tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18112707756472104772024-03-13T10:22:30.803-07:00A Cloud In My CoffeeAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-43339719514264420252010-06-14T14:06:00.000-07:002010-06-28T21:04:34.662-07:00Giving the IndieVida a rest, Moving on to a Cloud in my Coffee<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Well, this is it. The beginning of a new era. This crafty, earth loving, Nova watching, star trek following and thrift store wearing girl has gone digital. My name is Ashley, meaning "from the ash tree" which I guess could be fitting, as I am sappy at times, get myself into sticky situations and have been described as an absolute "tree hugger". In any case, the sixth most popular name for girls doesn't do me justice....average, I am not. But wheres the fun in being average anyway? I grew up a farm girl, moved to the city and never looked back... until I was ripped from my beloved city and thrown into a world unlike anything I would have been prepared for. Ohio? Really?! So whats a girl to do but stir up a little bit of trouble? So.. Here I will be documenting my somewhat A.D.H.D ramblings. Make sure to watch out for my crafts, and random posts to come. This blog boasts a new name, and a new, exciting, sometimes uncertain future.</div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">This should be interesting...</div></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-63296860005988745532010-06-07T13:49:00.000-07:002010-06-28T21:05:40.292-07:00Death Shark, Protector of the Night Shark<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I recently renamed my dog.</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2VCjOhwdEqp4qo8IXyG5843x596m9mwyp_A0lY76qBZGX98aeGVVPudAUgsKnyqdpjVjoPMmbD2jMJ8AFfKBPcnb399kAzQ_VpqsM3up1BICm2Qn937xBGiEhy9-807wVlfFi2h4Nwri/s1600/IMG_0542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2VCjOhwdEqp4qo8IXyG5843x596m9mwyp_A0lY76qBZGX98aeGVVPudAUgsKnyqdpjVjoPMmbD2jMJ8AFfKBPcnb399kAzQ_VpqsM3up1BICm2Qn937xBGiEhy9-807wVlfFi2h4Nwri/s320/IMG_0542.jpg" /></a></div><br />
</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">The three pound warrior poodle who was once named Amy, has traded her sissy, middle america name for something a little more fitting for her three pound poodle frame. The new name for my beast of a guard dog being...</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #33cc00;">DEATHSHARK</span></span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Amy was a name that implied pink sweaters and bows that would make a full grown pit bull quiver with fear. A dog who attacks the heels of any full sized human, who threatens impending doom, who can breakdance and play dead like a hoodlum from a 1980s sitcom, is a dog who could have only one name. She could defeat any squirrel that enters our yard [if by defeat you mean chases it away before it attacks her] Not to mention dragons and stray plastic bags.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I think Deathshark is much more fitting. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She responded to the name the moment it was awarded to her...that says it all.</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Once a beast always a beast. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I opened my mouth to tell her how tough she was....</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">She already knew. I have a feeling she's known all along.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'courier new'; font-weight: bold;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today I realized that I do not belong here. This small Ohio city is too small for me. The humidity is nothing more than the sky closing in on me, relinquishing my ability to breathe, wear stylish jeans, and find my sanity. I couldn't be any less like a square peg in a round hole here. Social norms are...well, the norm here... and back on the other side of the states where i resided every year of my young life, defying the ordinary and the shock and awe factor were my friend. I need to be somewhere that dries my tears [ a desert, maybe?] not somewhere that dampens them. </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Where is that place? Honestly, I have no idea. Its not that I don't know WHO I am, I am an artist, a chef, a sister, a student, a collector, an animal lover, a borderline vegetarian, a music lover, a musician, a traveller, and an outcast. I am no different than most people out there. Just trying to make my way, and finding where I fit in, in this big ol' world. So just as Abraham Lincoln once said, "The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time." So until I find that place, ill be scrawling down the random and sometimes rudimentary thoughts taking me to it. </span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So here's a nod to the past and a salute to the future,</span></div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ash</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It took a bit of time, but I know where I'm going now, just as I had assumed. My room is still lined with boxes ready for departure. But this time I will be taking on the dorms. So begins my adventure to the west. Home again, at last.