Hi there! We’re over at Love Your Way now, we’ll keep posting for a week or so here, but we hope you’ll do us the pleasure of joining us in our new space.
Image from Wide Open Spaces
Before I tell you what I really want to tell you, a little backstory. My 2008 New Year’s resolution (and the only one I’ve ever actually completed) was to read a book every two weeks for the whole year. Gave me some time in between to read quickly or take something slower. I read some of the most amazing books I’ve ever read during that time: Traveling Mercies and Bird by Bird, both by Anne Lamott, Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller (which I could easily credit as the book that re-sparked my interest in reading), White Oleander by Janet Finch (still one of my favorites) and The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway, to name my favorites. All highly recommended.
I am a huge fan of reading. I love everything about books. I refuse to get an electronic reader because I love to mark up my books until they’re almost unreadable with thoughts sparked from another writer’s words.
I started writing what I was convinced would be my first published novel at age nine. I was going to be an author, I was absolutely certain of it. The childlike part of me doesn’t feel silly at all saying I still will be. The realistic Mrs. Hyde, however, is spouting off uncertainty because of the online publishing world and its cannibalization of the print publishing world. It would mean almost nothing to me to print an “e-book,” whatever the hell that means. That’s not to discredit e-books, but to say that I personally would feel incredibly anti-climactic being published online after putting years of work into a book.
That being said, Isaiah and I are writing a book, have been for almost three years. I am also writing a book, which has recently turned into an adult coffee-table book complete with Isaiah’s fantastic illustrations. The book we’re writing together is about a couple’s journey represented by music…which may seem narcissistic as it’s mostly modeled after us…but I believe I’ve heard the phrase “write what you know” more times than I care to recount, so we’ll go with that.
The book I’ve written is a collection of interactions with strangers and odd conversations…I’m not sure how loved it would be by anyone but me, but I got some outstandingly sweet comments on it from a favorite professor of mine who turned 180+ pages around to me by the next morning with comments galore on each page. “I couldn’t put it down,” he said. I cried. I’m sure you’re having a hard time believing that I cry as rarely as I claim, but I think I may just be recounting some of the more personal moments in my recent years…so you can continue on.
Anyway, the other part of this journey that has intertwined throughout the last eight years is music. Isaiah with his rock-band (for more than eight years) and I with my solo gigs and occasional features and collaborations. We’ll talk about that more on another day. The main thing is this: Our journey has so many roads. Music, design, art, writing, photography, owning a business, movies and all the ways we’re sure we can make it. We have to narrow down. The renaissance men and women of the world often weren’t known for anything but being renaissance men/women unless they committed to one aspect. They were later mentioned, “Oh, and did you know he/she did __________ too?!”
You can’t dedicate yourselves equally to all parts of what interest you, or even more painful to let go, what you’re good at. There’s an excellent book I got for my high school graduation gift called The Dip by Seth Godin. It’s one of the best gifts I’ve ever gotten (hint hint with the holidays coming up). The books tagline reads A little book that tells you when to quit (and when to stick). It’s focus is to understand when it’s time to let things go and focus on things that have real potential for you.
What that means in terms of us and our (too) many endeavors? We’ll see.
I also think it’s notable (meaning I’m jumping up and down) to say that Isaiah was just accepted into school yesterday. He’ll be a full-time design student as of January. Well this just about sums it up, doesn’t it?
Image from We Heart It
I couldn’t be more proud. What do you think about over-committing and being too enthusiastic about too many different options?
Love Your Way is alive and healthy. We spanked its bottom and heard the first cries at 7:30 this evening. Let us know what you think. We’ll redirect this site in the future to our new site, but for now, we’re all about the freedom of choice.
If you haven’t noticed, we LOVE Mixtape Masters. This week, we wanted to share another one of our absolutely favorite genres: Math rock. If you aren’t into math rock, you don’t know what you’re missing, but there’s no time for lecturing…we’ve got everything you need to get started right here.
Enjoy the mix. Enjoy the rock. Enjoy the math.
For more mixtape master madness, check out these peops: Hi-Fi Weddings, One Cat Per Person, Tylre, My SF Budget Wedding, Fashion Under 100, Dead Flowers, Jo Rooting, Craft My Life, Another Damn Life, Casa de Kaloi, Bunnies’n Beagles, Something Different, Savoir Weddings, Existing Between Reality and Dreams and Fancy Notion.
