tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43949803376074020102024-03-13T01:25:27.996-04:00Katie Fiddlerkatiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02913793115053245911noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-49791279630575875742014-05-05T21:46:00.001-04:002014-05-05T21:46:08.338-04:00We Carry On<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIBiczSPCg8VMcn9_zVxl5l9V8XmK0Np9h5MyBo9akMOHqTPuvLc14KUcQJC1MFIYkt7TAkRmdmlQn2YmQeNn0BucSHfRCJVVVzDb8gexM0pzdkTTfKX4j5uknQTGTE6CCo8Hpu0JtZXm/s640/blogger-image-278311135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMIBiczSPCg8VMcn9_zVxl5l9V8XmK0Np9h5MyBo9akMOHqTPuvLc14KUcQJC1MFIYkt7TAkRmdmlQn2YmQeNn0BucSHfRCJVVVzDb8gexM0pzdkTTfKX4j5uknQTGTE6CCo8Hpu0JtZXm/s640/blogger-image-278311135.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403496286877306332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-85873165814343093112014-04-16T09:03:00.001-04:002014-04-16T09:05:55.655-04:00Stars"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." --Oscar Wilde<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-be7PR4HcldS19pTI8jGgJVG1R-a7RbVi1uNrV2hXFdmgRcP7NFq_hyphenhyphenbz9qQdxthew_NmcvIkqC_Zs7mWSpo-NtdpL8edRVrsAfjoYdFs4uv8ZVLJZqPlnlt1TeP9j3_YS2mHJtJvpefe/s640/blogger-image--1602905433.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-be7PR4HcldS19pTI8jGgJVG1R-a7RbVi1uNrV2hXFdmgRcP7NFq_hyphenhyphenbz9qQdxthew_NmcvIkqC_Zs7mWSpo-NtdpL8edRVrsAfjoYdFs4uv8ZVLJZqPlnlt1TeP9j3_YS2mHJtJvpefe/s640/blogger-image--1602905433.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4CicvmqUVgvlHmhoIkD4mXY6Bq8A5jQ3Iaxb4RNmNa9ubLJ7q8XFYq1pasCp7vF4uJ_s04IdPBXVGUDf5AlXu6uUR7eFdWi9dQ5d892w-7Omr21WUmLSXnV5IPVBWdqsBIQFw6_0ztIg/s640/blogger-image-840619710.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4CicvmqUVgvlHmhoIkD4mXY6Bq8A5jQ3Iaxb4RNmNa9ubLJ7q8XFYq1pasCp7vF4uJ_s04IdPBXVGUDf5AlXu6uUR7eFdWi9dQ5d892w-7Omr21WUmLSXnV5IPVBWdqsBIQFw6_0ztIg/s640/blogger-image-840619710.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrC-UPGaEgV7s7L8VpqGtEFtH3RPemzWbUV0cWwwivp_mhSnVKgPIpZGmrKo09kD0G5lNY7JZEFcr1zgjMAy2ToK2k29EdtzUFARiNqapzqHypl3tHPunC0cgryT90VaUESdpyek6SENK2/s640/blogger-image--1469256472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrC-UPGaEgV7s7L8VpqGtEFtH3RPemzWbUV0cWwwivp_mhSnVKgPIpZGmrKo09kD0G5lNY7JZEFcr1zgjMAy2ToK2k29EdtzUFARiNqapzqHypl3tHPunC0cgryT90VaUESdpyek6SENK2/s640/blogger-image--1469256472.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403496286877306332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-62743483126383153082014-01-23T11:41:00.001-05:002014-01-23T11:42:38.015-05:00Custom Baby Journal<br />
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Hello Blog :]] I've been missing you a lot lately, but life has been SUCH a whirlwind. We sold our house [in four days!], moved across town three days before Christmas, and had a baby in there somewhere. CRAZY.</div>
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But now that we're starting to get settled, I've been working on tons of new art and journal stuff, and I can't wait to start sharing it with you. Trying to figure out how to squeeze it all in around a newborn's "schedule" [haha, as if. I'm blogging from my phone right now.]</div>
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The one thing I HAVE kept up with over the last few months has been Baby's Journal. I knew I didn't want to do a traditional "baby book" to keep up with the first year of her life, so I created a custom journal. I used the cover of an old music book, and bound pages of mixed media paper, scrapbook paper and other bits and pieces. This was my first time binding a whole hard-cover book, too!</div>
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It's part baby book [stats on her birth, her birth story, notes from her baby shower] and part journal from me to her [thoughts about being pregnant, how we picked her name, personal mushy stuff about being her mama] Most pages are very personal and I won't share them here, but some are fun, like this calendar that had everyone's guesses about when she would arrive [notice that I had to go back to the page and add an extra WEEK because holy cow, she took her time ...]</div>
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Hospital bracelets, foot prints and birth stats [her birth story is on the following page]. Design-wise, this page is not my favorite, but I feel like it represents the weird fog of those first few baby weeks. I knew I wanted to get it all down before I forgot, and before those snippets got lost in the move, but I put next to NO thought into how to do it beautifully. Getting it down was more important than getting it down perfectly.</div>
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I have about a thousand photos to print and add to pages [I left a giant space on this page, which is made from the cute wrapping paper my mom used to wrap Baby's first Christmas ornament]</div>
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Some of my favorite pages are behind this divider. You will definitely be seeing more of those pages soon; in fact, once this baby book is full, I'll probably continue a new journal just for those Rules.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403496286877306332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-15309207676736060562013-06-11T10:07:00.000-04:002013-06-11T10:27:28.702-04:00How I'm "Uncomplicating" My Journal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm making some changes to the way I keep a journal, and it's been really fun. Over the last three years, I've kept sixteen-ish art journals, most of them finished, some not so finished. In the beginning, I was mostly drawing and gluing, staying away from paints. Once I bought my first watercolor journal, though, I was hooked. My love of painted pages grew until my journals were essentially bound books of small paintings. I <b>love</b> looking back at these books, but I also know that those pages were ones created when I had time to sit at my desk and create with full access to all my supplies. Most were created late at night, when a lot of feelings needed to be expressed into paint, but very, very few pages were created on the go.<br />
