Strange music, mysterious looks, and locked doors made a weekend getaway feel scary and strange.

The house felt alive—its walls watching, the air heavy with dread. Then, in the dark, strange music began to play…

It all started with a spontaneous idea and a shared love for adventure—or at least, her love for it. My friend, who’s younger than me and already a mom, is what I’d call a free spirit. She’s the kind of person who’d pack a diaper bag and hit the road in the same breath. So when she suggested a weekend trip to Chicago, I said yes without hesitation. I’d always wanted to see the famous silver bean. It felt like one of those “bucket list” things you just have to check off someda

I think a lot of us want to look and feel our best, but sometimes… we just don’t know where to start. For me, it all began with quitting...

The pure joy of discovering our first two chicken eggs—a sweet milestone on our homestead.

I once practiced the Law of Attraction, writing letters to the universe and asking for things I thought would fix my life—especially during my battle with depression. But over time, I realized I was chasing things that fade, not things that last. The Law of Attraction promises control and peace, but it pulls us away from trusting God. True faith isn’t about manifesting our desires—it’s about surrendering to God's will, even when we don’t understand everything.

Lately I think a lot about peace. My home is my safe little place, and I want to keep it quiet and full of calm, even when the world outside feels angry and dark. When I wake up and drink my tea, I want to feel thankful. This is my world — I must protect it, not only with locks on the door but with what I allow in my mind. Social media feels too loud, so I choose to write here, notice small moments, and protect my peace like it’s treasure.

From orphanage prayers to the darkest moments of my life, this is the story of how I’ve lost and rediscovered my faith — and why I’m still seeking God today.

I’ll be honest — life can feel a little chaotic some days. The laundry pile is staring at me, my coffee’s gone cold (again), and somehow...

A Practical Guide to Creating Vintage Perfume. Your Practical Guide to Creating Perfume (Vintage or Not).Understand the Perfume Pyramid.

Modesty doesn’t mean hiding. I’m learning to embrace my femininity and feel beautiful—without fear or apology.

Struggling with doubt, Ana rediscovers her passion through vintage style, tough love, and small steps toward consistency.

In this personal and honest blog entry, I reflect on life without social media, the joy and comfort my ducks bring, and an unexpected experience with social anxiety while out shopping. I open up about how I’ve changed over time—from being a social butterfly to someone who now feels uneasy in busy spaces. With my birthday just around the corner, I share hopes for the year ahead, including becoming a more grounded, feminine, and well-rested version of myself. This post is a mix

It is 9:47pm and I just sat down for the day. Today unlike other days has been very busy for me, but I wanted to share some news with...

Today I was gifted the Enola Dress. I saw the Enola Dress  by Son de Flor for the first time on Pinterest—the kind of photo that just...

March 6, 2025 For a long time, I didn't realize I had lost something. Growing up in an orphanage, where every moment is scheduled and...

Winter always has a way of making me feel a little dull—like the world outside has lost its color, and somehow, so have I. Lately, I had...