Today I woke up feeling inspired. The move has been an adjustment. Hurricane Harvey was devastating. Though the energy in the air has been hazy, the sun is shining and the community outreach has been so heart warming.
My place is a work in progress. I’m all about the ambiance. My living room area still needed some loving but moving has made me realize how prideful I am. Or inconsistent. Or both. It’s scary. Really letting yourself feel something. I guess I still had a lot of things in boxes because I wasn’t quite ready for a new.. ????? I really can’t even put it in to words but I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Nonetheless, I woke up this morning, washed my dishes and something in my soul told me to spice up my…. space…. yeah, my space.
So hello MTV, welcome to my crib.
*I’m quite fervid about thrifting. Every single one of these items was thrifted.*
I’m learning spanish and a new word a day. This was one of my most recents.
Fervid: adjective|Intensely enthusiastic or passionate, especially to an excessive degree.