tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51212495316164649992024-03-18T02:48:16.646-07:00smmidgeDallas Style Blog | Lifestyle Blog | molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.comBlogger385125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-59542762339687869432013-03-20T07:37:00.000-07:002013-03-20T07:37:06.526-07:00Hello Spring<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Hello Spring and thank you for coming! Gotta love a season change. Here are a few things that I want to do, eat, sing, be, go to this spring -- even if only in my dreams. xx - m.m.<br />
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Do: plant an <a href="http://www.sweetpaulmag-digital.com/sweetpaulmag/summer2012#pg122" target="_blank">herb garden</a>.<br />
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Eat: fresh, <a href="http://whipperberry.com/2013/02/36-fresh-spring-recipes.html" target="_blank">lovely salads</a><br />
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Sing: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXvLfICyhnU" target="_blank">Keep Your Heart Young</a><br />
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Go: anywhere! But <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://adventure.nationalgeographic.com/2008/12/world-travel/belize-615.jpg&imgrefurl=http://adventure.nationalgeographic.com/2008/12/world-travel/belize-costas-christ-text&h=410&w=615&sz=82&tbnid=wGrx3yGAEI4BuM:&tbnh=88&tbnw=132&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dbelize%2Bpictures%26tbm%3Disch%26tbo%3Du&zoom=1&q=belize+pictures&docid=f0UhS5SIjnBF9M&hl=en&sa=X&ei=yyIFT8vaJM22twfslu2bBA&sqi=2&ved=0CGYQ9QEwCw&dur=2317" target="_blank">here</a> would be dreamy.molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-10501466934140617802013-03-19T08:03:00.002-07:002013-03-19T08:39:26.279-07:00I dare you. . .. . . not to love this music. I dare you not to get the chills. <br />
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This is <a href="http://www.myspace.com/thisisfirstaidkit" target="_blank">First Aid Kit</a> and I adore them. This song. Their sound. Their look. And the sort of wistful, but hopeful feeling I get from this song. Oh, and I love a snare-drum-shuffle-beat almost more than life itself. And well, a bearded, singing drummer, too. Just like the one I married. xx - m.m.<br />
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I looked down to see these two magazines on my table, and I laughed. Then I realized it's the perfect dichotomy of my style. . . probably true for you, too. <a href="http://www.countryliving.com/" target="_blank">Country Living </a>and Foam. Seriously? Well. . . yes. Why not? I sometimes need to bust out of my typical go-tos of Dwell, Elle Decor and vintage issues of Domino. </div>
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It's hard to believe Country Living is still alive in the age of dying magazines, especially ones that have been around for more than 10 years. It really does have good ideas. Fun tips. Nice photography. And it's less baby blue duck motif country, and more livable, eclectic, bright family homes. And <a href="http://foammagazine.com/" target="_blank">Foam</a> is well. . .cool. Maybe too cool for me in real life, but I like to know about what they know. It's young, but not too young. It may highlight 20 somethings, but also super cool 30 somethings and I find the info about smart, cool creatives across the country and ideas, projects, art - fascinating. </div>
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I'm not fully a "Foam girl" and I'm not fully a "Country Living lady". But put them together and I'm right in my comfort zone. Marketers hate me. xx - m.m. </div>
molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-35395310703403548632013-02-21T08:48:00.002-08:002013-02-21T08:50:10.079-08:00It's About Music. And Edward Sharpe.<div style="text-align: center;">
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from <a href="http://vimeo.com/austincitylimits">Austin City Limits</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros starred in my first <a href="http://smmidge.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-what-you-do.html" target="_blank">post</a> on smmidge and they were my inspiration that day, and beyond. . . and still when I hear them, I'm happy and inspired. The connectivity we can find through music is amazing and, well, essential to well being. Atleast my well being. What about you?<br />
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This song, "That's What's Up", especially goes to my husband. I love the words and aren't they so so true? And the expression through words and movement in this video, I just adore. Ben and I stay connected and inspired to this day through music, and it was one of the anchors of our young relationship. . . I suppose it still is. Even so, sometimes, when you are lost, you need some music to bring you back. When you need a break, music can provide it. When you need to remember, music can take you there. That's us, and probably all of us.<br />
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Below is another song that takes. me. there. To another place. But still keeps me connected, if that makes sense. Angel from Montgomery. Love this old, imperfect moment at FarmAid years and years ago with Bonnie Raitt and John Prine. They didn't care about the audio problems or the mess-ups. They still let it take 'em there. And <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3zXVuDRPo0" target="_blank">here</a> is a <i>very</i> imperfect, old, late night, long-talks-and-beer rendition of the same, by Ben and me. Thank goodness my friend put the grainy filter over it. That is all. But then again, who cares, because it's about the music and that made (and makes) us all happy, connected, and takes us there. xx - m.m.<br />