</span></span></div></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-45948387744541165602010-06-07T13:42:00.000-07:002010-06-07T14:44:34.791-07:00Through a Kitchen Window<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This is a post from a couple of years ago. I was happily working in the kitchen of a convent. It was a delightful job, and this sort of takes me back to that. Since then, I've quit working in preparation for the move out west and have begun to consolidate my old blog onto this one. :] enjoy!</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So.. Today I went to work at six thirty... A.M, meaning in the morning for those of you who need further clarification. While most people were waking up out of a coma, I was watching the morning unfold from behind a kitchen window. Contrary to my belief prior to today, morning shift kicks a lot of arse. Serving delicious meals to old [gracefully aged] ladies is substantially cooler in the morning, more so than at any other time of the day. There was not a single thing that could've made my day better. [not including large quantities of money, fame or butter pecan ice cream.] </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Being the first into the kitchen has an odd and calming effect on a person. Maybe it's the oven whirring, or the coffee's 'drip, drip'. I can only describe it as being assigned the privilege of cleaning the slate in the front of the classroom, and clapping out the erasers before life's tasks dirty it once again. You may not look forward to it at first, but you secretly love watching the remnants of past words and symbols fly away into the playground air, making room for a new day. </span><br />
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</span></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There is nothing like brewing a fresh pot of coffee [ or three] while watching the dew drip from the awakening trees, or while watching mother nature slowly open her eyes to the day ahead. unfortunately I think a large portion of this awe and wonder was caused by my sudden 'cease in fire' shall we say, against my addiction to caffeine. Just when i had kicked the coffee.... i started firing again. And when i say "firing" i mean that my brain probably went into a frenzy sending neurons into motion, creating the awe and amazement of everything that came my way. Regardless of whatever caused it, I like it....i REALLY like it,And if it takes large quantities of caffeine and waking up a few hours earlier than the average 20 something... i am willing. Sign me up for that, I dont even need to read the fine print.</span></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> </div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div></div></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-32416223841363300932010-04-29T19:56:00.000-07:002010-06-07T13:58:24.479-07:00The Shins, stealing my heart as usualSo lately, I have been on a MAJOR shins kick. I mean, this is not your average, buy every track on itunes binge. I've always loved the shins' organic sound and their knack for creating the perfect harmonies and quirky vocals. As a writer, I totally worship their lyrical structures and the profundity in each song. Lets just say that my vinyl collection has grown quite a bit in the last couple of weeks. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4yFzf-729ThyO5mLZk9UUJZON58fqvb-WgxLLj3d5UhAHmd-JLmPFSIcl6r6RkcxUGMu-O_szPzwawFoRgdqP2saTmbV717jVMepMW5VqG_w_zuOh5BPDRVHtx38WtiWaER1A9Etmfs/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS4yFzf-729ThyO5mLZk9UUJZON58fqvb-WgxLLj3d5UhAHmd-JLmPFSIcl6r6RkcxUGMu-O_szPzwawFoRgdqP2saTmbV717jVMepMW5VqG_w_zuOh5BPDRVHtx38WtiWaER1A9Etmfs/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div><div style="text-align: left;">I would quite honestly give up the lot of it though for the chance to see one of my favorite bands live. I recall a year or so ago when my beautiful baby sister called me from upstate New York with an excited tone in her voice..</div></div></span><br /><blockquote>"I'm going to see the Shins tonight!" she said...</blockquote>and then I died. . . really. I was beyond jealousy.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">One day I will see them, I suppose.</span><br /><br />For now, here is a video that sets my heart aflutter. gorgeous song, great harmonies fantastic and intriguing video. The orchestral arrangement totally indulges my inner orchestra nerd.<br />enjoy!