THE GLAD POST | No. 11

I really truly have one of the very best moms out there. 

THE GLAD POST | No. 10

The coolest tree shadow. It makes me happy. I might have seen it a week or so prior to taking this photo and I might have gone back with a camera just to take a quick snap to remember it by. That's how glad it made me. Plus, you know, it's really close to my favorite sandwich shop. There's a win win for you.

THE GLAD POST | No. 9

Staying up late and watching The Conversation with Amanda de Cadenet. If you haven't seen any of the episodes, you should check them out, they're really intriguing. Just two girls, hanging out on a couch and getting down to the nitty gritty bits of conversation. 

Well, two girls, and you know, a film crew. 

THE GLAD POST | No. 8

My boss and I were having a conversation a few days ago, and in response to something I had said to her, she says,

"If my mother were here she would say that's very Pollyanna of you."

Pollyanna. The whole premise of my glad posts. Fancy that.

THE GLAD POST | No. 7

I'm glad for nights when you put minimal effort into your hair and somehow it does exactly what you want it to.

Because goodness knows how rare those nights are.

THE GLAD POST | No. 6

I'm glad for friends. And wine. Definitely wine.

THE GLAD POST | No. 5

I'm so glad I've got my cat, Weezer. He's way cooler than any other cat I've ever encountered. And that's a lot of cats, people. 

Weeze is a bad ass outdoor cat, who greets me at the car most every time I come home. When I go for runs he waits for me in the driveway. He has a special hiding spot behind the bushes that he thinks is perfect for jumping out from when you're walking by. Weeze has never had a bath. Except for the time a few months ago when he laid down and took a nap in fresh chicken shit and I attempted to "wash" him with dog shampoo and a wet paper towel. Not so successful, that venture. 

His one pitfall is his allergies. He sneezes. A lot. I've never seen an animal with so much snot. Most people think he's pretty gross. But he doesn't feel sorry for himself. He just cleans up his mess and goes on with his day. 

I hope he lives forever. 

THE GLAD POST | No. 4

Snooping around my great grandparents' house that my grandma has basically turned into a storage unit.

Opening a random closet, finding a box on the highest shelf, and opening it to find it full of letters written by my mom and my aunts while they were away at college.

Reading my mom's thoughts as a young adult. Seeing how her handwriting has evolved. Thumbing through her pretty stationary. That brings me joy.

THE GLAD POST | No. 3

Finding this photo of my grandparents from back in the day makes me happy. Mostly it's the expression on their faces.

Especially his.



They had a pretty fantastic kind of love for each other. I want that someday.

THE GLAD POST | No. 2

Opening the mailbox to find my first set of Pantone Matching books makes me happy. 
So happy. 
Here's to feeling that much closer to a real designer. 

the glad game

This past month in my life could probably, extremely likely, most definitely be described as... mopey. I had my ultimate mope-down last Thursday. It involved the angry throwing of clothes behind closed doors, silent shouts of profanity (we all do that, right? Right?), long aimless walks that end in plopping down in the dirt, and using fallen tree branches to hit other things in nature, like: berry bushes, small bodies of water, dead trees, the ground.

Sometimes life doesn't go how we think it will. But then that's when I remember that Hey. This is my life. And I am solely responsible for my own happiness.

I often forget that I am the reason for my own unhappiness. And that I can just as easily be happy.

So. In an effort to retreat from my most recent poor attitude towards life, whenever something gets me down, I'm going to find something that kicks that unhappiness in the ass. Because being unhappy is a waste of any part of my twenty four hours.

Okay. Have you read the book or seen the movie Pollyanna? Well, I like Polly even more. Polly is Disney's 1989 remake of Pollyanna. You guys. There's musical numbers with Keisha Knight Pulliam and Phylicia Rashad (you know who I'm talking about. Mrs. Huxtable AND Rudy Huxtable). Winning!

Back to the point.

Polly faces all kinds of hardships. Her poor missionary parents die, and she's shipped off to live with an aunt she's never met. Let me tell you, this lady is a sourpuss. Beautiful, rich, and bitchy. A common and unpleasant combination I've seen in a lot women. Anyways, the town she moves to, Harrington, is segregated, frustrated, feeling down and full of a whole lot of bitterness.

WELL. In comes little Polly. Nothing gets this kid down. She plays what's called "The Glad Game." You think of something glad and hang your hopes high on that. No matter what happens, there's always something to be glad for. Because of this movie, I've always told people to do just that. But sometimes you have to remember to practice what you preach. So. Now I'm going to be thinking of some glad things. And those little things that bring me  joy.



When the lining with the scalloped edges peeks out from under my funny little dress. That brings me joy. I mean, the lining IS why I bought the dress to begin with. I love little hidden details like that.