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We ventured to a flea market a few weeks ago, and I realized I had nothing cute to carry. I envisioned a video montage of our day (set to the Lumineers of course), all of us carrying colorful, quirky finds and me carrying a super chic flea market tote. Well, ehem, that wasn't <i>exactly</i> that case. We had a rickety, loud wagon and cute but old mesh "Madonna" tote from our honeymoon in San Miguel de Allende. Though I still have love for it, it just didn't seem right and the handles are too small. So since that day, I've been looking around for totes to love. Etsy was the best source I came across because I don't care to have something from the department store that is exactly the same tote as everyone else. Here are three of my very faves, with good shoulder straps, cute prints and clean utility. I'll keep you posted on my final choice and here's hoping we can all be the flea market chic of our video montage dreams. xx - m.m.</div>
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Happy Valentine's Day! xx - m.m.</div>
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molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-44556596533022790302013-02-13T15:38:00.002-08:002013-02-13T15:38:59.031-08:00Love is a Balloon<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's the little things, right? This week is all about the little loves. One smiley face balloon from the dentist and a little boy fell in love and his afternoon was filled with the best sort of play. Spontaneous, imaginative, happy play. I loved watching this, and him, and the balloon. Who doesn't love a balloon? xx - m.m.<br />
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<br />molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-736566774045529482013-02-12T08:06:00.000-08:002013-02-12T08:06:52.267-08:00Love is a Chair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's Valentines week, and who doesn't think of love during Valentines? Love can be found in many things. Of course love for our family and friends, moments shared, experiences and memories. But what about love of a simple thing that makes you happy, like a chair? I feel happy when I see the curves of this bentwood chair, and I just love it. It's one my favorite vintage finds in a long time, and the experience of finding it was a good one I shared with my family. Look around, there might be something small or unexpected that makes you happy. Little loves are good, too. xx - m.m.<br />
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<br />molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-24015314001277027952013-02-07T10:19:00.000-08:002013-02-07T10:19:12.859-08:00Show the Love<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I came <a href="http://joannagoddard.blogspot.com/2013/02/valentines-day-gift-guide.html" target="_blank">across</a> these adorable Valentine's temp tattoos. Had to share. Seriously. How fun for the day? Show your groovy side, then wash it away. xx - m.m. <br />
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<br />molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-53024193687683333662013-02-06T09:00:00.000-08:002013-02-06T09:00:24.739-08:00Inspired by Guitar Straps<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The music stand came back out at our house recently, and with it, my husband's vintage guitar strap which is dear to us both. It just totally speaks to his love of 70s rock and the look of the 70s in general. It always reminds us of the old days, when after every meal or get-together, the guitar came out and the music began. Music has played an important role in both our lives and especially our relationship. Our first conversation was all about music, in between singing songs, and about the songs he was writing and listening to. When we were dating, we even had a weekly gig at a little bar across from our apartment in OKC. Oh, the love and fun of those times. Anyway, the cool guitar strap he keeps is just the coolest, and inspired by it, I found this belt for years ago - the one in the photo below. I've always called it my "guitar strap belt". I think it was a William Rast for Target find back in the day and I literally wear it with everything and it brings just a twinge of country and tad of 70s which I love, too. The patterns on guitar straps are so lovely if you really look at them. They could inspire an outfit, or even a room. Here are some other cool guitar straps and music inspired things I've seen recently. . . . Here's to the 70s and a little music inspiration in style. xx - m.m.</div>
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<br />molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-70435023815277693162013-02-05T12:49:00.000-08:002013-02-05T14:09:29.558-08:00Gone Junking<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: small;">Last weekend, we decided we needed to get out of town on the spur of the moment. We were in need of a change of scenery, something to get us out of our daily routine and provide a little inspiration. Without much time to plan, and little time period, we serendipitously realized it was the weekend of </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><a href="http://www.firstmondaycanton.com/" style="color: #444444; font-size: medium;" target="_blank">First Monday</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: small;"> in Canton, TX. We had never been, and having a bit of "junker" in our blood, we thought it would be fun. Luckily Canton a short drive from Dallas and even with a coffee/bagel pit stop on the way, we were there in no time. As first timers, we learned a lot and saw a ton of people and junk, and things. Even so, we were literally only on the very edges of this massive flea market. We'll probably take a different route next time considering we only saw a fraction of the place. We did find a few things, had lots of moments of inspiration and had a great time. Here's to not having a plan and lucky weekend inspiration. xx - m.m.</span></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I loved this guy and his lighting junk-art. He had a real point of view amongst the rest.</td></tr>