<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"></span></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: auto;">"Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out, The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives. The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me I value them but I won't cry if the time was wiped out"</div><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"><div style="text-align: auto;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqYMRcnLU0o&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqYMRcnLU0o&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> </div></span></blockquote></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"></span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-17765561106727022722010-04-29T19:24:00.000-07:002010-06-07T13:58:24.481-07:00I'm no Edgar Allen Poe..but<div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;">I recently took a creative writing class, which I loved. Here's a little tidbit from my poetry Unit. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><i>A Season’s Transitory</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Like a scaffold,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">it stands<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">scarred and worn by years of wind<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">of weather swaying its limbs<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; 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text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">a remnant of a season put to rest<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: 28.0pt 56.0pt 84.0pt 112.0pt 140.0pt 168.0pt 196.0pt 224.0pt 3.5in 280.0pt 308.0pt 336.0pt; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"><img id="myphoto" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs229.snc1/7633_142274675678_595680678_2766647_5270187_n.jpg" /></span></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-25091837530831356082010-04-19T11:29:00.000-07:002010-06-07T14:45:24.143-07:00My life, in boxes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkzcDmFBR-nHWeMB2DJQGQH8pphHuSM8qi8BdJn2fbpy2YpD44ElHxhfGufS6TJK6vgKXjDscg8H4eatMOn4G0TaD1RJ9A42EbEWzFdR4K-cMkvF24jFtnbAmvcFQIlKxkulZ3vZ_MdQ/s1600/baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtkzcDmFBR-nHWeMB2DJQGQH8pphHuSM8qi8BdJn2fbpy2YpD44ElHxhfGufS6TJK6vgKXjDscg8H4eatMOn4G0TaD1RJ9A42EbEWzFdR4K-cMkvF24jFtnbAmvcFQIlKxkulZ3vZ_MdQ/s200/baby.jpg" width="153" /></a></div>It feels like I've been waiting for five years to get back to the place that never stopped being home to me. It has been two and a half. Two and a half of the longest, yet quickest years to pass me by. Moving from West coast to East coast felt like having my feet pulled out from under me. My knees were scraped, and my heart was bruised, but it was a time of renewal, of healing and self exploration. I've always thought of myself as a west coast person, growing up in Montana and Nevada, surrounded by mountains and grassy plains. Moving to Ohio was different, and foreign. I still feel that way here, I suppose. Eyes wide open, humidity clinging to my every pore, and a foreigner to my surroundings.<br />
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Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-47547020233501996782010-01-31T18:04:00.000-08:002010-06-07T13:58:24.491-07:00Fashion First<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Regretfully, I have been forced to abandon all skirts, dresses or any non-leg baring attire. The weather has become so cold, that even the thickest winter tights won't keep me the slightest bit warm. Ironically, after wearing jeans my whole life, I have wanted nothing more than to wear skirts and dresses every single day. My style as of late has become so practical, but somehow i'm coping. So my formulaic winter fashion is something like the picture below:</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtnWA4IQn0xHml92JNg21J3SMgpI9EMIGVpM1Af7_M3t6lQ-He4IIVYwMLn6YYz6KTHqY9sElFbzjqquvtFIsDGYXcFELUUApwz3FhDYrHwnsicmxBtGV-FJUHL0m3hGK6FWZ7L0YEAM8/s1600-h/DSCN0742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtnWA4IQn0xHml92JNg21J3SMgpI9EMIGVpM1Af7_M3t6lQ-He4IIVYwMLn6YYz6KTHqY9sElFbzjqquvtFIsDGYXcFELUUApwz3FhDYrHwnsicmxBtGV-FJUHL0m3hGK6FWZ7L0YEAM8/s320/DSCN0742.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Sorry for the Headless pictures lately!</i></span></div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Shirt- unknown</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Tank- Old Navy</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Jeans- Macys</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Shoes- Marc by Marc Jacobs</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Cowl- Forever 21<br /><br />I love layering scarves, sweaters and different colors, but I am desperately waiting for warmer weather to roll around! Today, my friends and I spent our afternoon browsing some new summer styles...rompers and tank dresses... here I come! [after I unthaw of course!] The flats are my newest addition and I am in LOVE! Marc Jacobs has such a knack for creating the perfect shoe, the perfect silhouette....the perfect <i>everything</i> for my size,style, and addiction. I love the simple yet elegant shape of them, and love how they are accented