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I've really wanted to move back into keeping all of my life in one big book, rather than carrying an art journal, a notebook and a calendar. Moving towards that goal, though, meant un-complicating the way I was creating pages. You can see the start of that shift in <a href="http://katiefiddler.blogspot.com/2012/12/my-2013-journal-intentions.html" target="_blank">this post</a> on my 2013 Journal Intentions.<br />
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In January, I created a small, pieced-together art journal from scraps that I had around my studio. I quickly found, however, that I had created a very inconvenient size, and that the blank pages were a bit too intimidating for me. I moved on [I'll probably come back to that journal later this year] and started a new watercolor notebook, this time taking care to create lots of pages that could be modified on the go; meaning, not adding tons of layers of paint that I can't write over, creating spaces for notes and lists, keeping everything very slim and intentional.<br />
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I had a moment with this animal print at the craft store. Plus a whole lined page for lots of note-taking.</div>
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A space to write some meaningful words [watercolor background, acrylic and white ink pen for the writing.]</div>
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Magazine pages create perfect "hidey-holes" [my new favorite <a href="http://www.wildthymecreative.com/" target="_blank">Betsy Garmon</a> technique/verbiage]. Flip the page over to cover the more intimate details of your journal.</div>
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Created a painted border, with a giant open space for more note-taking.</div>
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And one good ol' painted page, for good measure [though to be technical, this is watercolor and spray-ink, a far cry from the thick pages of gesso and acrylic I'm used to!]</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403496286877306332noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-27136335904373676982013-04-05T16:48:00.000-04:002013-06-10T19:04:36.706-04:00Watercolor DesktopI'm so happy that Bri at DesignLoveFest featured <a href="http://www.designlovefest.com/2013/04/dress-your-tech-24/" target="_blank">one of my designs</a> on her blog yesterday. Head over there to download a fresh spring desktop!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403496286877306332noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-84271600257843644522013-04-04T12:53:00.002-04:002013-04-04T12:53:29.532-04:00Blogging Like It's 2008Well ... it happened. The dreaded, seemingly inevitable hard drive crash. I'm still working on the same computer I've had since 2008, and had to revert back to the same operating system the computer came with. Basically, my phone has more power and options than my computer does at the moment. I can't even get Twitter to work properly, or my email. It's all very exciting, and first-world-problem-y, and I'll hopefully be updated soon.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403496286877306332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-61911148358509128492013-03-01T15:33:00.001-05:002013-06-10T19:05:15.941-04:00Trust Without Borders // Venturing Out Into the Great UnknownThe shift from one season to another is always such an interesting place to find yourself, especially when the seasons are changing from, say, winter into spring. You spend so much time in the winter looking forward to the spring; dreaming of what it will feel like to thaw out a little, to see endless days of sunshine. Then, suddenly, as the spring surprises you with her arrival, you find yourself a little undone; where did you come from? I'm never quite ready for the shift.<br />
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That's where I [and my little family] find myself right now. I've been begging for spring, and suddenly, it's here, and I'm still trying to shed my winter layers. For months I've been waiting for every single shift that's occurring right now, and yet in the midst of it all I find myself a little undone. The past months have been a time for rest and recovery, and the coming [and current] months are about jumping in; about activating a few dreams that have been sitting dormant the last little while. It's spring [FINALLY holy crap] but I keep finding myself balking a little at the idea of shedding heavy winter coats.<br />
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Activating dreams is risky business; part of me much prefers introverted reflection. I'd really rather not take that leap of faith, or jump off the edge. I've been accused in my life of being all "Ready, Aim" and never quite "Fire." I'm having to change all that, though, and really break down the parts of me that keep me constantly stuck at "Aim". I've made tiny revolutions in this arena over the last few years, but it's come time to do the bigger work. Making leaps with haircuts, job changes, paint colors, relationships, moves, have all been the baby steps leading up to the <b>big leap</b> ... moving off of <i>ready, aim</i> and onto <i>fire</i> with my life-dreams.<br />
