Suzie Q

My dear friend Susan V for Chaps Ralph Lauren (and Kohl's).  I love getting a catalogue in the mail with her beautiful face on it!

Campus Envy

Over the weekend my boyfriend, sister, brother-in-law, and I went up to Princeton, New Jersey for a conference on suffering.  We arrived early on Saturday and sat in the historic chapel as Pastor Ligon Duncan expounded on Psalm 88.  After lunch, I sat in a seminar led by DA Carson on Suffering and the book of Revelation.  We snuck out during the musical interlude to walk around the Princeton University campus, and boy, am I glad that I did.  The campus is beautiful and it was the perfect fall day for a stroll.  I'm totally jealous of the lucky students who get to study at this university.  I think the landscape and the old buildings covered in ivy would naturally inspire me to want to read books all day.

Sheet Music Star Wreath

Last year I posted a couple of posts on making the Starbucks wreath.  I just spied this sheet music star wreath via the CRAFT Magazine blog and I'm definitely smitten.  The original post can be found here and the tutorial is here.


Isn't is lovely?

The Life that is Waiting for Us

"We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."


~E.M. Forster (via Pennyweight)

An Ever-Fixed Mark

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

     If this be error and upon me proved, 

     I never writ, nor no man ever loved.


~William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

One of my favorites.  I also love this modern day translation that I found here: (oh, Shakespeare, you romantic, you!)

Let me not declare any reasons why two 
True-minded people should not be married. Love is not love 
Which changes when it finds a change in circumstances, 
Or bends from its firm stand even when a lover is unfaithful: 
Oh no! it is a lighthouse 
That sees storms but it never shaken; 
Love is the guiding north star to every lost ship, 
Whose value cannot be calculated, although its altitude can be measured. 
Love is not at the mercy of Time, though physical beauty 
Comes within the compass of his sickle. 
Love does not alter with hours and weeks, 
But, rather, it endures until the last day of life. 
     If I am proved wrong about these thoughts on love 
     Then I recant all that I have written, and no man has
     ever [truly] loved.

Newark Symphony Concert

Here's the flyer for the Newark Symphony Concert this weekend. If you're in the area, be sure to come out and see us! The music stunning-- especially the solo violin in the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto. Be sure to bring your student id if you're a student so that you can get a discount on your ticket. See you there (I'll be playing in the second violin section)!

Secret Heart

I'm listening to this one on repeat today-- Feist covering the Ron Sexsmith song, Secret Heart.

Secret heart
What are you made of?
What are you so afraid of?
Could it be three simple words?
Or the fear of being overheard?
What's wrong?
Let em' in on your secret heart

Secret heart
Why so mysterious?
Why so sacred?
Why so serious?
Maybe you're
Just acting tough
Maybe you're just not man enough
What's wrong?


Let him in on your secret heart
This very secret
That you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one
That you're dying to reveal
Go tell him how you feel


Secret heart come out and share it
This loneliness, few can bear it
Could it have something to do with
Admitting that you just can't go through it alone?


Let him in on your secret heart


This very secret
That you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one
That you're dying to reveal
Go him them how you feel
This very secret heart


Go out and share it
This very secret heart

Ode, Written in a Visit to the Country in Autumn

What voice console the incessant sigh,
And everlasting longings for the lost?


~John Logan (1748-1788), from Ode, Written in a Visit to the Country in Autumn