I don't think I've ever felt that I was a pretty girl. Stop rolling your eyes. I'm NOT looking for any sort of compliment here. What I mean is, I don't think I'm unfortunate looking by any means but I've always been really insecure about my looks. And by always, I mean since I can remember. I was a goofy, freckle faced, red head with the whitest legs in the world as a little girl. And my freckles were splotchy, at best and I had a huge gap between my teeth. I was a sight to behold.
Through the years, I became less splotchy and got the gap fixed. And I'm not insecure about much in life but for some reason I have never felt that I measured up to "pretty" girl standards. I'm critical of myself more than anyone. High school and college were awesome and I had great friends and my share of boyfriends. But I always felt like the least pretty one of all my friends. I was always the funny one. Never the pretty one. Which is fine, of course. But I always wondered what it was like to be the pretty one.
Through my twenties and now into my thirties, I've really grown into myself. Like I said, I'm a pretty confident person about most things and I've come to realize that I'm who I am and that's okay. But for some reason to this day, I am highly critical about my looks. I could leave my house feeling confident and pretty and then I see someone that looks cute and immediately second guess my hair, my outfit and my makeup. I don't want this to sound like this consumes me, because it doesn't. I can own this feeling and reason it out. Because I'm not gonna be a super model or a size 2. Ever. And that's totally fine. Because what I'm lacking in looks, I make up for in my big personality. haha.
So the reason I'm writing this little confessional is because I was reading a magazine this weekend and found this article about Operation Beautiful. I was really inspired by this because this girl started a movement by posting a post it on the mirror in a public bathroom saying "You are beautiful" and posted it on her blog. Fast forward to now, women all over are leaving inspiring notes to strangers in public places about how beautiful we all are. Amazing! Can you imagine finding a note like this posted somewhere on a day that you don't feel your best? Wouldn't that make your day? I would love it if I found a note like this.
Happy Monday beautiful people...xoxo
And I finally picked up the madras tote from LLbean. I think this will be a great bag for the fall. And by fall, I mean starting tomorrow.
Saturday morning was spent at yard sales for the third weekend in a row. My friend, Angie and I got a lot of good deals. This week I found a bench/trunk thing. I'm going to paint this up and use it for blankets. I'm not sure what color yet. 

I painted it black and got some new knobs.
Now it's the home of my nail polish collection (Yes, both drawers)
Today I spent the morning cleaning and the afternoon at the lake getting some sun and relaxing. This week is going to be busy. I mean I do have a new bag to debut. :)

Singing their first song together....All We'd Ever Need.
Gillian and I.
After the show we walked around the fair again (to wait for the traffic) and hit up the barns. Loved this little cow. She was so sweet. I'm a little bit country sometimes. :)
This concert was the last "fun" thing I had planned for the summer. That means it's time to start thinking about fall fun. I think I'll listen to my favorite Lady A song a few more times and savor the last few weeks until September:
Jill and I--excited for the cotton candy


The big momma and her babies.





Either way, through the years I've always had something with owls. Although, I didn't want to be a collector of owls. I have this thing about knick knacks --as in I don't enjoy them. I don't like to say I collect anything because people feel like they should give you that object. Case in point--I like butterflies and for a few years I got EVERYTHING butterfly. Or when I decorated my first kitchen with apples....every gift I got was something apple. Don't get me wrong, it's so thoughtful but I guess I like to control how much of one thing I own. (I promise I do appreciate the gifts)
I finally realized that owls are important to me. Not because they are becoming trendy, but because they remind me of my childhood and my grandmother and I think she's one of the best woman I've ever known. She's strong and wise and I admire her more than I've ever said.
And these sleep shorts. So cute.
So it turns out I'm going to be an owl collector after all. :) 