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<i>Lead me where my trust is without borders. </i>My heart is in my throat just typing that because I know what it means I need to do next. And sometimes it's hard to start releasing dreams into the open air when you're used to incubating them.<br />
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This song, though ... oh, this song. This song is the newest prayer of my heart as those parts of me get broken down and put aside. Isn't it bizarre to hear or read something that someone else across the globe has written and think, "THOSE are the words I've been looking for!"<br />
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Oh, my poor neglected blog. I keep showing up here to write something and nothing seems right. Since I was here last [a month ago?] it feels like everything in me and around me has shifted one hundred and eighty degrees. And in a good way! I feel like I'm slowly coming back to life, and as all the lights are getting turned on again, I'm seeing things I haven't seen in me before.<br />
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One week into my 365 Project [see below] I had the stunning realization that <b>I am not a hand-letterer</b>. Calligrapher, yes. I'd even take <i>modern calligrapher</i>, as that's probably more accurate. But hand-lettering is something I'll leave up to folks like <a href="http://seanwes.com/" target="_blank">Sean McCabe</a> and <a href="http://mollyjacquesillustration.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Molly Jacques</a>. I'm okay with having an unfinished 365, because that revelation was pretty priceless, and it keeps me from banging my head against a wall trying to be something I'm not.<br />
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One week into February, I had a pretty earth-shattering realization that shifted how I felt about my [shh, I hate using this phrase ...] "life purpose". It's big, guys. And I'll tell you about it soon, I'm still trying to put the right words around it. But it's been rocking my world.<br />
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Three years into a full creative burnout and I'm finally coming back to life a little. I think I have kept up the appearance of living a creative life, but I haven't been practicing a fully creative life in actuality. An unexpected hiatus has turned things around in my world, though. I quit my creative job without any prospects for a new job; I've been on interview after interview, and have had more jobs fall through my fingers than I can count. It's been harder than I realized it would be; I had no idea how much of my identity as a person and a creative came from working and actively contributing to other people's dreams and visions. Coming to the realization that I don't view my own creative vision as holding any value or worth <i>at all</i> was a cold, hard wakeup call. Now, months after walking away from the job that was burning me out in every way, I'm finally coming back to life a little; having actual dreams, resting my body and my brain, starting to have some real, big, thoughts and revelations. It's been a long time coming.<br />
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A tiny little post, but lots of huge changes happening around us. It feels right to document the shift as it's happening.<br />
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I'm so excited to share with you some photos of my 365 Project: Pretty Little Words. One of my goals this year is to grow in my calligraphy and hand-lettering skills. I'm committed to practicing every day in my sketchbook or with my tablet. I won't be posting every day, just because the thought of that kind of exhausts me, but I'll try to share a peek every week! I can already feel this project pushing me, both in creativity and in technique.</div>
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It's been a while since I've posted anything about my journals. To be honest, it's been a weird year for journaling. I had a loooong Skype date with <a href="http://www.wildthymecreative.com/" target="_blank">Betsy</a> a few days ago, and she provided not only the kick in the pants I needed to start something new, but also the inspiration, and the wisdom behind the 'why'. December 31st seems to be a pretty cliche time to be posting about my intentions for the New Year, but I believe my family and I are about to round the corner into a new season that will coincide with the turning of the calendar, so I guess you're just stuck with a New Years-ish post about journaling!</div>
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This is a format I picked up from Betsy, during a season of my life where I had graduated with a degree in music, but was about to walk away from all things creative, go get "just a desk job" somewhere and abandon my true gifts and calling out of utter frustration and burned-out-ness. In that season I met Betsy and was immediately drawn into the world of art journaling. It became my sole creative outlet; I spent a good year of my life with nothing to do with music. My journal became a part of me in that season.</div>