with zippers and stars, yet don't look the least bit cluttered. </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-5185465457828315072010-01-28T09:55:00.000-08:002010-06-07T13:58:24.498-07:00Giving patience the boot...literally<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>I did it. I put down the money to buy the pair of boots that I have been dreaming about for months and months. They are fantastic! They are a dreamy boho wonder. Perfect with dresses...or skirts... or jeans *sigh*</b></span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbBHLU-aIajWfAwJ5L7UzywUt2U7bg9exbs5MjGU9Q-kET1kHUKrXH3odIsfDilnGLGfcwZkydHXMlXeY23mobOJ7wrD1044tVXyCcJTrW-uZyp7ZFiHC7Yyj-trFqZ05IBVXeD68ZPk/s1600-h/DSCN0736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirbBHLU-aIajWfAwJ5L7UzywUt2U7bg9exbs5MjGU9Q-kET1kHUKrXH3odIsfDilnGLGfcwZkydHXMlXeY23mobOJ7wrD1044tVXyCcJTrW-uZyp7ZFiHC7Yyj-trFqZ05IBVXeD68ZPk/s320/DSCN0736.JPG" /></b></span></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><i>Oh, it is love... as far as new boots go</i></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>So I went against my original plan to buy vintage, and bought a new pair of WOMENS frye campus boots. This detail is important. Tons of people just took small mens vintage pairs of boots and sold them for women. No biggie, I guess... but if I was going to pay good money for a pair of boots, I decided that a pair of brand new ones for twenty bucks more was worth the lack of man sweat embedded in them.</b></span><br /></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-32971923620334956082010-01-27T21:11:00.000-08:002010-06-07T13:58:24.501-07:00Mission Guit-possibleSo, I am finally pursuing my wildest rockstar dreams. I've finally picked up the weight of learning guitar, and carefully placed it on my scrawny shoulders. I remember, as a child dreaming of being in a band like Ac/Dc or Def Leppard when most other kids dreamed of being the next Britney Spears. Well, that was until I realized that I was not a fifty year old man. . . Nor did I posses the power to pick up and wield the axe.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilR320AJ4nMDAsXdIgWWfK5_H5P8kt_zl5KR94cWMrubyl-Lh6B4ZTKgPXELLYLzDoWKRh0soHQbus17iXLH31iRFPjdSSL7otJvTk6NWAW1LIcT0ugTywG-7Y1mfxqqU-cDGBfI5RoWI/s1600-h/DSCN0739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilR320AJ4nMDAsXdIgWWfK5_H5P8kt_zl5KR94cWMrubyl-Lh6B4ZTKgPXELLYLzDoWKRh0soHQbus17iXLH31iRFPjdSSL7otJvTk6NWAW1LIcT0ugTywG-7Y1mfxqqU-cDGBfI5RoWI/s320/DSCN0739.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><i>Her name is Carmen</i></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">However, I am learning. I may not be able to play a sold out stadium yet...or ever for that matter, but I am positive that life will go on. Sometimes friends and family are audience enough. It is the most amazing feeling to create something as unique and beautiful as a simple sound. I might just be addicted to this little hobby of mine, and believe me<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't mind!<br /></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-75740722920959447492010-01-27T14:41:00.000-08:002010-06-07T13:58:24.503-07:00Mid-Week ObsessionOkay, world. I am smitten.. with a band. It's been quite a long bit since I have fallen completely head over heels with a new sound, but Phoenix has been stuck on repeat this week. The band hails from france, and has me completely captivated from their catchy lyrics, right down to their guitar driven sound. Check them out here ....<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhhzV5Xv9Tw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhhzV5Xv9Tw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;">I am so in love! </span></span>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-71890211897556887412009-11-30T17:40:00.000-08:002010-06-07T13:58:24.515-07:00Today, I am old.Today is the one day that my facebook wall was littered with comments, and awkward conversations were interrupted by "happy birthdays!'. It has all been lovely, really but one thing is sticking out in my mind.<br /><div> I am OLD.<br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_2nTBAyDYs6syH16acEixSYIXXwYaowEyU7qvdP68jvLKdeRoXq3V550rFMv0N5_U-1rRqAwbUEhwbPRX2GOBlou27SMYByZvsUGpUJi00oWsO2fRLR8h0TrRDCvA6GLHHcb7mhMBs4/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-01-01+at+20.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_2nTBAyDYs6syH16acEixSYIXXwYaowEyU7qvdP68jvLKdeRoXq3V550rFMv0N5_U-1rRqAwbUEhwbPRX2GOBlou27SMYByZvsUGpUJi00oWsO2fRLR8h0TrRDCvA6GLHHcb7mhMBs4/s320/Photo+on+2010-01-01+at+20.16.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_2nTBAyDYs6syH16acEixSYIXXwYaowEyU7qvdP68jvLKdeRoXq3V550rFMv0N5_U-1rRqAwbUEhwbPRX2GOBlou27SMYByZvsUGpUJi00oWsO2fRLR8h0TrRDCvA6GLHHcb7mhMBs4/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-01-01+at+20.16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Why, hello old lady!