why i’m writing again.
A few weeks ago I found myself thinking about a blog I started back in 2009.
I called it define:inspiration. I was planning my wedding, collecting beautiful images, writing about little things I noticed, and sharing pieces of my everyday life. At some point I decided it was embarrassing. I deleted it without much thought.
Looking back, I wish I hadn't.
Not because every post was worth saving, but because it was an honest record of who I was at the time. It captured what I was curious about, what I was making, and what I found beautiful before everything online started to feel so polished.
Over the years, Instagram became my place to share finished work—bouquets from the garden, weddings, and projects I was proud of. I'm grateful for that space, but somewhere along the way I realized I missed documenting everything that happens before the finished photo.
So I created this space because I wanted somewhere that felt slower than social media.
Instagram is wonderful for sharing finished moments, but life isn't lived in finished moments. It's found in gardens that don't always cooperate, sewing projects that get ripped apart and started again, conversations that change your perspective, books with dog-eared pages, and ideas that aren't fully formed yet.
The version where everything looks effortless has never really been my specialty anyway.
I've realized I still have the same urge I had all those years ago.
I like collecting things.
Not objects, necessarily, but observations.
This isn't meant to be a highlight reel or a guide to doing life "right." It's simply a place to document what I'm making, what I'm noticing, and what I'm learning along the way.
Some posts will be about flowers. Others about gardening, sewing, textiles, style, home, or simply an idea I don't want to forget. There may even be the occasional rabbit hole, because I've accepted that's just how my brain works.
Think of these as field notes.
Not because I have everything figured out, but because I'm learning that the most meaningful parts of life are usually still unfolding.
If anything I share inspires you to slow down, notice something beautiful, or pay a little closer attention to your own life, then I'm glad you're here.

