Hey guys! I apologize that I’ve been pretty absent lately. August is crazy for me with my day time job, and on top of that, we moved! There has been little free time, and when there has been, I’ve used it to eat or sleep. So, below are my August spreads for my calendar. Loved some, hated others. It is what it is. Comment your favorite below!
I had such good feedback regarding my calendar spreads. Not only did I inspire people, but it made me feel incredible that people found them to be cute. So, in an attempt to keep the good vibes, I’m going to keep posting them every month!
So as you can see, I’m trying to work on color coating the design portion with the functional part. That way everything matches. I got a HUGE book of flower sticker so I thought this would be a fun way to use them for the monthly spread.
I can’t lie, this is one of the best spreads I have ever done. But, don’t get discouraged if a spread doesn’t turn out so great because the more you practice with different layouts and different supplies, the better they’ll get!
As I said before, every spread cannot be perfect. But, the great thing is that there are tons and tons of products out there. If I had really wanted to I could have gone out to buy some stuff to spruce up this page. However, I didn’t have the time or motivation for this spread.
When I first started this spread, all I did were the middle vertical flowers. Honestly, I should have left it that way because it was adorable. So, just try to remember that less is more sometimes!
Rose Gold is so popular right now, so I tried out this spread! Turned out pretty good!
Here is a list of the products used for this months’ spreads:
Erin Condren Life Planner (Vertical Spread)
The Happy Planner Sticker Book (Fun Florals)
Erin Condren Designer Sticker Book (Classic Collection/Edition 4)
The Happy Planner Sticker Book (Simply Lovely)
Agutape AGU Foil Gold Skinny Washi Tape (purchased on Amazon)
The Happy Planner Sticker Book (Watercolor)
Hope you enjoyed! Comment or share your ideas below!
Alright, so recently I started doing a little more “designing” in my calendar to keep it fun and fresh and functional. I was tired of having notebooks with lists, a calendar with appointments, and sticky notes everywhere. So I purchased an Erin Condren calendar and over time I have collected a butt load of stickers. It makes my planner not only cute and functional, but it always keeps things interesting. It is also a HUGE stress reliever to design a planner page! I usually dedicate at lease one hour of time for myself on Sundays to design my calendar/planner pages. I try to do it when the weekend is winding down and I’m getting ready to start another work week. I figured, since I love it so much and I always look for other designs, why not share my own in hopes that it inspires some designs of your own! I will list several of the products I use below the pictures of my June calendar/planner pages below if you would like to purchase any of the same products!
So here are some of the items that I used in these spreads of you are interested:
Erin Condren Life Planner (vertical layout)
The Happy Planner Stcikers (Various packs, all available at Hobby Lobby, Michaels, or Target)
agenda 52 sticker pack (also available at Hobby Lobby, Michaels, or Target)
Dalus gold foil washi tape (purchased on amazon)
agutape skinny gold foil washi tape (purchased on amazon)
As always, feel free to reach out with your comments and questions!
It’s FINALLY here ladies! Have you ever tried eyelash extensions? Have you ever wanted to try them? Let me tell you. I have all the tea. They are the best thing I have ever done to help enhance my appearance. I’m obsessed, but the downside is they are really expensive to keep up. So how can you get amazing lashes without spending all of your moolah? Watch my video below!
Here is a list of the products I used:
ARDELL PROFESSIONAL LashTite For Individual Lashes- Dark Adhesive
CHERISHLOOK professional eyelashes- Double Knot Free Flare- Short Black
CHERISHLOOK professional eyelashes- Double Knot Free Flare- Long Black
ARDELL DURALASH regular individuals- Short Black
ARDELL DURALASH regular individuals- Medium Black
ARDELL DURALASH regular individuals- Long Black
If you have any questions about what I used or my process, please reach out!
When you think back on your childhood, everyone always can think of their first “memory”. Maybe it was the first time you played soccer, or the first goal in hockey. Maybe it was your first recital, or the first fight you got in with your sibling. Maybe you were 5 years old, maybe you were 12. Everyone’s first recollection is different, but it is burned into your memory. You can remember what the weather was like, you remember the smell, you remember, every detail about the room you were in, about who you made eye contact with. This moment will always be a part of you because you have stored this moment in your long term cortex. For me, this memory isn’t what an average person would expect.
I was 11 years old. It was 2001. My parents had just allowed me to make my very own AOL account. This really makes me feel old just thinking about how far technology has come. What I really wanted an AOL email for was for the instant messaging feature called, “AIM.” My best friend at the time was Honey Girl (this was her nickname and so for her own privacy I will refer to her as such). Her house was just behind mine, but we thought it was so cool that we could message each other form our houses. It was like the advanced version of the cans on the strings. What was that called? Tin can telephone. Except the cans were our computers and the string was the internet. Well, with the internet comes a vast black hole of information and once you start you really can’t stop. Honey was much more technology savvy than me for an 11 year old. She knew how to manipulate a search engine and how to look up juts about anything. This may have to do with the fact that my parents were a lot stricter regarding technology than Honey’s parents. And looking back I wonder if this was intentional. Were they trying to postpone the inevitable information I may stumble upon? Were they trying to protect me? Who knows.
