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The Englishman

blogging is a wonderful excuse to not do homework and surf around the web for “good content” instead. This philosophy makes me feel better…since it’s philosophy homework that I am currently neglecting.¬†

check out the good content I found…

I am not much of a soaps and lotions girl…but these are so creative and interesting. I especially love her paintbox line for men…

My favorite is “The Englishman”

– “A wickedly proper gentleman’s blend of glossy black leather, Earl Grey tea & peaty tobacco. Emphasis on wicked…”

with a description like that who wouldn’t want The Englishman in their shower?



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A Painting Hangs Dully Above My Head…and other tales.

It seems that within one blink of an eye…or in other words one nine hour drive, my life has completely changed. You are most likely already rolling your eyes or looking for the “close window” option…to which I do not blame you, in all reality (what the heck is that?) I am most likely writing under the influence of my dramatic inner self. In my defense “finding yourself” seems to be the greatest feat in the world…so indulge my journey.

For those of you still with me, I’m sure you are just dying to read on about these changes and “what so ever could be the problem?!” To that I answer, “Wellllll….Im not really certain.” And I just remembered that although I have next to no traffic on my blog, it is still shamelessly advertised by me. And instead of some deep, philisophical man in his 20s or a woman who happens to scout for the New York Times, it is a couple hundred facebook friends who read this trash…Don’t think that I don’t appreciate each and every one of your views, but girls dream at all hours, and I am a girl.

You have probably guessed that I am back from the North and most definitely in Indiana. Where I have suddenly been confronted with living out my self-actualization*. And while most of this is due to my overly emotional state…I will admit that Im staring at these yellow-white? walls and feeling a little confused.

And now to what was supposed to have been a regualarly scheduled post with promised photos of Grand Marais, MN.

The Great Northern Forest.

The Cabin in all of its beauty.

The Woodstove...My favorite considering my fascination with fire.


* Don’t quote me on following all of that “self-actualization”¬†philosophy…While I find it quite interesting and annoyingly attractive, I try to keep myself from being the center of my focus 100% of the time. Consider that said in sarcasm and glittery drama, such as that you would hear from the mouth of Ke$ha**.


** No comment on my feelings towards Ke$ha…one night I had a dream that we were best friends, ever since then I’ve started to proudly admit my pre-teen roots in over glitterizing my face and wardrobe.

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