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<br />molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-42455027574785782222013-02-01T07:03:00.000-08:002013-02-01T07:03:12.813-08:00Embracing Crows Feet<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I recently realized I respond more positively to women who aren't afraid to show their crows feet. You know, crows feet, those pesky crinkles beneath and around the eyes of someone who has seen her share of days. That is, when a woman in her 30s, 40s, 50s or beyond has decided to own her age, her life. <br />
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In the media in particular, where it seems that most women are freezing there faces whether they are 26 or 76, I've come to even crave some crows feet. Perhaps it's because, after an evening of taking in the smooth, frozen facades of, say, the Real Housewives (don't judge), one look in the mirror at yours truly is well. . . shocking. I think, "who is that and why is that face falling?" When did I become a 36 yr old mom with crows feet and a fading jaw line? Why don't I look smooth like (the much older, if I do say so) Lisa Vanderpump? Oh, that's right, because I have not had face injections (yet?) and I have (even at only 36) seen my share of the good and bad of life. <br />
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At other are times though, by the grace of God, when I come across an image, a scene, an interview with someone like Drew Barrymore, Caroline Kennedy, Meryl Streep, or Cameron Diaz, I perk up as I see them smile with hints (or more) of crows feet or lines in their cheeks. When this happens, I'm amazed by my own amazement. Should it be so shocking to see lines on a face? I think not. It's nice to see their emotions. I see a life lived in the lines, and why shouldn't I? It's quite refreshing and still beautiful. Same goes for real women in the mall or the grocery store. . . the ones without botox and facelifts stand out in a good way. I feel more connected to them, as I know my own life (happiness and sorrow) shows in the lines on my face, too.<br />
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I love this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_79LW9_OIUA" target="_blank">song</a> by Willie Nelson and it sums it up:<br />
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<span class="line line-s" id="line_1" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">This face is all I have, worn and lived in</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_2" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">And lines below my eyes are like old friends</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_3" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">And this old hearts' been beaten up</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_4" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">And my ragged soul has had things rough</span><span class="line line-s" id="line_4" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;">This face is all I have, worn and lived in</span><br />
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Look, I'm not saying that to look and feel young isn't a good thing. Taking care of our skin, our bodies, our minds is important. And help in keeping a youthful glow is not all wrong. A bit here and there can really be helpful and quite nice. . .and I can't say I won't do something in the future when I have jowls and a constant frown. But for me, right now, to see someone let their life and age show is inspiring and freeing. Life isn't always smooth, but that doesn't take away the beauty. xx - m.m.<br />
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This. Is. A. Must. Read. <a href="http://www.stevenpressfield.com/do-the-work/" target="_blank">Do the Work</a> by Steven Pressfield is fantastic. A quick, entertaining and even transformative read. I've recommended it to professor friends to use with their creative writing students, to other business professionals now using it to motivate teams, and to entrepreneurs battling self-doubt to get over the hump ("resistance"). The lessons are applicable for many types of endeavors, but particularly for a creative process.<br />
