Wednesday, 29 April 2015

I Think I Should Buy You Some Cowboy Boots

I am a sucker for a good love story. What can I say? I love love. I am the weepy, happy ending, feel good for days after type. And so, when my mom asked me to go see the newest Nicholas Sparks’ movie, The Longest Ride, I couldn’t say no! (Really, with it being out for a few weeks, I’m shocked I hadn’t seen it already!)

Saturday, 25 April 2015

You are More than the Number in Your Waistband



“Ugh,” she grunts, struggling to clip the pants back onto the hanger. The tiny dressing room with head to toe mirrors both in front and behind her seems to be closing in. She can hear the sales woman leading another shopper to the room beside her. Giving up, she grabs her well loved jeans, stepping back into the familiar fabric. Nothing new fits. Nothing looks right.
“Could I help you with a size?” The sales woman knocks on her door on the way by.
“No thanks!” She calls, desperately hoping the door doesn’t open as she is pulling on her pants.
She picks up the pile of pants that just moments ago she had so much hope for from the small stool in the corner. With a smile plastered on her face she pulls open the door, dodging the woman spinning to show the dress she has found to a friend.
       “Any luck?” The spirited sales woman asks as she approaches.
       “Not today, thanks,” she responds quickly, heading out the other side.

Have you been there? I have.

Caught up in a change room at the mall, a pile of clothes in hand, and nothing working out. And as I pull that next pair of pants up, the small little voice in my head begins to chat. You know the one, the voice that tells you that those are too tight, the one that points out that unflattering angle, the one that reminds you that these pants are for someone who is actually skinny. It is the voice that tells you that if that number in the waistband gets any larger then there is something wrong with you.

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

24 Reasons to Love Him, Happy Birthday Babe

Today is a very special day in the Richardson household... it is my husband’s birthday. And of course, I am certainly going to use this as an opportunity to gush and brag in my little corner of the internet about this incredible man that I get to do life with...

To my husband of almost three years, my man of almost seven years, and a world-changer of twenty-four years, happy birthday. You are a man of great integrity, a tender heart, and a strong presence. You are my rock and show me each day how to be a better person. I love you.

Friday, 17 April 2015

With Open Hands


Do you ever find yourself waking up in the morning feeling restless?

With a list a mile long, I woke up, hoping the first thing I could get done would be a long overdue blog post. I pulled my computer into bed with me and started tapping away. I reached the halfway point, started skimming over what had emerged and held down the delete button. None of it sounded right, nothing was coming together.

I tweaked the topic and started over, finding myself frustrated with the emotion coming out in my words. A topical piece meant to be thought provoking was sounding sarcastic and on the offence  No, that wouldn’t do either. I pushed my computer away, climbed out of bed and glanced at my clock. Time wasted. Exactly what I did not want today.

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Lemon Blueberry Baked Donuts



It has been a lovely weekend.

We have been able to take some time to ourselves relaxing, spending time with friends, and enjoying the beautiful spring weather that is finally making an appearance.

This time of year always makes me feel refreshed. With the new buds forming on the tree I am charged with a new sense of purpose. I love it.

And of course I had to direct some of this new energy to one of my favourite things – baking.

Friday, 10 April 2015

Silence Isn't Always Golden


I have often heard the saying, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” I think that these are wise words to live by. Sometimes I would like to repeat this short sentence to people when I receive complaints from customers at work or witness the gossip going around a group of people.

Although this idea of staying quiet if you are not going to be nice seems helpful, I have realized that sometimes when I do have something nice to say I don’t say anything at all!

Friday, 3 April 2015

Good Friday was a Good Friday


Good Friday has always been a mixture of remembrance, good food, and family. The morning started bright and early with flour flying and butter crumbling. With a pancake breakfast in store at noon, the first thing on the schedule was baking cinnamon buns.

After tempting myself with delicious smells we headed to church to take time to reflect on Jesus’ sacrifice. Although there is a solemn atmosphere to Good Friday, I certainly cannot be too down, for I know the story does not end here.