someone please

put this on my wall yeah? oh yes -- and happy to know green envy sold tons of handbags at mostly everything, whoppee
xo, anna

shape nw

kiddos from my summer camp, shape nw. so much perseverance, patience, energy yet such rewarding work.
needless to say can't wait for next summer. xo, anna

green with envy

spent just the greatest time helping out green with envy 's spring handbag collection by linda roetker, who handmade these original purses. linda's daughter is the blonde haired beauty above; her closet is a gold mine from all of her mom's best creations. I just had to show this ^^ cheetah clutch = personal favorite handsdown. and isn't that guy rockin the camouflage satchel? couldn't have pulled it off myself. xo.
-A

staring at the stars

{nasa + mushroom legs + google imgs}

Staring at the stars as though I'm staring into a mirror,

with every breath I find my mind clears.

Were in a never ending search,

but I reassure you the truth is near.

With hope in your left pocket and inspiration in your right,

this journey on earth is anything but a fright.

Lets keep walking this undenying path,

and remember to hold our friends tight.

-K

thank you mother earth

{goodwin proj}

couldn't love you more. happy earth day. xo

rock slide

{src: erin warner}

bucket list: slide off a waterfall

I still remember freefalling inside the actual waterfall. Just me and white water in midair falling down down down, you can't see anything but water around you, down down down and thinking SHIT. HOLD MY BREATH. I did -- shatter crash. down under. break the surface then swam away like a mf. you didn't want to get caught behind the waterfall; it was dark back there and the next person might be falling soon who knows? xo.
-A

poem a day keeps the mind ache away

If Only You Saw Today

 

Why look up, a blinding sphere--

finch in the sky,

remarkably bright blue-- is it sunny there? Sure is here too.

Now hey hey... take back that tear !

Let me just say

It's almost as if winnie the pooh

never talked about--

this golden

honeyed acred wood that turned some devout.

All this sun, not a speck of dew--

Just these woods full of honey all to his mouth

Anywhoo --

wish you were here only a few

would love this as much as you

(bucket list: write/finish a poem)

xo,
anna