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Here are a few quotes that I love, but trust me, just get the book and Do. The. Work. <br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“The opposite of fear is love - love of the challenge, love of the work, the pure joyous passion to take a shot at our dream and see if we can pull it off.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/867.Steven_Pressfield" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: initial;">Steven Pressfield</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/15554094" style="color: #666600;">Do the Work</a></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“The song we’re composing already exists in potential. Our work is to find it.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/867.Steven_Pressfield" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: initial;">Steven Pressfield</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/15554094" style="color: #666600;">Do the Work</a></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“A child has no trouble believing the unbelievable, nor does the genius or the madman. It’s only you and I, with our big brains and our tiny hearts, who doubt and overthink and hesitate.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/867.Steven_Pressfield" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: initial;">Steven Pressfield</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/15554094" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: initial;">Do the Work</a></i><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“A work-in-progress generates its own energy field. You, the artist or entrepreneur, are pouring love into the work; you are suffusing it with passion and intention and hope.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/867.Steven_Pressfield" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: initial;">Steven Pressfield</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/15554094" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: initial;">Do the Work</a></i>molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-59889802141941405502012-11-12T07:16:00.000-08:002012-11-12T07:16:18.671-08:00Yo Monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">In. Yo. Face. Monday. Grrrrrrrr. This is to be my new mantra. Does anyone else get the Monday blues? I DO! I think dreamers and seekers are susceptible to these feelings, particularly while we are just works-in-progress. But I'm feeling like I should just kick Monday in the tush. Kick the Monday blues to the curb. Rid myself of the SNA-CKS (Sunday Night Anxiety Attacks). Yep, onward and upward, as my husband says. This quote is just right for all us dreamers, artists, entrepreneurs working towards something bigger on a Monday:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“A work-in-progress generates its own energy field. You, the artist or entrepreneur, are pouring love into the work; you are suffusing it with passion and intention and hope.”<br />― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/867.Steven_Pressfield" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;">Steven Pressfield</a>, <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/15554094" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;">Do the Work</a></i></span>molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-34792086705003153772012-10-31T14:20:00.000-07:002012-10-31T14:31:28.553-07:00Costumes: A Retrospective<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">This year Buggers is the Conductor from the Polar Express. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">He is pumped. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Seems like a good time to go through his Halloween costumes and remember the times.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Thanks to my mom for helping me with creative ideas, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">passing down a love of home made costumes, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">(never mind the gnome. bad year) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">and a bit of skill with scissors and glue. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I can't believe he's almost 4yrs old. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">What fun we have had! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Have a wonderful and safe evening out trick or treating!</span></div>
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I love a harvest table, don't you? It's one of my favorite things about the Fall. I spotted some lovely ideas for building a beautiful scene for your harvest celebration or Thanksgiving. To me it's all about being rustic and refined at once - and these examples achieve that idea, each in a different but workable way. Here's to creating an open, inviting table top where friends and family feel welcome to eat, talk, laugh, drink, and linger together this season. xx - m.m. </div>
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<br />molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-63668077413545750252012-10-25T12:36:00.000-07:002012-10-29T12:25:58.252-07:00Dreamer, Doer, Thinker<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I aspire to be</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">A dreamer, doer, thinker</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Seeing possibility everywhere.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Don't you?</span></div>
molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-74107257383481552392012-10-24T08:47:00.002-07:002012-10-29T12:25:58.258-07:00View Points<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Looking at things (any and all things) with a different point of view is a good thing. It's important for perspective, right? I was struck by this view in my new living room (yay!). Sitting here and taking it in, my view point captured so many bits of favorite things - the best sofa ever (from the best shop in my 'hood - <a href="http://neighborhood-store.com/" target="_blank">Neighborhood</a>!), a colorful, textural pillow, the perfect vintage magazine rack, Ben's cruiser and guitar. Taking a moment and looking at things in a new or different way reminds me to see the little things that matter, or find beauty is something unsuspecting. Here are some more views I've noticed recently that I loved. Try it. xx - m.m. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Looking down at a scrumptious funnel cake at the fair. Yes, that is turf we are sitting on. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">Looking up at the historical depot in Baird, my hometown.</span></div>
molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-43483306550138921652012-10-23T13:16:00.000-07:002012-10-29T12:25:58.234-07:00His and Hers--Nightstands<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">The differences in all things "his and hers" has always fascinated me. Ben and I were recently discussing how our nightstands are little microcosms about each of us. . . and it's so true. Mine is all about dreaming and color. . . from the book Dare to Dream, to a sweet gift (handmade!) of a quote I love (from Pretty Woman) "...Everybody got a Dream!", to hopefully sweet dreams -- it's bright and happy. . . or is that kooky? Something like that. His is all about the zen and the lit(erature). From his tiny Buddha that is always there, to his Hemingway, to our current nighttime read (great book) a Bio of Ann Richards (so the front book is ever-changing), it's cohesive, clean and calm just like him. Do your nightstands reflect your personality? xx - m.m.</span><br />
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<br />molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-47025030586114180372012-10-22T09:47:00.000-07:002012-10-29T12:25:58.240-07:00Instagram-able 10<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Halloween is coming and I can't even believe it. It's fall in the Cliff and we are super excited to see what the Halloween is all about down here. . . or get in our car and avoid the thousands for a quieter place. We'll see. The decorations in the front yards are in full effect, including my favorite, the "boards and baby dolls" house. Wow. Love seeing the passion and creativity, and every night on our walk it's a fright-fest for all. Super fun. Other than that, my Instagram/iPhone feed shows some fun outings from the fair to nights out to eat at our favorite local joints, to house decorating, music, and friends. Not bad. </div>
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I loved these chevron fabrics as I was scouting for coverings and such for the new place. And, oh, that is Chris Robinson rocking out next to his incense owl - obsessed. Below is a reminder of the day we bought our house (seems like years ago), a wonderful love fest with my best gals, the most luscious latte ever on a visit to Fort Worth, Doss rocking out and Ben in a rock tee doing house work (he's cool like that). Finally, a sweet moment with a little friend at the cutest super hero birthday party ever. And. . . it does it every time. No matter what, when I take the time to take a look back I'm always grateful. xx - m.m.</div>
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<span style="color: #444444;">The makings of bad imagery: poor lighting - check; no make-up and stressful day - check; evening photos after said stressful day - check; photos taken while cooking dinner in a messy kitchen - check. So here you go! Horrible photos - but I loved the checks and stripes together in the same color palette and I felt cute (much) earlier in the day! Oh well. . . it is what it is. Real life, peeps. And in my pledge to be real even when I look awful (but the pattern mixing idea I'm really all about!), realize I'm aging (when did I get jowls?!?), and need to clean my house (more on that in another post) you are gonna see some less than lovely photos - but will work to do better next time. But mostly it's about pattern play and how fun it can be. It doesn't have to be over-the-top, crazy boho. . . here it's all about a tailored shirt buttoned up and coordinated stripe in the same palette. You might cover a fun chair or add a pillow to your bed or sofa with the same philosophy. Mixing it up is always fun. Happy Friday!! xx - m.m.</span><br />
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<br />molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-700954888303529312012-10-18T12:25:00.000-07:002012-10-29T12:25:58.255-07:00Pretty (Imperfect) Painted Pumpkins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last year around this time I posted a pretty picture of perfectly painted pumpkins. See <a href="http://smmidge.blogspot.com/2011/09/spotted-iii.html" target="_blank">here</a>. This year, as we settle into our new home, I have been uber inspired to try my hand at it, as the painted pumpkin trend seems on fire. Now, in my younger days, just out of design classes in college (that included a basic course in painting with acrylics which I LOVED) I used to paint all sorts of things. . . primarily I painted (and then lost) a super cute series of found cabinet doors and vintage hard case luggage with colorful patterns (and one Santa as I recall. . .it was the early 2000s ok?) in acrylic paints. One bag was in multi colored zig-zags (so ahead of my time!) and one was plaid. I painstakingly taped out each stripe and delicately intertwined each color. . . oh to be 24 and have tons of time and creativity. These days that love of acrylics and plaid and stripes came out in some rather sloppy, gloppy, unevenly painted pumpkins. . . but I love them just the same. I also put our address numbers on one - first because I saw this in a Martha pic, and second because we don't have address numbers yet and nobody is sure what house we live in. Voila - location service via pumpkins. The lesson here - don't be afraid to be imperfect even in the face of fabulous Pinterest images that make us all want to crawl in a hole. Just do it! Get your paints and let your creativity flow. xx - m.m.<br />
