Attending an intense, inpatient feeding program with my son in Dallas.

Waiting for those cool fall mornings to show up.

Expecting God's healing.

Brainstorming for Ridge's first Halloween costume.

Listening to the Family Tune Up series we are missing at church.

Reading the First 5 app every morning before rolling out of bed.

Missing my hubby...and my own bed.

Meditating on Isaiah 43.

Soaking in all this one on one time with Ridge.

Meeting some supermoms and taking notes.

Praying for patience.

Working on my calligraphy skills.


Fall is hands down my favorite season.  Last week at market I saw a few must have trends that made me oh so happy and thought I would share:

>> Suede << 
Yep! Full on suede dresses as well as simple tops

>> Shirt Dresses <<
In solids and prints but I cannot wait to pair these with boots and a scarf for an easy outfit

>> Fringe <<
Beloved finge.  Enough said.

>> Waffle Knits <<
Love the twist on a thermal type fabric for casual days.

>> Plaid <<
An all time fall staple but this year look for it in shirt dresses, not just tops.


When there are no words...

I have tried multiple times the last few months to sit down and write this post but have come up woefully short on words to express how I now feel about prayer. But it keeps staying on my heart.  I don't know if I just need to praise Jesus by speaking it or if someone needs to hear it but this is what I have learned: God is with us, period. He knows what I need and when I cannot ask in words my spirit will cry out to him and he WILL answer.

My family got quite the education on the power of our God this summer. I have never had the experience of being so completely covered in prayer as I was when our then 3 month old son suddenly got Infant Botulism.  I think its because I have never really gone through a tragedy. My life has been cush as far as the big things go. But I'll tell you that when you are standing in a hospital room watching your baby code while doctors and nurses frantically try to get him intubated all you can do is think "Jesus help us". There are no other words, no eloquent prayers, only one word comes out..."Jesus". But that's really all that needs to be said.

I am grateful in the aftermath that our friends and family had the presence of mind to pray for wisdom in our doctors, peace for Jared and me, a safe flight to Lubbock and all the other specifics because all those things were provided. But I believe that when you cry out to our savior it doesn't matter if you ask for the right thing because he will always provide what's needed. His presence in that hospital room was overwhelming. I have never felt anything like it. He truly is the only thing that kept us standing, especially for the first few days of no sleep, constant tests, questions and procedures. And still his strength is what is keeping us going while we struggle to get Ridge off his feeding tube.

I constantly came back to Isaiah 41 while we were in the PICU. In the middle of the night, sitting in the corner watching the monitors and machines that were breathing for my baby boy I still could not form a coherent prayer. So I just read this chapter over and over. I had no words but He has given me an entire book of his words.

"I am holding you by your right hand - I, the Lord your God. And I say to you, do not be afraid. I am here to help you...and the joy of the Lord will fill you to overflowing." Isaiah 41:13&16


Sometime in the last 30 days my sweet baby ingested a spore of botulism bacteria that is found in dust and that bacteria produced a toxin that interfered with his muscles and nerves.  He seemed himself on Monday morning but didn't nap so I thought his sleepy afternoon was him just catching up. He didn't eat super great that evening but we thought his tummy hurt because he'd been constipated. We now know that was the first symptom. On Tuesday morning he woke up with a strange, wimpery cry I'd never heard before. I tried to nurse him several times but he was not interested so I called my pediatrician to get some relief for his tummy. After no success and he was still getting worse we called back and went back in to the doctor. She sent us to the hospital for some fluids since Ridge was getting dehydrated. After several hours of him getting progressively worse the doctor finally came in and immediately things got even scarier. Not only was he severely dehydrated but he was having serious trouble breathing and was basically paralyzed. The next several hours were a whirlwind of putting Ridge on the ventilator, trying to get some fluids in him and being airlifted to Lubbock.

Nobody knows how these spores get in the air from the soil or why one baby is susceptible over another. There are only about 100 cases a year so many physicians have never even seen it. We were very fortunate that the doctor who saw him as soon as we arrived in Lubbock had actually treated several and had this on his radar just from the reports from Midland.  When we arrived Ridge's lines were not where they should have been so he was not getting the sedation he normally would have. Once they saw that he was still paralyzed without sedation they were even more suspicious. I believe this "mistake" was actually God helping us get a quicker diagnosis. After a spinal tap, head CT, multiple blood tests, and an EEG the doctors got in contact with the Center for Infant Botulism in California. They looked at his tests and agreed it was probably what was going on. They sent the antitoxin named BabyBIG and we had it in by 2:00 Thursday afternoon! This drug stopped the botulism toxin from causing any further nerve damage, probably cutting our recovery time in half. Now we are waiting on our little guy to get stronger, for his body to repair all the nerve and muscle damage. He is still on the ventilator to help his breathing and will be for a while longer. After that we will need lots of therapy to help him learn to suck, swallow, and eat again and for his muscles to get stronger.  But we are seeing progress everyday so far. It may be only a little but he's moving in the right direction. 

Not going to lie, yesterday was really hard. My first Mothers Day I couldn't snuggle my baby. He opened his eyes for us, but they didn't have his sparkle in them. He looked sad and sick and it broke my heart that there was nothing I could do to help. I am truly grateful that he will fully recover no matter how long it may take. I'm trying to keep that in perspective and rely on the strength God is putting in me. Thank you everyone for the overwhelming outpour of love and prayers this past week. God is hearing our cries and healing our son. We are fully aware that we almost lost this baby we have longed to have for years and it isn't lost on us that God is the ultimate healer. He is guiding our doctors and nurses with wisdom to care for Ridge in the best way possible.


