And on Labor Day, she rested from her labors.

And she called it good.

Sigh No More

This song is making me so happy.

By Mumford and Sons.

Imagine snuggling up in this.

I have a friend whose Mom makes quilts. Big, luscious, fluffy, handmade, beautiful quilts. And I love quilts. So. Much. I don't love quilting, but I should start loving it, because I want closets full of quilts.

So, given my love, it's no surprise that I've been begging for a quilt for years. Since before I graduated high school, I'm sure. I always got the answer, "My mom says she'll make you one when you get married." And yet? I persisted. What about for my 20th birthday? What about for college graduation? What about for my 25th birthday? What about for your wedding anniversary? What about a quilt celebrating my first house? None of these were successful.

And then, one day, not too long ago, my friend called out of the blue and said, "Ok. My mom said she'll make you a quilt now." And I died. Right then and there. I sent a few color palettes as inspiration and today, I learned that they're shopping for the fabric. AS I TYPE THIS! It won't be too long before I'm snuggled up in a quilt inspired by this:

(via Inspired Bride, but useful for quilts, too?? In fact, I love her color palettes for pretty much any reason. They're so... well... inspiring.)

Unless you walk...

out into the unknown, the odds of making a profound difference in your life are pretty low.

-Tom Peters

Putting myself in foster care.

For the last few weeks, I've been putting myself up for adoption, or at least out for foster care, during FHE. I've never really done FHE before, and I have to say, it's pretty great.

Week 1: Watched a movie about President Monson with an older couple in the ward. We were singing a closing song when -- right in between verses -- the husband says, "You can come back anytime. You don't look half as old as they said you'd look!"

Week 2: Roasted hot dogs and pineapple over the fire, went on a hike up the canyon, played "Mafia," sang every song that came to mind (including some dramatic acting and interpretations), and made S'Mores with Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. TASTY!

Week 3: Talent show. Seen here (and heard here, too, if you listen carefully):

All the sorrow and trouble...

of this world is caused by unhappy people. The search for contentment is, therefore, not merely a self-benefiting act, but also a generous gift to the world.

~Elizabeth Gilbert

Maybe I'm just buying some self-justification with this quote, but I think it's a nice idea. And kind of true??

Above all...

watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you, because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it."

~Roald Dahl

I'm loving this song for real.

This is a song that is not embarrassing for me to have in my library.

Listen to it.

Immediately.

On repeat.

Also this song makes me happy.

(I guess the media player doesn't show up in Google Reader, so hop on over to the blog. You'll be happy you did.)

Euthanasia is my drug.

At least, it will need to be if I hear this song again.

I detest it. There is absolutely nothing about it I like. I didn't even want to put the video on my blog, especially because STOP RUINING AFRICA WITH YOUR STUPID MUSIC.

Note: I have no idea what's in any of these videos, so don't hold me accountable. I know the Lady Gaga video is weird, because, well, it's Gaga -- so I did find another version for that.

Which I find confusing. Since I LOVE this song:

And this song:

I even pretty much like this song:

And, heck, I even sort of love this one:

Guilty pleasures? Maybe. But let's go on a road trip and blast them out the window, k?

Some days...

when you walk out of your house, you convince yourself that you look better than you do, because you can't do anything to look better.

Such is the case today.

"Self, I know your skin is pale and your eyes are puffy and glazed -- yet simultaneously sunken hollows. I know your lips have a lost all color and you have somewhat of a gray pallor. BUT no one will be able to tell you're sick. Maybe they'll just notice your leopard print shoes, or your colorful earrings. Plus, makeup can totally help."

And then you walk into a room to join a conference call and the only other person in the room announces to the call, "Elizabeth looks like she's going to die."