special delivery

Special Delivery 1-1So far, this week has been nothing but pleasant surprises. They began on Monday night when I received two amazing parcels. The first was a highly anticipated one, and was discussed in this blog post here. The second was one that I had completely forgotten about, thus rendering it the best surprise bar none.

If you guys can recall one of the earliest posts from the Home series, you will remember reading about a stand-up fellow by the name of John, who showed us a snippet of where he lived, both on land and at sea. John is such an incredible photographer, one that I first came across on Instagram but have been following on his own blog as well. On Monday night, I was lucky enough to receive a print of his in the mail that was taken on one of his many voyages. Once again, I cannot stress enough just how important Instagram has been to me over the last year. From meeting new souls, to selling store items, to receiving positive messages and slowly honing in on my own photography skills, this community has been incredibly beneficial in so many ways.

With my good mood remaining, and the realization that summer is not yet slowing down, the following morning I could not stop thinking about one of my only hats that I currently own. It was also currently missing. With no trace of it for over a year, I concluded that it must be hidden in a box that we had yet to unpack from our many moves. This particular accessory is very important to me. I had first come across my black derby four years ago in Denver, CO, yet I didn’t actually purchase it until I had returned to Canada and could not get it out of my mind. I believe that my true longing for it went much deeper, however. Growing up with a love for Casper comics, I had always adored Spooky and his ‘doiby’. Unbeknownst to me, I wouldn’t actually own one until twenty years later. When I returned home yesterday morning I had decided to search for this hat. I opened what was the first of about thirty boxes, and there, buried at the very bottom, was my derby. I can promise you that I said a little prayer of thanks to whatever gods of luck have been on my side lately. 

Of course there have been a few downs, as well as more ups, but all in all it’s turning out to be a really special week. If only each and everyone of us was always this fortunate! Lady Luck, please don’t leave me now.

<3

Emory

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  1. That really is a beautiful print. So glad to find out about John because I’ve been looking for artwork recently…

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  2. GREAT SURPRISES.

    – N

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  • Hello, friends. My name is Emory. I live on the Canadian prairies with my husband, daughter, and animals. Welcome!
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  • Thank you to all those who liked, commented, and sent me messages yesterday. I am overwhelmed by your love. I would like to share one more thing. Since 2013, I have used my blog as a creative outlet and my Instagram account as my diary. I feel it’s a much better platform to reach out to others, and to be more truthful (if we dare). I try to only follow those who don’t always show the ups and highs of their “perfect” lives. While I think that the more popular, beige square, ad-infused, California chic, glam mother accounts are beautiful, I also find them to be depressing and unoriginal. A miscarriage is real. It is nothing to be ashamed of. If you don’t choose to discuss yours, that’s totally fine! I needed to share mine in order to begin my grieving and healing process. I am now a mother to two children. This is something that I did not want to, nor will I ever hide. Yes, our second child came much too early and did not survive, but that does not make his/her life any less worthy. Our baby was alive at one time. Our baby has a soul. Now, our baby has a name and will forever be part of our family. We are a family of four- three on earth and one angel in heaven. So, thanks again all. Sadness. What a difference a year can make. Last holiday season, Remy turned 10 months old. She had just gotten her first two teeth, and on Christmas morning, had learned to crawl. This year, we are mourning the loss of our second child. I suffered a miscarriage this week, and it has left a deep void in our family. This was going to be our Christmas card where we revealed to friends and family our joyous secret. Now, it remains one of our only photos as a family of four. Because of this, I want to share it with the world. Give your children an extra hug and kiss for me tonight. You are so blessed to have them. All my love, Emory.
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