Real Talk

{grizzly bear wool socks today. but at least my legs are shaved.

no big deal.}

Don't get me wrong.

That would be my disclaimer for this blog post.

Remember it. You might occasionally pull those four words out every so often in your mind.

...

Beautiful and pretty things are everywhere. And I'm a big fan of those things.

I'm inspired by those things.

I dream. long. ache. for them on a daily basis.

The stuff of true beauty, mind you. Forget what the world has to say about beauty.

Hey, World! Yeah, I'm talking to you, you big ol' marble in the sky. You know what? Sometimes you can be a real nincompoop when it comes to your version of what's true and beautiful.

{insert my disclaimer here}

I love blogging.

The writing. The creative freedom. The people. It's a beautiful beautiful astonishingly beautiful community.

If you've been a reader of The Whim Wham Life for any amount of time, I bet {hope} you'll realize that things are a little different around here.

Here's my secret:

something about going against the flow, being different, has always lit a fire in me.

My favorite color for the past 18 years has been green, because all the girls in kindergarten were picking pink and purple. Even at 5 years of age, I couldn't stomach the thought of doing something because everyone else was doing it.

A part of me hopes Baby Bean feels the same way someday... {not necessarily having a passionate picking his favorite color-"I have a dreammmm"- moment that his dramatically stubborn mama did} but a feeling of something and doing something nonetheless.

Yes. My posts might normally have pretty fluffy things. Summarizing sweet rain-soaked Portland weekends. A fancy-shmancy recipe or two. The celebration of a good hair day.

But.

The dirt. the nitty-gritty stuff. That's always here too. Drizzly days full of old sweatpants, frizzy hair, cold cereal meals, and awkward moments.

Is this real life?

Yep.

And it's kind of the most beautiful thing.

xoxo

{Bon Bon}