kissable dandelion fuzz: portraits of summer

Today for the first time in too long, I went for a bike ride. I took the bike out of the garage, pumped up the wheels, and cruised around the subdivision with the wind blowing my hair and the pedals digging into my bare feet. It was a day for sunglasses and shorts and playing on the grass with my nephew S and his bud, B. It was a day for chewing grass to prove to a six-year-old that I could, for admiring chalk art on the sidewalk, and loving the juxtaposition of cool grass and the sun’s heat. I’m not an ‘outdoorsy’ person, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like the outdoors. Today, I proved to myself that I could play, that I could do something outside and have fun. Today, for the first time this year, I fell in love with summer.






My sisters are pretty fun people.








the last month of summer


Confession – I’ve been listening to Carly Rae Jepsen for the last three days. Yes, I caved a year late, and I regret nothing. It’s not exactly the superfood of music – more like a deep-fried sugar-coated pop-music snack – but it’s so very summery and it puts me in the mood to write (and dance. Chores were much more fun yesterday than they generally are).  I have the feeling that August is going to be a hot, steady month full of tornado sirens howling in the middle of the night, a lot of handwriting (and trying to figure out how to squeeze NaNo in during November, since we’re going to be gone a good chunk of the month, lounging around in the mountains of Tennesee) and reading. I got my first paycheck from novel-selling yesterday, so for the first time in a while I actually have some me-money. Generally, what cash I get goes to birthday/Christmas presents; this time I have enough money to set some aside and spend some. It feels delicious. I want to buy a few yards of jersey fabric and make this top; it’s so versatile, and perfect for fall + I have the perfect belt for it.

I have a list of things I want to complete during August – a small but mighty gathering of things I’ve been meaning to do and that August will be perfect for.

//get my driver’s permit

//finish the 3 art commissions I have lined up (you know when you get writer’s block? I’ve had artist’s block. It’s legit, I promise you, but I’m going to kick it in the rear and make it scoot).

//Learn 1 new song on the piano. It’s time for a new one.

//Learn at least 10 new phrases in Korean. It’s amazing how much fun learning a language is when you love the culture. One of my friends is leaving for a 2-week language camp in Seoul today, and she’s promised to bring me back a CD.

//Finish reading Beating the Unbeatable Foe, an autobiography by Dr. Schwarz, the founder of the Christian Anti-Communism Crusade, and Dune by Frank Herbert.

//Finish Acceso

Not an enormous list; but not shabby, either. What are your plans for the last month of summer?

These are the days


These are the days when everybody wants to be outside except me. These are the days where I tilt my blinds half-closed to keep it cool in my room, where I listen to the birds sing from the privacy of my room. I don’t hate summer. Summer is that one season I’m okay with for a week or two and then I’m ready for it to leave. Summer is a gorgeous thing to look at from behind glass, but I’m a cold-blooded girl and 90+ temperatures and humidity don’t agree with me. These are the days when I miss cold weather and sweaters and cloudy days. I’ve said my piece about disliking Summer; but I should probably mention the things I love about it. I love the birds and the green leaves everywhere. I love that if I stand out on the deck, the wind carries the sound of kids playing at recess. I love the sense of adventure summer brings. I love the rain showers, even the tornado warnings because tornado warnings = pretty awesome storms. These are the days when I tell myself yes, I’ll work out and get that perfect swimsuit body, and then I chuck that idea in the air and say “Whatever I’d rather go write another chapter.” These are the days when I bury my head in books, finishing up the last of my school. These are the days when I’m busy critiquing stories, working on art commissions that are late, getting Monster ready for publishing, soothing unwritten characters, and reading the occasional chapter in Shakespeare. These are the days when I open my window, flop down on my bed, and turn on some of my favorite music to study or draw or write to, or just to sit and think. These are the days that I have a love-hate relationship with; so I think I’ll blow a raspberry at Summer and enjoy it as much as I can while waiting for Autumn (from the air-conditioned indoors).