spring, is that you, playa?!!

It stays light out past 5pm now, so I'm starting to think mayyyyybe the season I've been waiting for my whole life (winter feels like a lifetime) is on its way in.

All the giant mounds of snow in parking lots are slowly shrinking. I can hear birds singing. The grass is turning a greener shade of brown.

For some reason I just bought two new sweaters?? Maybe my subconscious mind just knew we still have about a month of wintery weather left. This is Utah, after all.

HAVE I REALLY SPENT HALF OF THIS BLOG POST TALKING ABOUT THE WEATHER?

Yes.

I have.

It's on my mind lately. You see, I might be moving somewhere soon where they only really have one season. Er....one and a half. Hot and not as hot. I'm really nervous. Everyone that knows me knows how much the seasons are tied to my happiness (which is stupid, really). I just think of the pioneers who had to leave their beloved beautiful city, Nauvoo, and walk all the way to Salt Lake, some of them dying on the way, only to arrive there and (probably) think, "This? We left Nauvoo for this?!"

God can make a wellspring from anything and anywhere! I know that. But faith, uggghhh why does it gotta be so hard?

It just do.

things I'm learning

*picture-heavy post ahead*

Short hair is just a better look for me, and I'm okay with that. Still getting used to not having the bun as a lazy option.

I love lip balm. I have work lip balm, random drawer lip balm, purse lip balm, pocket lip balm, and car lip balm. Also, I love saying lip balm. It feels kind of like a tropical island on your tongue. 

My wallet doesn't love lip balm.

We have a fiber arts club at work. This week I'm bringing Frida. It's hard to balance embroidery with all the other things I want to do, because it takes a lot of time + patience--things I do not have in large supply. Our talents and interests are supposed to teach us, right?

Salted browned butter rice krispy treats YES. I gave these to a dear friend in the ward, and she said "You know it's true love if someone takes the time to brown butter for you." May we engrave that saying on all of our hearts.

I used to have playlists for different seasons, but now they're all bleeding together. I think it has more to do with emotions and memories than seasons, although they are so often linked together. For example--Bibio used to be strictly for autumn playlists. But now it's reappearing in heavy rotation, right as spring lets out its last beautiful breath (I can feel you, summer, burning my neck...ack).

If you aren't a walk person, you should be. Proof: