kitchen white. memories.

i know it's funny that i am truly in love with kitchens when i am the worst cook. seriously. i have no finesse whatsoever in the kitchen. my husband, bil, is an amazing cook. he can come into our kitchen and whip up a delicious meal. i am always amazed that we actually have the ingredients for such creations. i think my fondness for a well appointed kitchen isn't always just about the design, it's about the touches, the memories of smells and tastes. bounding into your house as a child and having that nights meal smack you in the face. all your senses. comfort, love, warmth and safety all wrapped up in smell - that's what i felt in my mother's kitchen. her touches everywhere - the tea kettle, the cutting boards, the beautiful container of herbs de provence, family photos hanging on the fridge, a pad of paper with notes by the phone, a roll of stamps, a few plants, a stack of napkins and a bottle of wine or two. so no, i'm not the best cook, but i do love all that happens in a kitchen. and i surely love to hang in one. a white kitchen - beautiful natural light and memories - i'm in. i am so in.

image Design Sponge 

"it was the room's lack of feeling that really bugged them, but countertops and a sink from IKEA, as well as a tile overhaul, have given it a whole new look.  "our favorite piece here is the kitchen island. it dates back to the mid 1800s, and we found it at an estate sale," the two say. "

in the history of ever | the bff sessions

it's hard to believe that another school year is coming to an end. how did this happen so fast?!! as we are winding down to the last day tomorrow, i know my girl is sad. sad to be saying goodbye to an amazing teacher, sad to be saying goodbye to the new friends she made this year and sad that the all familiar routine of school is ending. goodbye to the molin school and onto nock middle school.
so this got me thinking. why not celebrate the importance of these moments?! the importance of friendships. i still look back and remember fondly the young girls that befriended me during my elementary years. the young ladies in my junior high years, the blossoming women in high school and the we can conquer the world women in college. this is a chance to celebrate and commemorate with the people that know you best. there is so much power in a photograph. so many memories. so just like you share a popsicle, why not share a photo session with a bestie or two (or 3 or 4)! let's create some sweet imagery. remember..........you'll never pass this way again. xo.

who loved his daughter more.

If you leap awake in the mirror of a bad dream

And for a fraction of a second you can't remember where you are

Just open your window and follow your memory upstream

To the meadow in the mountain where we counted every falling star

I believe a light that shines on you will shine on you forever

And though I can't guarantee there's nothing scary hiding under your bed

I'm gonna stand guard like a postcard of a Golden Retriever

And never leave 'til I leave you with a sweet dream in your head

I'm gonna watch you shine

Gonna watch you grow

Gonna paint a sign

So you'll always know

As long as one and one is two

There could never be a father

Who loved his daughter more than I love you

Trust your intuition

It's just like goin' fishin'

You cast your line and hope you get a bite

But you don't need to waste your time

Worryin' about the market place

Try to help the human race

Struggling to survive its harshest night

(Paul Simon)

- this is the song that Bil will dance to with Annie at her wedding - far in the future! xo.

Happy Father's Day Bil.

Words can't express how grateful I am to you for being the amazing father that you are to our little girl.

She adores you.

You adore her.

That's all that matters.

From the second she was born I knew she would truly be the love of your life.

You remain the calm in our stormy seas, you guide her so gently and so true.

Thank you.

xo

i miss her. xo.

i miss her.

i miss her voice.

i miss her smile.

i miss her smell.

i miss her laughter.

i miss her strength.

i miss her style.

i miss her flair.

i miss her sadness.

i miss her quietness.

i miss her devotion.

i miss her mothering.

i miss her grandmothering.

i miss her daughtering.

i miss her marriage.

i miss her being.

i miss her closeness.

i miss her youthfulness.

i miss her tenderness.

i miss her madness.

i miss her support.

i miss her approval.

i miss her disapproval.

i miss her proudness.

i miss her disappointment.

i miss her carefreeness.

i miss her steadiness.

i miss her thoughtfulness.

i miss her ebb.

i miss her flow.

i miss her being.

i miss her words.
i miss her humor.
i miss her jokes.
i miss her sweetness.
i miss her bitterness.
i miss her beauty.
i miss her elegance.

i miss her cards.
i miss her letters.

i miss her surprises.

i miss her writing.

i miss her hands.

i miss her hugs.

i miss her comfort.

i miss her love.

i miss her.

12 years ago. 27 may 2005. forever + always in my heart. in my soul. in my every fiber. 

every moment mama. xo.

avalon, new jersey - 1970 something - fabulous