One night Honey Girl and I were instant messaging. About tons of nonsense as usual. Until one particular moment that will be seared into my brain forever. Honey knew that I had Cystic Fibrosis. Did she know what it meant? Probably not, I mean, I don;t think I even knew what it meant. It was just an adjective that I had heard over and over to describe myself. It wasn’t ever a noun, it wasn’t ever a physical object. It was just a word. I had heard it time and time again. But at this particular moment, Honey sent me a website. so nonchalantly she said it was about cystic fibrosis and I needed to go check it out. I clicked on the link. I started reading. The words that I remember most clearly were things like “statistics” “lifespan” “average age” “death”. Mind you, this was 2001. Things have come a LONG way from where they were. But as an 11 year old can you imagine feeling like something as serious as this was kept from you? At least that’s how it felt. How could I prepare for the thought of dying? How could I be worried about my life span? Why is there an “average age” of someone like me? What does this all mean?
I think this is the first moment I ever felt like my life was not my own. That things were spinning out of control. Control that I was so certain of carrying myself. It was no longer mine. This adjective to describe me was no longer an adjective. It was a noun. It was a person. It was a shadow that came in a stole my control in the most ordinary of moments. Everything had changed, right then. At first I was angry at my parents. I asked to talk to them and I screamed, I cried, and I asked why. Why me? Why didn’t they tell me? What does this all mean? Am I going to die at 18? 35? 50? All i can remember is that they didn’t know what to tell me. They thought they had explained it all, but they were wrong. Until the words were read by me with no fluff, no extra nonsense to make it seem less terrifying. I truly didn’t understand the seriousness.
When children are little and cannot say big words, like cystic fibrosis, they use words that sound a lot like what they actually are. The story of “65 roses” can be traced all the way back to 1965 as a term to help young children learn how to pronounce the name of their disease. Kind of ironic though. Something like “65 roses” without knowing what I know, would make one thing of something overwhelmingly fragrant, beautiful, sweet, colorful. Can you imagine a room, empty of nothing other than 65 roses? What would that look like to you? To me, it would look quite the opposite of those words: Putrid, unsightly, sour, colorless. This disease, is not everything that “65 roses” alludes.
So what is cystic fibrosis. Well its a combination of a lot of things that affect everyone that has it completely differently. To put it simply, it is a genetic disease that affects your lungs, mostly. People with cystic fibrosis are not able to break down mucus in their lungs like a person that is unaffected by the disease. Due to this, it is easier for us to contract certain bacterias and more difficult to get rid of them once we have them. This in turns directly impacts our lung function. Gradually creating scarring within our lungs and in turn reducing lung function even more. A viscous cycle.
After this pivotal moment in my life. Things definitely changed. Doctor’s appointments had a different meaning. Certain words would trigger me into a complete “come-apart.” Relationships changed. Comments people made about my cough! Oh that would crawl under my skin. Before I didn’t even think anything of it. “Are you ok?” they would say. Fuck no I’m not ok! But is it worth saying that to someone? Nope. Definitely not. Because then I would have to basically explain my whole life. It took me a long time to learn that its easier to say “yeah, I’m fine.” Because not everyone deserves to know that intimate most vulnerable side of me. Even some people that I thought did deserve to know, such as best friends, or boyfriends, proved me wrong. Conspired with my shadow against me. Turned this disease into a reason to leave, or as a weapon against me. Can you imagine what it would feel like to learn that someone who are in love with cannot love you back because of something you cannot control. “It too much for them to handle.” It’s too hard.” “It’s too sad.” “Who would want to be with someone with a certain death sentence.” It a huge emotional blow.
Now as a 28 year old, I will say that it hasn’t been all bad. I’ve learned so much about myself through having cystic fibrosis. The most important thing I think is that buttering something up is not the same as telling the truth. Being straight forward has such a drastically different impact. I wonder what kind of impact it would have had on me if my parents had told me straight up at 11 years old what this phrase would do to my life. I wonder how it would have impacted that moment in the instant message with Honey Girl if I was able to explain what she had found instead of feeling like the floor below me had disappeared. Instead of free falling into a bottomless pit in my stomach. I knew in that moment I would never say anything less that exactly what I wanted to or needed to say. Has that created animosity? Absolutely. Do I regret being straight forward? Not a bit. Do I think Cystic Fibrosis has changed me for the better. Yes. I try more and more each day to live in the moment. To appreciate every success AND every disappointment. Ti learn something from every experience. Will my “lifespan” truly be shorter than the average human being? Maybe. Maybe not. But will I feel as if each moment has been executed with purpose? Every experience has been carried out to its fullest? No doubt. So maybe what you can take away from “65 Roses” is not beauty, or colorfulness, but The ability for those roses to grow, to soak in the sunshine, to fill its core with water to feed their growth, to bloom, to flourish, and to wither, As all life does. But those who were able to witness the roses through all of their transformation are better off after knowing them, witnessing them, sharing what they’ve observed, and how it has made an impact on them. You are only fulfilled in life if you leave the world a better place than when you found it. After all, isn’t that the purpose of roses in the first place?
“She made broken look beautiful and strong look invincible. She walked with the universe on her shoulder and made it look like a pair of wings.”