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I love the painted page, and actually think some of what I have created in my little sketchbooks is quite compelling; I've even turned a few pages into artwork for my new home. But the painted page has kept me from getting to the actual work of documenting my life and my heart. In order to get a page done, I need a desk, and paint, and time for paint to dry, and a whole host of other things. I end up waiting to have time to spread out, while collecting ephemera and odds and ends. It's a beautiful book that offers nothing in the area of portability, or real-time documenting. <i><b>[And here's a truth; when you spend more time organizing your piles than doing anything with the stuff IN the piles, something is broken in your process and workflow.]</b></i></div>
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So, thanks to Betsy's encouragement and gentle ass-kicking, I spent the morning creating a quick little journal. Made out of things I already had around [paper bags, scrap paper, binder rings], I'm hoping it will be the container I need in this season; portable, easy to staple/tape/glue odds and ends into, not too fussy, but still kind of lovely and graphic. [Ironically, the day before I spent a few hours organizing all my ephemera by color ... and then putting it back in a drawer.]</div>
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The three-ring style makes it easy for me to add pages if I need it, but I intend on creating quick new journals when I need them, and then binding the whole lot of them at the end of the year. I'm already excited to jump into it, but can I make a confession? My perfectionist heart is already intimidated by it. What if every page isn't shareable or beautiful or lovely? I think the fact that this is my first reaction to it means it will be a good new thing for me. You can ask my <a href="http://playhardandlive.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">husband</a> ... my perfectionism needs a good shaking up this year.</div>
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Falling a little behind here, but you'll forgive me, won't you? I'm enjoying jumping in with both feet to my first married Christmas [and my first Christmas with kiddos. It's better than I could have imagined!]</div>
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I opened my Bible yesterday to read the verse for the day's lettering project {Luke 1:68-79}. When I read the last few verses, I immediately choked up. It's hard to read about 'God's Mercy' in the light of a tragic event like the school shooting Friday, but there it is, in black and white; He grants light to those sitting in the shadow of death. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. The paradox of God's grace and light in times of darkness is sometimes infuriating, but always true; the grace he grants in our darkest darkness is always the sweetest.</div>
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Advent, Day Five. I kind of adore the simplicity of this one. Today's reading was Malachi 3:1-4. This is my extreme paraphrase. Because isn't that what Advent is? Preparing the way?<br /><br />[For a <i>killer</i> read on the season of Advent, I've loved <a href="http://deeperstory.com/deck-your-heart/" target="_blank">Erika Morrison's article</a> on Deeper Story this week]</div>
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Oops ... I missed a day! But I'm okay with that - I spent yesterday doing some serious catching up errands, and then [then!] got to spend the evening with my boys getting our very first Christmas tree! Now that, unfortunately, I don't have photos of [yet] but I have seriously been enjoying our home at Christmas. And that I have a few little photos of.</div>
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Advent, part four. Today's is much cheerier than yesterday's was! Do you ever have an impossible day? I think every day since we've been home from our honeymoon has been an impossible day for Brandon and I. Today was another impossible day, actually, but sometimes you just gotta buck up and believe that, I don't know, the fact that the sun is shining in the sky means that everything is gonna be okay.</div>
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But you know what? Yes, everything sucks right now. Yes, I just said sucks, it's my blog, I make the rules here. And yes, things seem to only be getting harder, and the tide seems like it will never, <b>ever </b>turn. And yes, it's Christmas and that only seems to magnify every tiny [or massive] problem. But. But! We both woke up alive this morning. I drank coffee in bed - one of my favorite luxuries on slow mornings. I just talked to my husband on the phone [he's at the office 'till at least ten tonight. so gross, right?] and got to tell him that I love him, and hear him say the same thing. Thanks to the sheer amount of completely awful things that have made their way onto our plate this season, I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I married the absolute right man, and that marriage is the best thing to ever happen to me. So those are all things that bring joy, right? Right. I'm hanging onto those things today.</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>And may He pour on the love so it fills your lives and splashes over on everyone around you, just as it does from us to you. May you be infused with strength and purity, filled with confidence in the presence of God.</i></span></div>
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A short late-night post. Today has been a long, very difficult day. Confession time? This verse is actually tomorrow's reading, but I cheated and switched the two days. I read ahead and just knew that this one was meant to be shared today. <i>A light is coming.</i> That truth might not ring in your ears tonight; I know that tonight, it doesn't in mine. But that it doesn't <i>feel </i>true doesn't make it stop being truth.</div>
