This kid.  I can't take it.

Repeat.  Repeat. Repeat.
Beth, your music recommendations never disappoint.

Happy sunshiny Saturday to you.

Sadly, I also know that the enemy, armed with the lies of this world, wants to destroy who God has created them to be.
Matt (vocals) added a verse for little girls and one for mothers.
With the help of my rad friend Angi, (who used to man the merchandise table with me back in the good old days) we put together a little printable to encourage the girls and women in your life.
You can find it by clicking here.

You're beautiful.

P.S. They have shows in Phoenix, Pomona, San Clemente, and Bakersfield this weekend.  I'd love to see you there. Click here for deets.

It's been a while since I have been able to cull together my weeks via Instagram.  It is almost to the point of becoming flashback Friday instead.  So instead of starting where I left off, I am jumping right back in with where we are right now.  Hopefully I will catch up.  Or not...

You know those events on the calendar, the events that you count down to, the kind that get you through the CRAZY that is all around you, just knowing that each day you survive, means one day closer.  One less day to countdown.

We just had one of those events.
Five concerts in five days.

Four Supertones shows.

 A no kids allowed road trip.
(Dave & Jess instagrammed driving south on the 5.  We immediately copied as we drove north. So awesomely dorky.)

One Mumford & Sons show.

One epic weekend.  Spent with dear friends.  The generous hospitality of strangers.  Dinner with Katy.  Ministry.  The celebration of a year of hard work in the studio.  Successfully brainwashing Jason and Jessica to become Mumford fans.  Mwahahahahahaha.

I am deeply, truly, so very sad that it is over.
It was just what our hearts needed.

No words could properly describe how much fun it was.

How magical the Hollywood Bowl is.  Or how perfect the Mumford show was.
Or how amazing our seats were.
Good food.  Hipsters.  Strange opening bands.
Twinkle lights.
What more could anyone need?

Or how much we are thankful for friends who get, love, dream, pray, encourage, and laugh with us.

So thankful.
Now if I could just find a way to make the 400 miles between our two houses disappear...

I want to introduce my big, scary, dream come true.  Something decades in the making, something that I have stopped and started more times than I can count.  Something that seemed equally possible impossible.  It just took someone to look me in the eyes and ask why not just try?

So try I did.  I took the files that have been hiding in a folder on my desktop.  The ones that I have been dreaming of and working on for longer than I can remember, and I did something with them.  Then I added some more.  I bought a domain.  Set up an Instagram account and Facebook page.  I ordered business cards. I did a test run.  And now I have a t-shirt company.

Is this real life?

In case you are like me, who loves a good origin story, I designed my first t-shirt my sophomore year of high school.  Eons before Photoshop and really any useful graphic programs, it was just me and whatever art supplies I had on hand.  I took my design and drove it to the local screen printer in my 1979 Volvo station wagon.  A week later I picked them up, and the Trabuco Hills High School swim team had official shirts.

Fast forward a few years, I start dating a boy, who happened to be a drummer, who's band happened to need people to man the merchandise booth.  At the time the booth was actually not a booth, just shirts piled on whatever table the venue gave them.  I enlisted the help of my mom, and together we sketched out a plan, purchased PVC pipes and built the Supertones first merch booth.  My friends and I painted the banner, because free labor is way cheaper than a sign shop. 
Pretty much every weekend you could find us here.  It still holds some of my fondest memories.
And perhaps my least fond hair color.

Since then I have steered clear of the boxed hair dye at CVS, and designed the occasional shirt for church, for adoption fundraisers, etc.  Each time I would design one, the dream in my heart would be rekindled, and then pushed away.  One of the main factors was the fact that I had yet to find a soft, durable, flattering shirt, that washed well.  I knew that if I were to pursue this dream, I could only stand behind a shirt that I would actually wear. Know that I am extraordinarily picky.  I have too many shirts that started off soft, and then pilled after a wear or two.  Or even worse the kind that when you buy them they are portrait shaped, and after one wash they are landscape.  NO.  I finally came across the brand Bella+Canvas.  With that discovery I knew that this dream could finally happen.

So here I am, a girl standing in front of you with a bunch of t-shirts, asking you to love them.
Because I really, really do.

Tomorrow I will share where the name came from, and the heart of what I plan to do with this adventure.
Eeeeeek!

Taco Tuesday at the in-laws.  April.  Finishing a project.
Star Wars Day.  My marathoner.  Talent show.  My boys.  Small friends.  Pager love.
Pool parties.  Moms & Muffins.  My mama.  Them.  His mama.  Nancy Drew.
Treat yo'self night.  More small friends.  School musical.  PW potluck.  Eight.  Starving baby.
Beach curls.  Magic moose.  Much Ado About You planners.  Open house.  Dave & Jess.  Sisters.
Baby Supertones. Wild animals.  Appreciating teachers.  Feeding people.

The end.
May really was my fave.  Because May was pretty rad.

Now on to June...

P.S.  PicMonkey has collage now!  Holla.

Here is a peek in to the simple and sweet of our funny, sunny and full days.

Pool days, water park days, beach days.
That is what summer is made of.
That and no socks in the laundry.

The Target dollar spot.  Necessary evil.  One dollar junk that breaks, annoys me or I secretly throw away.
But one dollar illustrated classics?  Genius.  Best $5 this girl has spent there ever.  Especially since my little reader goes through a book a day.


If you are my mother, do not look at this picture.
But know that all eyes were accounted for.

Thinking of naming our son Al Carbon.
Because that is what I have been living on.
Soooooooooo good.

 Another Kindyl creation.
Seriously, watch for her on the Food Network in a few years.

 As long as they will let me, I will be that mom with the matching girls on holidays.
$6.95 dresses for the win.  For the fourth.