lord, 
Hear good preaching,
And spend time with others as hungry for Christ as you are.
Something about being so close to His loveliest creations makes pursuing God an even richer and grander experience there. 
Partway through the stay it became rainy and cool, 
Something we weren't quite prepared for, wardrobe wise.
Top that with the typical camping dirt and such, 
And I began to look very...frumpy.
Who cares.
I love camping.
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4. Great Expecations.
I recently saw BBC's newest Dicken's adaptation, 
And I am completely in love.
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Okay, let's be real:
It's mostly Douglas Booth I love.
I think it's probably because of the cravat.
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 It also might be the hair.
Or his face.
Might.
(I don't usually have fan-girl crushes, so this is the rare exception.)
He makes such a fantastic Phillip (Pip)!
Gillian Anderson is pitch perfect as Miss Havisham 
(I.e. Absolutely, positively, perfectly creepy),
And Vanessa Kirby played a stunning Estelle. 
Okay, so I love her hair too.
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Why don't people do their hair like this anymore?!
The same goes for the wearing of cravats!
Fashion these days is clearly lacking in the finer details.
Meh.
5. Current Favourite.
I scored a bright, shiny, red pair of Toms Shoes at work yesterday!
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My first ones ever!
I've been wanting some for quite some time,
And I'm glad I decided to wait: 
These cost me under $20.
I love my job.
What's on your Summer To-Do list?
Don't forget to count your blessings!
One more picture of Douglas Booth and cool hair.
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Okay, I'm done now: promise.
*Grin*

July 9, 2012

Frustrated

Why do people have to gossip?
Why can't they just let you make a decision and,
Instead of telling you how stupid they think it is,
(Or worse: talk about it with others behind your back)
Just let you be; 
Accept the fact that this is where the Lord is leading you, 
And that it is really neither their place nor their business to be negative and opinionated about it.
If I feel God's leading me to a certain college,
A certain career path,
A certain direction;
If I have prayed and agonized over what to do, 
And this appears to be the answer,
Then the last thing I want to hear
(Or, again, worse: overhear)
Is negativity about it.
It's hurtful,
And as an already confused and nervous individual it only makes me dissatisfied with what seems to be God's leading. 
There's nothing quite like having family members hold conversations about your "poor decisions,"
Speak in scoffing tones about the improbabilities,
And blame it on my age. 
There's nothing quite like being gossiped about behind your back while you can hear the conversation.
If you don't support a person's decisions,
Don't you think the obvious course of action would be prayer?
Perhaps telling them personally of your worries?
Apparently, the answer is what the Bible refers to as "Slander". 
 People of the 'verse:
Don't gossip,
Don't ridicule,
And don't doubt:
Someone will inevitably end up hurt.