swoon.

seriously....

take.me.away.in.this.

 isn't it gorgeous?
 i have no idea where this image is from, sadly.

 anyway, nuggets.... happy sunday.

 love, m

 

heY guys, it's ME.
....Ziggy, of course!

I am here to toot my very own horn.

I am, by far, the coolest and most pecious lap dog on the planet.

xoxo,

ziggy

full load.

busy week.

furniture project to-do list is taller than me.

i wish had the motivation to rise and grind (cardio) every morning before clocking into the full timer at 6:30.

this weekend I took a trip to prattville pickers and came home with a truck load. awesome place to say the least. good weekend.

Welcome, week. I am ready for you.

summer is delicious.

well, hello there mid-july! 

it's me..the young lady who wakes up with full intentions of cramming my days with counted blessings, sun-kissed skin, compliments, hand written letters, prayers, music that moves my soul, children laughing, wandering with no direction or time frame, flea markets, concerts, writing, counting kisses on the forehead, and dreams....

dreams bigger than the gulf of mexico.

There is nothing, other than myself, that can stop me from being, seeing and doing all of the above (and more). 

nothing, other than myself.

I want every day to be a pretty picture I painted. 

I want to challenge myself to new, challenge myself to extreme and challenge myself to staying forever young.

i may or may not withhold the profession of a daydreamer..
playing big and dreaming hard....
putting my heart out there in this big, big world.
skipping through life....

down the yellow brick road and going a pace slower than many just to assure i never speed past the opportunity to make a pit stop in breckenridge colorado to play a game (okay, several) 

of ms pacman..because donating quarter after quarter to "downstairs at erics" only seems fair since i'm not much of a pizza fan.

life is full of attempts, often trying to get serious on me....
but for whatever reason, i just keep refusing to let it.
i have met tough in a face to face battle on multiple occasions, but kept my dancing shoes on during it all. sure, we all know you cant win every battle. but requesting the perfect song and purchasing a box of  fun band-aids to cover the blister on your heel, meeting tough will be a delightful opportunity....echoing these words
"keep dancing, pretty lady..keep dancing through life"

as a young child i took ballet lessons. i was far from graceful when wearing those baby pink ballet slippers. and the itchy tutu was more than obvious a discomfort to me. needless to say, ballet was never something I found compassion in. So instead I chose to gracefully pass that beautiful art on to the others... you know, the ones blessed with poise.

And on to the next.... I continued the life of a carefree little girl....one who never missed a beat and changed costumes a countless number of times a day....
for my own style was rather hyper.
I recall spending an entire day of preparation with a childhood friend on a (pretend) "recital"... an entire day prep work people!! only to end in an argument over the spelling of ballet on the welcome sign. I have to say this, as the first grade spelling bee winner and a lover of glitter, rest assured that the spelling was correct and the sign sparkled jussssst right.
Oh, and of course the markers put to work were none the less than the scented markers with stamps on the ends.
my role in making the welcome sign got all the attention i had in me, because that was my kind of art. I dream of a "wow-worthy" picture when I am the artist. that goes with the picture i am painting of life..

I dream of beautiful..
I dream of big.
I dream of bold..
I dream of a happiness most overlook..

I dream of things that make no sense..

the spelling of ballet is confusing to one ballerina, and to another, a glorious sign is made welcoming a pretend audience to the "big show" and it is made without a single doubt or second thought on the spelling of ballet.

If you open your eyes, you will find that your number one fan is indeed somewhere in the crowd, cheering you on..at every single production..

and chances are....

that number one fan is your mom.

So make her smile.
Always keep a good dose of "make-believe" to share.
remember that Peek-A-Boo is for all ages.
Daydream about magic.
Minding your manners will always be important.
Forever should your shoes and costumes change.
Take risky chances.
Kiss with passion.
Travel the "destination unknown" route.

Have pretend birthdays just for an excuse to throw confetti in the neat freaks home..
Because these things cause no harm, leave a beautiful mess, and paint a picture pretty enough to hang behind glass in any museum.

Life is fragile....
So if the wine glass breaks just know that wearing that red splashed stain hols a memory forever on your party dress, the gass can be swept under the rug and red lipstick to match makes all things fancy, so pucker up!

take in a good deep breath and before the doctor tells you to do so without going through the routine "deep breath for me sweetie" look him in the eyes and say.."I might not have your pretty paycheck but I do know this (with or without med school)..my heart is happy, beating at my own speed, and the deep breaths I take every day take in much more than air"

If something (anything) gives you a good feeling, hold it closer to your heart, pull that feeling in for warmth..and love like there is no tomorrow..just in case your dance is ready to graduate on to the red carpet in heaven.  