</i></span><br /></div></div><div>Those older than me would most likely chuckle and roll their eyes at the statement above, but its true! No longer a teenager, and two decades old! This is the time when life begins to roll by, a fall down a tall and icy hill with no brakes. The further we fall down that hill, the faster we fall. I now realize how important it is to live every moment, instead of letting them pass me by. My childhood is now long past, and my days of frolicking in my backyard are over. My days of responsibility and growth, of love and family lie ahead.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_9muiTIAe_dfVNVLhlr63rqRTGadC0Bs6M6zLKijCyNox92EM6eRZd4NVmnV5cg5rqyg5dIsBPcV73w489rrEPIeJGsi8jMEUKdbMC2_rX1MPRCORHIdEW8WxzQhOnW3KI3RCR7TjHs/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-01-01+at+20.33+%233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK_9muiTIAe_dfVNVLhlr63rqRTGadC0Bs6M6zLKijCyNox92EM6eRZd4NVmnV5cg5rqyg5dIsBPcV73w489rrEPIeJGsi8jMEUKdbMC2_rX1MPRCORHIdEW8WxzQhOnW3KI3RCR7TjHs/s320/Photo+on+2010-01-01+at+20.33+%233.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /></div><div>I realize that your twenties are what most people call their "prime" but I never thought I would make it to this point in time. Until life began to pass me by I always believed that I would be a child forever. I would always be innocent, imaginative and lighthearted, and in a way <i>I still am</i>.<br /></div><div><br /></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-74811108076267438482009-11-18T08:56:00.000-08:002010-06-07T13:58:24.518-07:00Wednesday Whim - Boots and BucksThere is just something about the vintage Frye Campus boot that has got me searching high and low on the shelves of every local vintage/thrift shop around lately. I know that my chances of finding a pair are slim to none, but hell what I wouldn't give to slip my size 7 1/2 foot into these comfy/boho wonderboots!!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6x8FfXp4n3sx_lee-zLDAghlW-8EmMkNCvYmXTYGrIuZ02OzQ4wV4iYsfqYYJrE_cRVvkW5Ywwai-0Bai9Z22J3Bw9Hivr8Rf05fGBM_2CaVC1zzP5WrET9sB1slSwz-oOqNUN-N1paY/s1600/frye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6x8FfXp4n3sx_lee-zLDAghlW-8EmMkNCvYmXTYGrIuZ02OzQ4wV4iYsfqYYJrE_cRVvkW5Ywwai-0Bai9Z22J3Bw9Hivr8Rf05fGBM_2CaVC1zzP5WrET9sB1slSwz-oOqNUN-N1paY/s320/frye.jpg" /></a><br /></div><blockquote>I mean SERIOUSLY cute right?! (paired with long socks and a flouncy floral dress perchance?)<br /></blockquote>I've searched the interweb repeatedly with no luck of finding anything in my size or price range. Even the vintage pairs i've found online have been upwards of $80 ....buying new is out of the question.<br />Maybe the shoe gods will work in my favor on this one. any advice?<br /><br />SPEAKING of boots......<br />I spent a good majority of my young adult life criticizing Ugg brand boots, and telling those around me that I would never buy a pair. Well..... If being a hypocrite is wrong, I don't want to be right. I have found my match.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/4114620419_05cb1d7af9_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/4114620419_05cb1d7af9_o.jpg" width="240" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span><br />A few weeks ago I was scouring the discount shoe shelves at a local TJ MAXX when I found this pair of off the wall Uggs at less than half retail price. Once I slipped them on my feet I fell in love, and had to take them home. I am still pretty shocked about the fact that I actually found a pair that I LIKE. These babies have an almost victorian flare and man, are they comfortable! Not only are they extremely warm and comfy, they are delightfully tacky and wierd....kind of like me. fantastic.<br />ciao!<br />AshAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-5350662596790572642009-10-28T10:37:00.000-07:002010-06-07T13:58:24.520-07:00Music on a Warm WednesdayI realize its been a couple of weeks,but I couldn't deny that this Wednesday, above all is the perfect to write to you about a band that I am REALLY loving. It is no surprise that I am a HUGE fan of The Strokes and as each band member has gone off in a seperate direction for ambitious solo projects, one that has really caught my eye [or ears, i should say] is that of Little Joy. Fabrizio Morreti, handsome and brooding drummer of the strokes joined forces with Los Hermanos guitarist and vocalist, Rodrigo Amarante in 2007. Little Joy has a simple yet lyrically complex sound deeming them a perfect soundtrack for a brisk fall day, or any day for that matter. They truly have an organic sound that seems to whisk you off to another state of mind completely. <div>Truly lovely.