Trends We Love

My market trip a couple weeks ago was so very different than any of the dozens in the past six years. For one I shopped solo my first day there, then I had my newborn in tow the second. That week marked my first one back at work since having Ridge and to be honest for the first time I wasn't excited about going to buy for the stores. I was enjoying our long days of snuggles at home without interruption other than friends and family stopping by to love on us or bring yummy food! But road trip it to Dallas we did and it really was great. God used the day by myself to remind me that I love this job. That He gave me the creativity and business bent mind to run the store and have fun making some money. And on the second he showed me that He will help me balance being a mom and a business owner. I came home with excitement to get back in the store and confidence that when I need to bring my little guy with me I can juggle it.

I was so excited about some of the spring and summer trends I saw that I thought I would share...

All the druzy stones and thunderbird jewelry...heart eyes for days.

Last year I feel like most people were on the fence about rompers. But let me say you should just come over to the dark side for the summer because they are everywhere! I am especially digging the pant jumpsuits.
I feel like the handkerchief hem is making a come back.

Gingham is transitioning from the fall into spring! In my humble opinion it pairs perfectly with all the lace and crochet that are classic for this time of year.
Of course printed shorts and kimonos for days!

Floral and lace are like my love language and lets just say my love tank will be full for summer.
All the spring stuff is flooding in from UPS and it makes me so happy to share it with you.  See you soon! 



cherishing every smile on this boy's face.

attempting a new diet plan next week. 

excited to be back in the store. 

meditating on the enormity of Christ's sacrifice for me. 

trying to juggle this mommy gig with going back to work more. 

loving the warmer weather. 

feeling overwhelmed, but not necessarily in a bad way. 

giving my lunch money to 41 Day.

wanting to check a few more items off my birthday list in this last month of my twenties. 

missing my bestie that just moved. 

listening to Love & Theft, which makes me want a night out dancing with my hubby. 

reading magazines over actual books.

waiting for all the lovely spring and summer things I just ordered at market to come out in. 

attending church again. 


Bittersweet Transitions

For the last year or so we have been contemplating closing our Tyler Pink Tumbleweed location and I am sad to say that it has finally become time to make that move. 

This year is going to bring about so many changes I sometimes feel slightly overwhelmed by them all. Some of them are exciting answers to years of prayer + waiting, some of them are necessities, and some are simply the end of a season and God closing the door on them. This decision to close our Tyler  location in a combination of the last two of these and is oh so bittersweet.

The last three years of working with my mom and sister on this store has been an amazing adventure. I think we have all learned a lot: about ourselves, each other, and our family. But there are seasons for everything so we must adjust and move to our next chapters. My dad retired this last year, excitingly earlier than we had all thought, so without the store my parents will get to really enjoy this time. I am so happy they will get to travel (especially to Midland to spoil this new grand baby) and really dive into their church and community full time. Natalie will have one less thing to juggle with her so full life of being mommy to two, a new home, and full time nursing job. And I will be able to focus more on growing the other two stores and of course figure out the whole mom thing this coming year. All of this plus the more practical side of things, like leases and such, means that by the end of January our doors in Tyler will be closed. 

We will be sad to not see our lovely customers + employees on such a regular basis but we know it is time. The Lord has plainly told us all that this is His best for us so we are choosing to listen. On the bright side…that means our entire inventory is going on major sale. So stop by and grab your bargain! 

Thank you all for your support in our adventure the last three years.

Love, Allison, Kathy, + Natalie 


joy in 2015

Last year I joined the trend of picking a work of the year rather than setting New Year's resolutions that, lets be honest, I would be breaking one week in just like everyone else. It ended up being a theme, and not one that I had necessarily intended. 2014's word was "aware". I began praying about it in December and when God put that seemingly random word on my heart I thought he was telling me that I needed to quit being so self centered. That I needed to look outside of myself and serve those around me, be aware of others and look for opportunities to love them. I was in a not great place, focusing on the fact that I didn't have a 2 month old baby like I had expected and that we were struggling to become pregnant again. To be really honest I knew that was the word God had given me but I didn't want it. I was wallowing. Not ready to give my sorrows over completely. But God knew what he was doing, as always, and didn't let me change it. As the months went on, without realizing it at first, I did become aware.  Not of the world around me but of my god around me. Of Him completely engulfing me in his love, of his patience with my stubbornness, of his grace to forgive me for taking matters in my own hands and not trusting. Aware of the enemy and his desire to attack me (lets just say that was not a pleasant realization but an utterly necessary one). Aware of his word, that it really is powerful, that He speaks to me through it. Aware of the relationships He has given me to encourage and challenge me to seek his way over my own. Aware of his greatness, that He truly has the details and timing all worked out and it is better than my planning could ever be. But isn't that our Father's way? Why must I first assume He is correcting me, when He is in reality loving me so deeply and calling to me to rest in that love?
So a couple months ago several friends and I decided to start praying for our word for next year. And Holy Spirit started almost immediately to show me a theme: JOY! Not happiness, but true joy. The kind that is only found in Christ, in our relationship and dependance on him. Joy that cannot be shaken by circumstances, this is what I am seeking in 2015. I am excited to see not only what He has to teach me this year, but for the peace that will come in the learning.