Green Spring Goods

The beginning of my silver hair journey! Mainly due to the fact that I am LONG overdue for a hair appointment 😬… I’m coming, Marchelle!!! …. But I’m actually loving my natural highlights these days…. I will take any and all silver hair tips and tricks! Please and thank you! My hair is naturally wavy/curly, but brushed out here before going up in my very fashionable yet obligatory school marm nurse bun… How others can wear their hair down at work I will never understand. I’m not trying to have my hair in anybody’s business 🤮…. Plus, I’m just lazy 💯…. Anyway, I digress…

Me trying to take a “look at me I did it!” pic with my newly wire wrapped earrings & my hater daughter letting her opinion be known... (Per Chloe: No selfies during play time). Noted!

When the grape hyacinths arrive I feel like spring is truly here…. Such a feeling of relief mixed with nostalgia whenever I see them 💜

Spring is coming… There’s nothing quite like the pure joy of seeing the first flowers of the year…. Even Piper stopped to admire our crocuses. 💜

I recently saw this picture in my camera roll and it has become my new favorite picture of myself. Probably because I remember feeling so exhausted working nights and mothering a toddler. I felt like I was in some strangers unkempt and unloved body…. adoringly taking pics of my daughter while rarely looking at myself. Then I randomly turned the camera around, got in that good light, and took this picture. I remember being shocked and thinking, “there she is.” Here’s to finding that good light ❤️

Today is the 6th anniversary of my mom’s passing. She loved abstract art, handmade wooden bowls, blown glass, and interesting ceramics. I find myself like her in a lot of ways. As she aged, she would almost daily wear a red lip with smudged lipstick on her cheeks, a little bit of mascara and always some sort of turtleneck. Her idea of fun was going to small towns with even smaller shops and having a soup and salad combo with a glass of Chardonnay. High praise for her was when something was “out of this world.” She was smart, funny, and loyal as all get out to the few she held near and dear. She would give you honest advice and shut you down quick if she thought you were wrong. She could build me up better than anyone, though. Moms have a way of doing that for their kids. She could use her wit like a whip if she wanted to. I inherited that too…. I always thought she was such a bad ass for growing out her silver hair in her twenties. Her silver haired days are my favorite pics of her. When you knew she was owning it, big time. Miss you mom! You crazy, but I love ya!

Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️

Xoxo,
Caitlin & Adam

This girl did her makeup and is taking no prisoners… first night out with my girlfriends in who knows how long… wish my luck 🍀

Me and pretty painted porcelain got a thing going on… *will stop for florals*💜

Bud & Fran ❤️…. Two of the greatest people I will ever know… My maternal grandparents…. My aunt shared this picture today on their 75th wedding anniversary. I’ve never seen it before…. They’re in heaven with our loved ones while we remember them here. I relish discovering pictures of the people I love. My mother had a bad habit of destroying pictures she didn’t like and avoided the camera so I have very few of her. I love seeing pictures of them when they were young probably more than anything. It reminds me that they had a whole life before I got to them. I think of how much I’ve been through and evolved in my 35 years and wonder the evolutions they must have similarly experienced to become the people I knew. Anyway, I just feel very fortunate to have known them and have an ideal of goodness to aspire to for the rest of my life❤️. Happy 75th anniversary, grandma and grandpa 🙏❤️🙏

One of my favorite parts of winter is the light that comes through on a sunny day. Always unexpected and that much more appreciated because of its rarity. It feels like a treat….

I just listed these dessert bowls that needed a moment in the ☀️. I feel like after the last couple of years of doom and gloom, we all deserve to indulge unabashedly.