Sara Jane.

My family's sweet little yorkie-poo Sara Jane passed away today.

She was pretty old and sick,

so we were grateful she lived as long as she did,

but so sad to see her go.

She put up with a lot from our big, obnoxious family.

She survived through little Emma's years of 

slightly smothering adoration,

 And being the "sheep" in our Christmas play

Every. Single. Christmas.

And Sophie dressing her up in a SNUGGIE...

...and whatever this bedazzled thing is.

I'll admit I was the last one to warm up to her

(thanks to a fear-turned-dislike of dogs, that stemmed from

an encounter with a dog that pushed me to the ground when I was little)

But she always came and laid on the floor
next to the piano when I'd play.
And then one Christmas morning,
she just came and sat on my lap like we'd always been besties...

So eventually I just couldn't help myself.

She was the sweetest (littlest) poochie,

and we loved her so!

When you feel old...

When you start to feel real old,

and/or real under-accomplished;

like you should have a baby or two (or three or four) by now,

or a better career/more money in the bank;

etc...

Like you've bumbled around and failed

and come up short 

too many times to count,

and for so many different reasons,

just think about this list;

Steven Spielberg

got rejected three times from film school,

and ended up attending just a regular university.

Then, he dropped out 

to work a seven-day-a-week, 

unpaid internship in a film studio.

That's how the director of "E.T.", and

"Schindler's List" got his start working in movies.

He's said "Failure is inevitable.

Success is elusive."

Babe Ruth

struck out 1,330 times.

JK Rowling's "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone"

took her seven years to write,

and was rejected by 12 publishers.

Plus, even when it was initially published,

she was given the advice to keep her day job--

as she didn't likely have a future in children's books.

Abraham Lincoln

(are you ready for this?)

lost his job as a clerk in the village store,

was defeated for state legislature,

failed in business--more than once,

was defeated for speaker,

was defeated for nomination for Congress,

when finally elected to Congress, lost the renomination,

rejected for land officer,

defeated for U.S. Senate,

defeated for nomination for Vice President,

defeated again for U.S. Senate.

Whew.

But he's like everyone's favorite US President.

Even the Kid President's.

Julia Child was 37 when she

attended Le Cordon Bleu cooking school.

She was 49 when "Mastering the Art of French Cooking:

Volume One" was published.

Colonel Sanders was 65

when he opened Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Grandma Moses didn't pick up a paintbrush

until she was in her 70's.

When she died at the age of 101,

President John F. Kennedy paid her a special tribute.

And lastly,

Princess Kate did not get married until she was 29.

And she had her first baby at 31.

We single twenty-somethings

will be forever grateful to you, Duchess.

(you know I had to sneak that one in there!)

Also, as a means of promoting optimism 

and encouragement in my own life,

I started a new blog to document the things

that randomly spring up and inspire me

(just so I don't have a chance to forget them).

Feel free to take a gander:

Fortuitous Enchantment

Daydreaming.

I've always been prone to daydreaming.

I doodled my daydreams in school

and covered my notes with drawings.

I made up stories to entertain myself

on the monotonous and Texas-hot bus rides home.

And I distinctly remember lying wide awake in my bed at night

imagining what it would be like when I got married...

in a castle...

to a prince...

in a HUGE fluffy white dress...

I also built teeny tiny worlds in the dirt in my backyard

for fairies that I hoped lived there during the night.

Later, I matured a bit,

and imagined things like my future home;

a yellow kitchen,

an over all pottery-barn-esque vibe,

all in a little white cottage

with a blue door.

In college my thoughts would wander

amidst lectures on adolescent development and such,

to traveling the world.

I'd plan in my head 

what I'd wear

and eat

and see

and do, 

everywhere from Greece

to Brazil

to Japan

to Alaska.

But always,

alongside all of that,

I've daydreamed about raising kids.

It used to be that I'd get lost in the thought of

building the most rad tree house with them

and playing imaginary games in the backyard,

but now,

seriously,

this is what my daydreams consist of:

NYC

I saw this today on my favorite blog

and thought,

"That's it!

That's the happy place I go to in my head

when work and life gets crazy;

marchin' around NYC with little babies!"

Hahaha!

I'm so weird, I know.

That would be so crazy and hard.

Little kids are hard to tote about

and NYC is crazy to get around.

Wanting to combine them is nuts.

But that's my daydream.

That's my wish.

Future husband please take note.

Thankful for:

Massage chairs at the dentist,

and getting my little brothers and sister

as hooked on "Once Upon a Time"

as I am.

Also, stellar, uplifting, love-filled

conversations.

When I grow up...

...I want to be:

1) As boss

as Professor McGonagall.

2) As 

classy a fashionista

as Princess Kate.

3) As confident in my individual

talents and abilities

as Adele.

4) As ladylike as

my grandmas.

5) As good hearted as

and sweet

 either of my grandpas.

6) As diligent and

perseverant

as my dad.

7) As earnestly dedicated 

of a wife and mother

as my mom.

8) As

steadfast

a testifier

as Sister Dalton.

9) And as optimistic

and wise as

Sister Hinckley.

Time to set some more goals :)

Quotes of the day:

" 'Thank you' is a wonderful phrase.  Use it.  It will add stature to your soul. "

--Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"Elder Neal A. Maxwell once said,'We are here in mortality, and the only way to go is through; there isn't any around!' I would add, the only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it.  You either have to laugh  or cry.  I prefer to laugh.  Crying gives me a headache."

--Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"As we got closer to marriage, I felt completely confident that Gordon loved me.  But I also knew somehow that I would never come first with him.  I knew I was going to be second in his life and that the Lord was going to be first.  And that was okay.  It seemed to me that if you understood the gospel and the purpose of our being here, you would want a husband who put the Lord first."

--Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul."

My poor roommate.

Just about every 3 days,
she comes home to find
that I've moved the furniture

again,

or brought in new pillows,
or hung new wall decorations,

or re -hung wall decorations in a new spot
or shifted something here,
or moved this thing over there...

She's very sweet though,

and just let's me do my thing.

(Please bless my future husband is that okay with it too,
because I can't seem to stop.)

I recently got tired of the tall walls in the living room

being so bare and boring.

I actually kept these Christmas decorations up--

for a lot longer than December,

just to fill the space.

Well, eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore,

and after some blog-surfin'

I decided on this to fill the empty wall...

one of my favorite framed Minerva Tiechert paintings,

and a group of empty frames from goodwill,

all painted mustard yellow.

The color that makes me the happiest in all the world.

(I love it especially with my new pea-green pintuck pillow...

remember how much I love mustard and pea green??)

I also added some Norman Rockwell to the walls,

because every space could use a little 

"Saturday Evening Post" whimsy.

And I'm currently obsessing over "vignettes"
--or little gatherings of pretty things--
from the large list of design blogs that I follow...
so I created my own.
I mean, we have that super cool fireplace mantle right?
Why not put it to good use?


Grateful for:
COLORS.
And sleep.

It's Saturday.

A little Mumford, AND some Johnny Flynn...

in french.

Happy weekend y'all.

Les Miserables the Movie: a Review.

***SPOILER ALERT***
**This is a long, nerdy post. Please skip if not a Les Mis enthusiast.**


The first time I saw Les Miserables,

it was Christmas day,

I went with my whooole family

(which let's be honest, consists of a small herd of people),

and my grandparents,

all of whom are big Les Mis fans who therefore have strong opinions,

also, I had only been waiting for the movie for like 17 years,

so I gasped just hearing the first notes 

and then continued to slightly hyperventilate until the very end.

I think it's safe to say therefore,

that my initial opinion was perhaps a bit skewed.

So I decided to wait to document my review of the movie

until I had the chance to view it objectively.

And here's my "objectively

Amanda" thoughts:

*eh hem..*

I LOVED  it.

I loved the costumes

and hair and makeup

and cinematography.

I loved Hugh Jackman's straggly beard
and big teary eyes and sincerity.
His version of "What Have I Done?" is in the running
for my favorite scene of the movie.
It was a powerful from-stage-to-screen moment.
Quite poignant in a different way then it could be in the theater.

I also happened to love Anne Hathaway...
I really did.
She did a superb job.
And here's how I can prove it;
very little of her portrayal of Fantine,
felt like Anne Hathaway.
Does that make any sense??
She was so in character,
that I felt like I was just watching Fantine,
and forgot about what irks me about Anne Hathaway.
I'd say that's a mark of an in-depth acting job, wouldn't you?
She definitely deserved that Oscar in my opinion.

Now, I'll reluctantly admit it,
but Russell Crowe was not a great singer,
in fact, comparatively to someone like Philip Quast,
I wouldn't even venture to say that he's necessarily a good singer.

But it's not like he professes to be,
and I always believe his acting;
 without me even noticing, he always tugs at my heart a little bit,

and I really ended up liking his (pretty different) take on the character.
He made Javert more human.

And then of course,

Sacha Baron Cohen made me giggle a whole lot.

Also, while my favorite Helen Bonham Carter character is Lady Tottington...

(from "Wallace & Gromit: the Curse of the Were-Rabbit")
...where she's animated...
or maybe Bellatrix Lestrange...
...where she's a nutcase...
and I don't usually like her as a (relatively in this case) normal person,
I thought she made a good Madame
especially to Sacha's Thenardier.
"Colette.
Cosette..."
haha

I also was grateful Amanda Seyfreid played Cosette;
I always love her
(probably because she always reminds me of Sophie)
but I am also grateful to her for making me care about Cosette
for the first time in my life.
Thanks for giving her a bit more depth, Amanda.
"Every day you walk with stronger step...
you walk with longer step...
the worst is over..."
So sweet.

As for Eponine,
Samantha Barks was just sensational.
I'd say she's the most legitimately talented when it comes to her voice.
...and her cockney accent is just the coolest too.

(Can we talk about this though??)

Can someone please let her breathe?

Aaron Tveit was just about as equally as talented.
And I loved that he was reppin' Broadway in the movie
(as all the other characters were from Hollywood, or London's West End)
...I just wish he didn't have Hobbit hair.
It made me confused as to which movie I was watching....

And then there was Marius...
Mr Eddie Redmayne.
Ohh Eddie, with your freckles and your jaw-shaking vibrato,
your slightly naive facial expressions,
and your goo-goo eyes at Cosette,
your appropriate dispersion of crying and emotion
during your pretty much perfect rendition of "Empty Chairs and Empty Tables",
just stole the show for me a little bit.
You were my favorite actor/singer/eye candy
of the whole movie you little cutie!

So, bottom line,

I thoroughly enjoyed it.

I mean, thank goodness right??

What would have come of the world

had I hated it?

PS-Who was this guy??

"You at the barricades listen to THIS!"

... He was fantastic!!

I wanted to hear more of his voice!

Les Miserables quote of the day:
"Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God."