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Today's reading was Psalm 25. I picked this center section out because it reminded me a little of Brandon's wedding vows to me. And shouldn't the love you find in marriage mirror the love you find in the Bible, and the other way around? I'm learning how to wait expectantly on God because my husband waits expectantly on me. Waits with patience, waits with wholehearted love and affection. Waits with expectation without weighing me down with expectations. </div>
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<i>{Side note: Brandon gave me a copy of his wedding vows on our wedding night, and I gave him mine. I went to read over them when I was waiting for the ink to dry on this piece, and totally cried, then cried again reading the letter he wrote me on our wedding day. One of these days I'll tell you guys our love story, because it's a special one. In the meantime, I need to go kiss my husband this minute!}</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16403496286877306332noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-45517555050742656462012-12-07T14:53:00.000-05:002013-06-10T19:19:34.264-04:00Advent, Part One<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The other night, I was talking to Mr. Fiddler about Advent; he told me he had never heard of it! Growing up, my family always did either an Advent Wreath or an Advent Calendar, so I thought it was a normal Christmas tradition. Doing a little research about it, I'm finding out that it's a very Catholic tradition, which struck me as funny because my family is not Catholic at all. Now that I have my own family, I don't even know where to buy an Advent Wreath, and Advent Calendars don't exactly fit in a home where kids aren't here every day [which hello, have you been on Pinterest? Advent Calendars are taking over. Next to Elf on the Shelf, which I kinda find just a little creepy.]</div>
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In a season that can so easily be derailed by business and expectations, Advent is such a beautiful way to reset your soul. Mr. Fiddler and I laid in bed the other night talking about Christmas; who was going where what day, what gifts we were buying, what dinners we were going to. It quickly escalated to tears [for me]. What <i>eucharisteo</i> is to my heart in the Thanksgiving season, <i>Advent</i> is to my heart at Christmas. A shift in focus; from the kind of expectations that bring me to tears, to the kind of expectation that fills the soul with hope. <i>A light is coming</i>. </div>
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It's officially the last week before the wedding. I can't believe it's almost here! We spent this last weekend with the boys taking their annual trip up to the Pumpkin Farm. We couldn't have asked for better weather; sunny, clear, and crisp. It was the perfect 'last weekend' before our family changes in a major way. </div>
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<br />katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02913793115053245911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-11224467544262238212012-10-15T09:58:00.002-04:002012-10-15T10:01:29.527-04:00BloglovinI just started using Bloglovin to follow my favorite blogs. I had previously been using Google Reader, but would like to connect more with bloggers I love, and Reader just kept me from doing that. Now you can follow my blog on Bloglovin!<br />
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<br />katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02913793115053245911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394980337607402010.post-36805447151618468052012-09-06T13:06:00.000-04:002012-09-06T13:07:41.913-04:00Everything's AmazingThis week [or month? or series of months?] has been really, really hard. And I can't really explain it, but this is a season where I feel like we should have Midas' Golden Touch, everything happily falling into place, but instead it seems like everything we touch is breaking. Getting into the house we already own has been tricky. Finalizing wedding details has been tricky. Boys are having meltdowns, we're both sick, work has been a nightmare for both of us. We've fought this month like we've never fought before.<br />
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And yet ... everything is amazing. Nothing is going the way we want it to, but it's somehow forging us; creating <b>Us. </b>We've fought and realized that we can't do this life without the other being our biggest advocate. Our house will mean a whole heck of a lot to us once we get in it, since we've had to fight for it. Our wedding ... who cares! We're getting MARRIED. It won't be exactly what I've dreamed up but it will be beautiful, and people we love will be there, and at the end of the day we'll be married.</div>
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I've been dating this guy for eleven months, had a crush on him for over a year, and am marrying him in about ten weeks, but today marks one of the first times I've filled a page with doodles of my first name and his last name. I'm trying to put together a design for a custom address stamp and a monogram stamp for wedding invitations. So much to do, but this season is so so SO fun. Can't wait to be married to my love!katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02913793115053245911noreply@blogger.com0