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<br />molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-4622066479690427862012-10-16T09:46:00.001-07:002012-10-29T12:25:58.237-07:00Fierce Independence & Other Inspiration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #444444;">It's fall in Dallas, TX and that means the State Fair is in town. This year was Doss's first trip to the Fair and this little guy tore it up. He really loved all the people, activities and especially the midway with the train ride, the airplane ride, the flying elephant ride. . . But on the way out, as we strode along this huge place filled with children, games, rides, food, excitement of all kinds, Doss took to a huge pillar and announced he was going to have a quick game of hide and seek. I was to stand to the side, watch him count and soon he would be finding me in plain sight. The rules didn't matter. The place didn't matter. All that mattered was this was a moment, and his idea would be the focus. Confident it was exactly right. This moment, as seen through the eyes of this child, showed me so much. He taught me to remember to follow my heart, go with my gut, and even in the face of skepticism, see the idea through. Pass or fail, see it through. We all hold the key to our own vision and we can't expect anyone else to understand. At any other time we might have said to him "really?" "hide and seek? we just rode 15 rides and there is x,y, z to do right here" - that would be a grumpy old adult who only knows what seems "right" in the moment,. bound by so-called rules of the world. And I don't want to be that for him, and I'm so happy we went with it (as tired and "over it" as we were) with only one or two groans. And I'm so thankful that he did this for me, unintentionally showing me how to be fiercely independent and creative like a child, once again. And I wouldn't have missed this moment of pure inspiration for the world. </span><br />
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Nothing makes me feel free and resets my mind like an open highway. Sometimes we need wide-open space to remember how small we are, how big we can be, and how we fit in. <br />
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Do you ever feel like your time has passed? Like maybe you are too old, too tied down, too tired to chase your dreams? Me too. . . every now and again. But this jam group of amazing musicians all over the age of 60 reminded me that when I feel that way it's just plain ridiculous. These guys formed this jam group not too long ago and they are faithful participants in some amazing music making. They may not be famous musicians but they are musicians making music, serious music. And that counts. It's never too late.<br />
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I mean, who doesn't love a stack of colorful polka dots? I love them. And they inspire me. It makes me think of a million outfits, a canvas I should fill with color and dots, a box I should wrap, a gift I should give. Inspiration is everywhere if we just remember to be open to it. xx - m.m.molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-19891504656468762812012-10-15T09:09:00.002-07:002012-10-29T12:25:58.219-07:00The Lost Summer & My (Constant) Search HELLO Folks! Wow I've missed you. . . . well if you are still indeed out there dear readers (or were you a figment of my imagination?) I'm back! I've missed blogging over the past few months. I've been away, completely upending my life and that of my family's all the while still chasing the same dreams I've been after for years: living with purpose, creating things, questioning things (what are we doing? another baby? risk and reward? how to do better, be better? etc) and still fighting to become an entrepreneur, to design my life, and enjoy it all along with others. . . But before all that, there was the Lost Summer of 2012.<br />
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. . . or perhaps more fitting "The Summer of Loss". We moved from our very first, and quite beloved, home in Lake Highlands to a new (old) home in North Oak Cliff (a dream of ours - so that was a good thing). But moving is no joke. It tested us like nothing else. Moving every worldly possession in your life is serious and leaving a place where you built your family is emotional. Living for a month with no home (bad timing) is also no joke. We are good like that. No. Home. For. A. Month. Bad news. The loss of moving from our first home rocked us all to our core. . . it was saying good bye to a happy and fruitful part of our lives which can be a little sad. And being vagabonds was not all it seemed to be cracked up to be when we were younger and fancied ourselves Bohemian. Oh well. . . But settling into a new home and neighborhood is feeling better and better everyday. It's definitely the right place for us. But then, I quit my job. Yep. Right after we moved(ish) into our new home, I -quit- my- job. You heard me. Again - I quit my job. Genius move on my part. Sarcasm intentional - atleast in terms of timing. But when you gotta go you gotta go. . . but I did experience some feelings of loss once again. And after that I promptly totaled my car. Another loss. By this point we were the most frazzled, strung out messes you have ever seen. . . desperate to keep it together for Doss and for us all. . . and failing miserably everyday. Oh the tears. But luckily there were some over-the-top supportive friends - even through our constant angst - that helped us survive. And other than that it was just stubborn will that got us through it. Not beautifully or gracefully oh no, and some things suffered more than others (from relationships to bad hair), but down and dirty survival prevailed. Now through all of this loss and angst, we are now emerging on the other side. My horoscope says that today Saturn leaves one of my houses (?) after being there for 3 years bringing test after test after test. . . today is new and brings new opportunities. The new moon is supposed to reset all things. Isn't that nice? There is hope even after the Lost Summer of 2012. Bye-bye Saturn. . . Now time to reflect and move forward.<br />
