Lust for Life

I've lost the lust for blogging :-/

• A: There are not enough hours in the day and Stanley Pooper needs my love 
• B: My life (especially matters of love) isn't as juicy as it used to be. Maybe I'm making better choices, maybe I've lost interest in actively seeking love, maybe I'm a bit bitter, maybe all of the above 
• C: I've become more personal with my personal 
• D: I want to spend my free time making something a bit more tangible 
• E: There are so many people doing it right and I don't want to half@ss 

So there you have it.

I still have not lost my lust for dope graphics, fashion, interiors and random uplifting stuff... So, I've decided to give tumblr a whirl. It looks like an easier/quicker way to bookmark ideas and share.

I plan to keep sharing.

It's still in the beginning phases and needs some finesse, but you can peep it out at: http://theheartyproject.tumblr.com/

Thanks for following or checking in on me from time to time,
Not sure how long this hiatus will last...
XOXO,
Lil Miss Me

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Note to self:

The pad needs some plants!

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Clips from the weekend

This weekend I went to Artomatic in Crystal City, VA. It's a free artist showcase that incorporates painters, sculptures, performing art, musicians, etc. They house all this creativity in a massive vacant building taking up 11 floors. I went during the day, but have a feeling the night scene might be more fun... live bands and bars on several floors.

Post card from Post Secret movement

Post card from Post Secret movement

Know thy weakness! (A fun experiment with personality rocks)

I also Went to Great Grapes with the Girlies... Beautiful day for strolling around with bottles.

Keep your gameface

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My alter ego 'tude for Tuesday

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Gilded Reminders

These would add some nice sparkle to my walls.

Purchase here.

Check our her process:

Define need.

Not only are they my fave rock band but the typography on this is super cool.

I shoulda picked it up yesterday because it's temporarily out-of-stock, ugh.
Hopefully back in stock here soon.

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Did I mention...

that I'm going to Aruba!
According to my countdown app... I'll be there soon!
Due to exotic travels and my recent move, this blog will temporarily suffer, but I hope to have juicy things to post soon.

My alter ego 'tude for Tuesday

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File under awesome

This was about to be some song that I used to like (after crazy radio over play), but I think I'm in love again after this video... or maybe I just want to adopt these kids!

La Sardina Beach Edition

Perfect camera to capture my Aruba moments (happening next week!)

Available for purchase here.

OMG... Define need?

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Economic systems explained in 2 cow terms

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My alter ego 'tude for Tuesday

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My future ex

My imaginary boyfriend's apt, take a look... it's lovely! He's like a less grubby version of Citizen Cope, with killer style and a can-do attitude. But seriously tho, every inch of his pad is so on point he's probably gay (is that bad of me to say?). Check out more ultra cool small spaces at Apartment Therapy.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.

— Rumi

Ooh... Scary true.

Minefields 

In every person there is a minefield. These bombs were created by pain, betrayal, heartbreak, abuse, and abandonment throughout our lives. Some people have more than others, but we all have them. We bury these bombs deeper and deeper because they scare us and because it’s much easier to skim over the surface and pretend they don’t exist. We avoid situations that might set them off. We lash out at the people close to us who threaten to unearth them. But when we ignore them, they get stronger. They bore deep wells of insecurity. They make us feel heavy and unworthy. And most importantly, they make it impossible for us to live deeply, openly, and without fear. The most generous thing we can do is find our bombs and blow them up. Go to counseling if you need help. Write your truth until you start to cry. Stop ignoring the pain you buried. Dig it up, detonate it, and—here’s the part you can’t skip over—feel it. It will hurt like hell. Really though, feel it. The world is full of people carefully retracing a path they know to be safe. Don’t be like them. Jump on your grenades. For a moment you’ll be shattered, but when the smoke clears, trust me, you’ll see—this is the only way we can be whole.

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WELL, YES...

BUT, IT'S ALSO A B*TCH!

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Old quote, new technique

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My alter ego 'tude for Tuesday

My totally rad 80's wedding!

This weekend I finally lived my bridal fantasy (albeit channeling Madonna). I attended a Yelp party that was an 80's wedding theme, with my gf. Why go as ordinary wedding attendees??? We chose brides! Twas so much fun to run around in crinoline and pearls all day, especially being silly enough to roll up to the bar post-party in full crazy bridal attire. Definitely a great conversation starter!