Last Post.

I started this blog, Smally George, almost three years ago. 

I started it, to keep my sister informed on the ongoings at my school. 

My little blog blossomed from there. 

The first year, it went from something I did weekly, or when I felt like it, to something I did 

(sometimes more) than daily. 

An obsession.

Posting pictures, writing stories, and finding pictures on the internet began to consume my everyday life. 

I was spending more time picking out the clothes to wear for the day and posting pictures of my outfits than actually wearing them. 

More recently, I have begun to realize that my blog had become a place for me to hide. 

A place safe from the craziness of the world where my thoughts could be spoken, but not challenged. 

I loved this place. 

I loved the fact that people wrote to me saying they checked my blog daily. 

Or liked one blog post or another... 

I loved writing silly posts about fashion or my family. 

Mostly, because I LOVE writing. 

I love writing and that will never change. 

But, I have decided I need to begin to write for myself again. 

I need to stay consumed in the real world.

 Finding muses in the messy world and crazy people I know. 

I will continue to write it down. 

But, as of now... I am no longer going to be writing it down here. 

Smally George will be taking some time off. 

To do some more living... Some more learning... Exploring and loving. 

I love sharing my world with those who are brave enough (or bored enough) to listen. 

It warms my hearts to think of those who checked my blog to see if I had posted another... 

But, I realized that somewhere down the line, I had stopped blogging for me. 

And started blogging for you all. 

And somehow I had stopped living as fully as I wanted to.

It is still my goal to (one day) be a famous mormon-momma-blogger who is super cute, trendy and cooks delicious food 24/7.

But sometime, I had to face the cold hearted truth: 

I am not a good cook. 

I may never be tready. 

and I wont be a momma for at LEAST 6 years... 

And, as much as it pains me to say it. 

I am not a mormon. 

I am just a farmer chick, with an awesome family, love for adventure and shopping

I am just a small girl who loves to write. 

Until next time ya'll 

Thanks for reading. 

xoxo Smally G.

Giving Thanks

Traditions are very important in my family. 

A lot of the things we do for holidays were started over 20 years ago and continue to this day. 

Thanksgiving is no exception. 

Each year we compete in a thrilling game of football called "The Turkey Bowl" which always ends about the time my grandma is on her third glass of sherry and my mom has finished the stuffing and someone has started crying.
 Each year we make way too much cranberry sauce and have a huge potluck that includes having about 60 neighbors over to eat and play ping pong.
Years ago, my brothers and I started an eating competition where we would weigh in before eating Thanksgiving dinner and the weight out after.
Winner gets bragging rights and the worst stomach ache ever. 

I am still the reining champion.
7.5 pound is one sitting. 

If that doesn't instantly make you want to be my best friend or lover... I don't know what will.

I think this is still my proudest achievement.

This year was the first time I missed it. 
I missed the stuffing, the football, the pumpkin pies and the ping pong.

But, if there is one great way to break tradition I did it.  

My two best friends Cassidy and Christiana came up to visit me on wednesday and left on saturday. 

We hadn't see each other since our hiking adventure and all of us SUCK at keeping in touch. 

But, somehow, as soon as they pulled up it all came back. 

How important they are to me. 

How grateful I am for them. 

How much I missed them.

And how much I wished that we had gone to closer schools. 

We had a great time laughing and catching up before we went our separate ways again.
But, this weekend got me thinking...

I thankful for so many things. 

My family. 

My home. 

My self. 

My world. 

And my friends. 

Hope all of your thanksgiving were filled with friends, family, fun and food.
I know mine was.
 

Mustard Greens.

The transition between fall and winter can be a hard one. 

There is no end in sight for the cold weather and dark days. 

The rain keeps coming and the layers become more of a necessity than a fashion statement.

It's days like today, the day before thanksgiving...

When it's cold, raining and windy that I like to stay cuddled in my room listen to music and draw, write or read. 

Right now I am reading this: 

(yes, I'm reading thoreau for pleasure...)

Listening to this:

And feeling very inspired by the colors! 

I have recently been falling more and more in love with the color of mustard. 

I have been seeing it everywhere! 

And when my sister and our friend Lisa came to visit Lisa let me borrow one of her shirts for the night. 

See shirt here

I fell in love and now have been pinning every mustard thing I find on pintrest. 

Is this the beginning of my Christmas list?? 

I think so.... 

Have a fabulously bright yellow day! 

xoxo

forgiveness

Forgiveness.

We, as a human race are capable of many wonderful things.

We can dance, cry and live with out regret.

We have the power to change emotions with a single song.

We live with strength in our bones and courage in our hearts.

And I believe every capable soul has the ability to forgive.

Forgiveness is no harder a lesson to learn than sharing crayons in the first grade.

But it takes time, energy and patience to begin witnessing this beautiful transformation unfold.

The benefit of that transformation is something we all attempt to feel.

That feeling of euphoria when you can finally stop looking behind you and live presently.

That feeling when you can take that breath, breathing out as the weight of the past begins to lift off your chest.

But

You hurt my family? I will never forgive you.

You rape my sisters? I will never forgive you.

You murder innocent children, families or fathers? I will choose to never forgive you.

Because forgiveness is a choice.

We all have the choice to move forward or to stay haunted with the past.

I would never want to choose to live my life in sadness or revenge.

But, if you hurt my best friend…. My mother or my brothers…

Not only are you never going to be forgiven, you will never be forgotten.

I will find you.

lovesperations

All pictures from pintrest.

I've got a crush on you...

I've got a crush. 

It's written all over my face. 

All the time. 

Thinking about them... 

ALL THE TIME.

I'm walking that route. 

The one that goes past his house. 

But is no where close to mine.

I've got a crush. 

Crush crush crush crush. 

It's written all over my face. 

I'm buying them candy

Because they may have mentioned it once. 

I'm blushing, I'm laughing, I can't help myself. 

Ive got a crush, crush crush crush crush. 

I'm smiling at the world.

I'm singing songs to myself. 

I know I am being ridiculous.

Because I am feeling ridiculous.

Call me crazy.

Call me a lady.

Call me a fool for jumping in again. 

Call me crazy.

Call me a lady.

Call me anything just please

Call me maybe.

daysperation

I have been feeling really down on myself lately.

That's one of the main reasons I haven't been writing a lot.
Blogs, I mean. I have been writing plenty.
But

I am trying to keep my hopes and creativity as high as possible.
So

I am staying off the computer as much as possible and walking new ways to class each day.
I've been drawing more and getting inspired about the future. 
But there are

A few things that have gotten me straight out of my funk:

Pumpkin spice candles.

Maple Walnut Coffee.

(Tastes HORRIBLE, but if you open the bag it makes the whole room smell delectable.) 

Phone calls with my beautiful sister. 

My Ducks. 

Dance Parties. 

Distroying people at beer pong.

Falling asleep to the christmas pandora radio station. 

Running. 

My co-op. (The most interesting people live here. Ever.)

And these pictures from Pintrest. 

:) 

 

Have a superbly inspired sparkling day.