</div><div><br /></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qc_rs9hR6xg&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qc_rs9hR6xg&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-82698609555293763132009-10-07T10:24:00.000-07:002010-06-07T13:58:24.521-07:00Music on a Windy Wednesday<span style="color: #66cccc; font-family: 'courier new';">The Innocence Mission - Brotherhood of Men</span><br /><br /><object height="364" width="445"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rr25sF18DZY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rr25sF18DZY&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /><br />A few weeks ago I ran across this beautiful duo. Karen has one of the most enchanting and melodic voices that i've heard in a long time. They seem like they could be the soundtrack to any dream,making them perfect for a slow autumn day. The Innocence Mission is a perfect blend of folk rock and bluegrass/acoustic, and their music fails to be merely topical. The simplistic quality of the instrumentals and vocals are strongly overshadowed by the depth in lyrics. They have a sound that seems almost primitive to the sound that most folk rock musicians have begun to create.<br /><br />Today, I decided to leave you with one of my favorite tunes, entitled, <em>The</em> <em>Brotherhood of Men. </em>This song is easily the soundtrack to my day. It's a windy day in Ohio. Today life has a sort of monotonous and melancholy drone, yet it is beautiful. Acorns and crabapples litter the autumn ground, a symbol of a new change in this cycle of life. Somehow, for me this song just highlights such starkly human qualities. We all have our pains and our distractions yet we are all connected, in passing and in living our lives. This reminds me of my childhood so much, living in small town Montana, where everybody knows one another, where even the strangers aren't too foreign. Sometimes I would find myself in conversation with someone who seemed to know much more about me than even I did at the time.<br /><br />Enjoy!<br />Toodles,<br />AshAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17770895087049762720noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811270775647210477.post-6498654570250710562009-07-21T18:16:00.000-07:002010-06-28T21:02:58.538-07:00So heres the beginning of a beautiful friendship<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Throughout the course of my nomadic and awkward childhood i've been called words like "dork" ,"wierd-o" or sometimes "nerd". Times have changed, new presidents have been elected, Joan Rivers had the occasional facelift (or two...or three) and people still dont understand. My bystanders have evolved from children to adults, with names spanning from "buttface" to "square" yet only now...twenty years after my birth have people begun to figure me out. My friends would describe me as an eclectic hippie grandma.... I can't disagree. So what?! I care about kittens and cows and microbes and the new black keys album and nuclear proliferation or other political/human/animal things/hippiegrandmother things.</div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> In short, I have a heart. I care about things.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"></span>I once ran over a squirrel.... and after watching its tiny little body seize and shivver, as the life drained from its bushy little tail I CRIED. *gasp* And stopped eating meat for three months. The sheer thought still haunts me to this day. What can I say? Life is precious, no matter how small.</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I have been said to be a 'hippie' but Hell, Ive never been one to label myself, but other people sure seem to be good at it. So here goes. This hippiegrandmanerddorkindependentrockermusicianromanticfreak is starting a blog.</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">If this were an awkward junior high gathering, we would be playing some sort of game having nothing to do with anything of real importance, but saying names and answering random and pointless questions about one another, so here I am, cutting to the chase. This entry is our awkward junior high 'getting to know you' meeting, and I am the annoying adhd kid in the corner with too much to say.</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">for example:</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I am Ashley.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I love weird fashion.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I have an unhealthy obsession with old books</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">my dog is my best friend. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">sometimes I dream in song. I wake up and frantically scramble to write down lyrics and harmonies but never have I captured even one.</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Ive lived in three different states</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I listen to every kind of music imaginable</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I sleep with books having fallen beside me.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">I love hearing people's stories, so here's your glimpse into mine.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">eclectically yours,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">Ash</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><br />
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