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Which brings me to my constant search. . . I started blogging in Feb of 2008 on another little blog called The Momo Dance (inspired by my first entrepreneurial venture momoFandango - which was to become a successful line of baby blankets. . . successful being the operative word and the past tense should give away the ending. . . it didn't last). But alas, it started me blogging which has been a nice creative outlet even through my [to date] failed attempts at designing my life and becoming a successful entrepreneur. And my very first blog post says it all. It's pre baby Doss, but other than that it is still quite accurate for the me of today. Only almost 5 years later. Atleast I know myself well, right? Even if I haven't quite got it figured out. . . and I do believe there is real hope in that. Stick with me here and will bring out some new fun projects, and keep you posted on the ever-changing landscape of our lives from home to place to work. . .and dig in together which is when it all really counts. . . but in the meantime, from past to present, there is <a href="http://themomodance.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-in-morning.html" target="_blank">Music in the Morning</a> xx - m.m.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">boy, do I love a slow morning when i can just move at my own pace. it is so rare these days. . . city life brings the unavoidable scheduling of activities, because if you neglect to fit "it" into your schedule "it" won't happen. seeing your friends, visiting your family and your beautiful new niece, walking your precious dog, trying recipes, organizing your closet, writing down your deepest thoughts, moving through the morning hours in yoga pants, with music in the background, sipping a cup of coffee--if you don't slow down and clear your calendar for these things, I'm realizing you wake up and the days have slipped by in a blur without favorite things filling them. or worse, the favorite things have occurred, but the memory of them is fuzzy or just not there. scary. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">this blog is my attempt to not only fit time in for my favorite things, but really contemplate them by writing them or showing them here. maybe it will allow for breathing and feeling life more than I have been recently. don't misunderstand; I have a fantastic life with my incomparable husband, Ben; my scruffy, loyal dog, Guthrie; the most wonderful dynamic friends in the world that include family and a new niece and new muse, Lola Ruth; a fledgling business called momoFandango, that will no doubt be the subject of this blog quite often. I'm lucky, I just want to take the time to remember that I am. . . </span></div>
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molly magill @ smmidgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12487828956755495980noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5121249531616464999.post-40995043667891317472012-07-13T12:25:00.002-07:002012-07-13T12:26:43.154-07:00Small Towners<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">I saw this photograph posted on 20x200's <a href="https://www.facebook.com/20x200" target="_blank">facebook</a> page along with the artist's statement below. I immediately connected to the artist's feelings about growing up in a small town. I find I'm always happy to encounter other "small towners". Particularly ones who keep roots in their hometowns, but have moved on (like myself). Learning what people from small towns do with their lives (staying or going, accomplishments, regrets, memories, roots) is something I am fascinated by, probably because it's the story of my life as well. Dan Boardman hits then nail on the head when he says, "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Calibri, 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To grow up in a small town is to always be looking for something bigger, to be looking out to the next chapter, waiting, daydreaming. To move away from a small town is to long for its innocence and its comfort.</span></i>" </span>Exactly, Dan, exactly. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span>See full artist's statement below, and check out more <a href="http://www.20x200.com/artworks/632-dan-boardman-untitled-5-wallpaper" target="_blank">here</a> at 20x200. Here's to small towners, and happy Friday. xx - m.m.</span><br />
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This body of work was generated in the winter of 2006 during trips to my hometown.<br />These trips revealed something static about home. In a front yard, or a parking lot, I would find my feet stepping into my old footprints, but I was seeing what I had missed then. I sought to photograph my past in the present. To grow up in a small town is to always be looking for something bigger, to be looking out to the next chapter, waiting, daydreaming. To move away from a small town is to long for its innocence and its comfort.</div>
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This work was an investigation into memory, how it changes and what traces trigger a relationship between then and now.</div>
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