All the while there is still the echoing in your head..

"Keep dancing, pretty lady..keep dancing through life"

    

this is your (almost) daily daycare.

we make a mess better than anyone.

on a daily basis.

this is my happy sam.

with his adorable flowerpot he painted.

  

old memory monday

i was an extremely outdoorsy little girl...

so for me to have a childhood flashback over a

 "board game" or anything indoors says alot.

hungry hippos (oh, and candyland).... they must have been something special.

on an average day

in the life of  a young

mallory lynn 

you would find: 

a child of god who was made with long blonde curls

 that were never witnessed without a bow

 running carelessly through her youth with the toughest bare feet ever made because the need to wear shoes (anywhere) seemed so bizarre

a girl who dreamed big, 

 both during the day and  through every moment in the night..

always eager to tell an interested soul the details 

from her day dreams....

as well as her night moves.

a rather tough little rascal when it came to keeping up with the brothers crew playing all things rough

 and dirty yet a professional wimp when a bird was near or blood was in sight

not a bone in her body feared trying any kind of food put on her plate

split right down the middle of prissy and athletic

 a lover of dill pickles and asking a million questions. 

so much that somewhere in her brain she found a huge importance to ask her memo if the

 "flying pates" (the nicknamed neighbors) ate dill pickles

       

a gymnast with the form that only her sister could come close to matching 

when back tucks took place

a dare devil, yet terrified of the dark

  

a little one who loved a shopping trip at lowes more than hello kitty

and noticed a pretty front door way before spying the sight of a candy shop 

    

 familiar with (and loved) music 

that 98 percent of her age group had never heard of

     

one who kept a pretend name tucked up her sleeve for herself and her best friends, just in case they wanted to be incognito for awhile

a child who knew how to love animals the right way.

...............................................................................

oh how some things never change.

and damn dang wouldn't it be nice to be a kid all over again.... 

"in my mind i was a child. and it felt good" wsp

scenes from my weekend.

seaside sunset.

so sexy.

dear sunshine on 30-A,

thank-you dear, for shining on our happy faces today.
 

I am surrounded by beautiful art at the west indies market @ rosemary beach.... I almost forgot just how hot it is outside.  

we prefer traveling first class.

my day was filled with furniture projects, a small

 amount of cleaning, a visit from the parents, and

 lengthy conversations held between ziggy and i

 about the importance of saying please and thank-

you, hand written letters and loving your neighbor.

 to no surprise, we were on the same page about it

 all. 

dinner was enjoyed outdoors.. reba (thats my car people, get with the program) served a purpose as

 the kitchen table..and the menu consisted of a 

cucumber and cheeze-its.

 other than that, there was a whole bunch of "this

 and that" and in between the rest....i found a

 smile that is hard to resist. (thanks ziggy for supplying that little grin of yours on such a regular basis)

pity party.

i had blood work done this morning.
and I hate needles.

Do you see that awfuly sad bandage on my arm? 

well yea....

that is one of the two because of course, my left arm didn't want to cooperate so off to the right they had to go..neither arm really deserved that..so treated them to an afternoon full of flea markets.

Now.... Alllllll better. :)  

summer confession-my plants are my friends

i was so happy to come home after 5 days and find my "friends" still alive....thanks mother nature for the rain.

scenes from the 4th

funfetti cake!

and sprinkles to top it off,of course,

but i feel like i must give the

warning:

eat one bite more than a piece and your tummy will hurt due to the insane amount of sugar. eat near half the cake and you are for sure a goner! 

but sure....

 you can have your cake and eat it too :)

ctb (365)

because the colors I adored during my afternoon hammock time are just beautiful....

"and so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees - just as things grow in fast movies - i had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."

            F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

holidays are h-o-t-t.

today:
Remembering those who continue to fight for our country, no calorie counting while eating good food, morning time mimosas, patriotic tumblers and party hats, casual attire, red nail polish, and a fight for the right to partyyyyyyyy! Happy 4th of july, world! I hope yours is sparkly and festive!  

ummmm, yes....

this is pretty much all about me.

rise and grind, its dance party time!

And then....
A well deserved (I do say so myself) nine days off of the full timer..need I say more?
Of course....
HOORAY! times twenty two. whoo-hoo!
Happy Friday, nuggets!