Lisa is the second, awesome guest-blogger in the series, ChristmaHanaKwanzika. The series is meant to shed some light on what the holidays look like, smell like, feel like, taste like and are like in different families and homes. I hope you enjoy the series, and you follow along with other ChristmaHanaKwanzika posts if you want to read more. If you don’t know Lisa, I’ve previously threatened to physically harm you if you don’t read her blog. So that’s just not acceptable any longer. She draws, yes draws, recipes, gives awesome DIY projects and craftiness, participates in Mixtape Masters and is genuinely a freaking delight to talk to. Without a second longer of delay, the fantastic Lisa of Craft My Life.
(sorry, I don’t have access to any childhood christmas photos at the moment so you will have to settle for a quick (lopsided) drawing of teenage me, complete with my pac sun shirt, jnco jeans and awful silver ball necklace.)
When I think about Christmas what I really think about is Christmas Eve. When I think about Christmas Eve, I think about the Christmas Eves of my youth. These were nights chock full of activity and parties and early presents and to know them is to know why I love Christmas so damn much.
I cannot recall how the morning would start. With a pretty high level of excitement I’m sure. There was no school so that was an automatic bonus (I liked school but I feel like no matter how much you love school, you loved days off more). Bonus points if it was snowing. I always felt like it ought to snow for most of December.
Before we went to our annual parties, we were allowed to open one early gift. When I was young, I always went for the biggest gift. One year, this ended up being a set of golf clubs (Clearly this was the last year I used that method. My father desperately wanted me to love golf like he did. I did not. My sister was a really good golfer but gave it up because it wasn’t cool, I think that broke my poor dad’s heart). As I grew older, I learned to strategically size up the presents and pick those which contained clothes so I could wear a cute outfit to the aforementioned parties. Not to impress anyone mind you, the party goers consisted mostly of group A: 90% of the people being 50+ years older than I and group B: stylish middle aged couples not likely to be impressed by my new sweater from Deb or 5-7-9.
Anyways, with the gifts opened, my mother, father, sister and I would go to my mother’s best friend’s house. There we would socialize with the kids of my mom’s friends (you know those kids who you were friends with since your parents were friends). I would eat meatball sandwiches, lasagna and deviled eggs. My friend and I would exchange gifts (whatever we could afford with our allowances, usually some kind of stuffed animal or box of chocolate, whatever it was I feel like it was usually from CVS). I remember sitting on her bed and talking about boys and listening to music.
The next party was our next door neighbors’. This is where I ate ham and fancy deserts. I also played with their cat and dog. I was lucky too because a good friend of mine’s family was friends with the neighbors so she was always there. At the end of the night, we would walk through the woods through the pathway back to our house. Then I would lay in my bed overwhelmed by excitement (and kept awake by a stomach aching from such a weird mix of food).
This feeling is what I think of when I think of Christmas: this amazing mix of anticipation and happiness. A complete whirlwind of emotions, thoughts of what the next day holds. Also, I was psyched to eat candy for breakfast. Since those years, more parties have been added to the mix (my cousins, Ryan’s dad’s) but those two original parties are the core. I feel like its not the holidays until a couple things are checked off my “list” like the first snowfall, hearing that Waitresses song and/or frantically making gifts….but let’s be honest: its not Christmas until I eat those freakin’ delicious deviled eggs.
Happy Holidays all!
*PS. I bugged Lisa for another photo and she gave me this one that they photoshopped. Lisa took out Ryan’s sister and put herself in instead, which cracked me up and her up as well. They used this adorable photo for their holiday card 2 years ago…which I, of course, thought was epic and fantastic. Don’t you think so?
Also, check out today’s candied walnut label template, I posted it first so as not to hide Lisa’s blog deep in the forest of earlier posts. Enjoy your day…do something generous…quit being so selfish, jeez. Just kidding…kind of.
I just became a new blogger at Intimate Weddings. I’m excited, obviously. While scanning all of the content that I wasn’t familiar with and re-brushing up on posts I had already read, I fell in love with a candied walnut tutorial they posted Monday.
I’m absolutely making these little gifties to go inside of a handmade hopefully-awesome-package I’m giving as gifts this year…due to the lack of job-y-ness and what not.
Isaiah and I put together some labels tonight in case you wanted to do the same.
Download the label, print and cut. We made them slightly larger than 3″ wide, because 3″ is the standard size for most of the inexpensive treat bags out there. Fold them in half and roll up the treat bag inside, just like the tutorial says, and staple the label onto the gift bag.