Sunday, September 25, 2016

This Week's Flowers (7)

Fall is finally here, thank goodness. We are so ready for cozy sweaters and warm coffee. However, just because it's fall and everything's "dying", we don't think that you should lose your color! So, we got these little cuties to add to our plant family to give us a little more light. We'll see how long we can keep these babies alive. I'm betting on one week (which would be pretty good for us...)

Monday, September 19, 2016

Walking in Memphis

By: Kaitlyn 

The past few days have been an absolute whirlwind of inspiration, kick-ass ladies and no sleep. This weekend, I traveled to Memphis for a little over 24 hours to visit my girl Natalie Meagan.

Nine months ago, she came to me with an idea of starting The Crybaby Club for sensitive souls and here we are now with our own small business and community of thousands of awesome creatives from all around the world.

We were at The Cooper Young Festival in Memphis this past weekend, a huge festival that features a ton of artists and local businesses. We had our own booth this year for The Crybaby Club, and the experience was incredible.

My Milwaukee self wasn't exactly prepared for the muggy hotness that is Memphis, but we had LaCroix and wine in hand to help us through the 12 hour day. Although exhausting, it's a day I just want to repeat and recreate for the rest of my life. We met so many people who follow us on Instagram and people who were discovering us for the first time and whose positive vibes just oozed out of their souls.

This whole experience only reaffirmed my truth that if we were all kind to each other in small ways, the world can be a better place as a whole. So many people thanked us for the smiles, hugs and reassurance that they matter. Some people even cried because we were there exactly when they needed us. We didn't do much. We were simply there. And that's all that you need to be.

Be there. Be kind.

With those two things: we can make this world brighter.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Rethinking Soulmates

By: Kaitlyn 

I never really liked the idea of soulmates when I was younger. I didn't like to think that there was only one kindred soul out there in the world for me and that I would somehow have to find them amongst the other six billion people in the world. It would be impossible. And there was no amount of Disney movies to be watched that would convince me otherwise.

I have been lucky enough to have met several of my soulmates in my life and I know that I will meet many more. Because here's the thing: soulmates aren't just one single soul that you will romantically connect with in the world.

I have met kindred spirits in my life where I knew immediately when I met them that there was something different about them. Maybe we had uncanny similarities, maybe we just clicked, but there's always been something when I meet these people that tugs on my soul and whispers, "This soul and your soul are the same."

I have had several of these moments in my life, none of them being romantic in nature. And the thing is, I know I could have had this experience hundreds of other times and that I will have this moment endless amounts of time in my future.

I don't think that there's only one person out there for people. In fact, I think that perhaps we are all each other's soulmates. There are stark similarities amongst all of us and collectively we combine into one whole soul: every individual is a part of that.

What an exciting thought---every person we meet in another extension of our souls. It is so beautiful.
We are soulmates. 

Monday, August 15, 2016

How to be An Adult

By: Hilary Neesam

I wish someone had warned me about turning 27.

For instance, I wish someone had said, hey girl, just so you know, because you’re like totally an adult now, things are going to be different. There are days, more often than not, that you will feel sad, bored, and incredibly lonely. There are days, more often than not, that you will wake up and wonder where in the world your unbounded imagination went (why don't you want to fight pirates anymore?). Every single day you will wonder if you’re doing life right, and you’re definitely going to wonder, every single day, what “doing life right” even means. All of this worrying and fear and self-doubt is going to almost kill you. And that’s no hyperbole. You are going to have to fight to survive.

But nobody warned me. Not really, at least. What a crock of shit.

For the longest time I tried answering the question what am I supposed to do with my life? What am I supposed to do?! Well, brush my teeth, eat my veggies, get some vitamin D. I know I’m supposed to do those things. But what am I supposed to do with my LIFE? Well, what do you get when you mix an elephant and a rhino.

Hell. If. I. Know.

I’m 27 and still as confused and anxious as I was at 15. I think my problem stems from expectations. When I was young and awkward and so utterly uncomfortable in my skin, I always expected, and took comfort in thinking, that as I grew older things would eventually get better. But now that I’m an adult (and therefore exceptionally full of wisdom, obviously), I’ve finally caught on that there will always be something to take the place of a pimply forehead or a bad basketball game.

A friend of mine made a good point about expectations at different stages of life. When you’re a child, you’re hurting for reason a, b, and c, but it’s okay because when you become a teenager everything will be better. Then you become a teenager, and is that ever awful! Because now you’ve got responsibilities, PUBERTY, a new a, b, and c to worry about. But damnit, you’re still alright because when you graduate and go to college... Oh boy! Will THAT ever be the bee's knees! (Okay, I admit, college WAS the bee’s knees, but it also was terrifying and telling and all kinds of depressing.) No fear, because when you become a REAL adult you’ll finally have your shit together... See where I’m going here? To be alive is to suffer, and no matter what stage of life, any living, breathing human being is a testament to this cold hard fact.

Something I’ve been doing a lot of lately to cure my quarter-life-crisis blues is travel. I’ve hightailed it out of Wisconsin more times than I can remember because I thought leaving would help me discover the missing pieces of the puzzle called life. But when I reflect on all the trips I’ve ever taken, I can’t help but think not everything is as it seems.

Washington, Montana, California, Florida, Utah, Colorado, Texas, North Carolina, New York, Michigan, Georgia— so many expectations I had for these places, yet they are all as busy, beautiful, and messy as the last. And whenever I arrive home, I am left only with the realization that my life is one big blur.

Disclaimer: Don’t get me wrong. I love traveling. It helps me breathe easier, it makes me more curious and appreciative. But I’m not going to pretend it’s a cure for all my struggles.

Someone once told me, "you alone are responsible for the quality of your life."  I think that person was maybe an alcoholic, and I think she was drinking a cocktail when she told me that, but she speaks truth. Each individual is liable for their future. And it's part of growing up that we start to recognize this liability. I understand that we are not promised a damn thing, that emptiness and loneliness are probably the only things we are close to being guaranteed. I understand that bad things happen and good things happen and sometimes you’re sad and sometimes you’re happy. I’m also starting to understand that just about all we can do is endure.
All of this being said, I’m not a total depressive and dispiriting cynic. I’m not sure why I wrote it, really. Just venting I guess. Just trying to get this out of my head. I’ll blame it on a quarter-life crisis. I’m happy a lot of the time. I’m sad some of the time. Being an adult rocks my socks off. I love the freedom and knowledge I've obtained as I've entered into adulthood and who I've become because of it, but sometimes it just kind of sucks. When a child, it is impossible to know that little by little, day by day, you ultimately will forget what it was that made you want to fight a pirate in the first place. I think I just really miss fighting pirates.

I’ve chosen to live a life set by my own standards (difficult but doable), and I try to encourage others to do the same. I try my best to make the quality of my life Grade-A, like an oil change at Jiffy Lube (damn if that shit ain’t expensive). But I don’t think I’ll ever figure out what the correct way of adulting actually is. At least I can find comfort in knowing absolutely no one has it figured out.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Open Letter to the World,

Dear world,
Hello, my darling.

Let's be real; the world has been kind of a scary place lately. No, not kind of--it's been terrifying. And every time I wake up and read the news, another part of me breaks for you. It breaks because I can't fathom the misunderstanding people hold for one another. It breaks because I just want to scream at them to listen. It breaks because none of this has to happen. It breaks because I know that we are so much better than this. So much more.

And I see you.

I see you crying and I see your soul broken. But, if there's one thing I know it's this: the power of your tears. Your tears fall on us and they pull us up with their strength and purity. Your tears fall on all of us and we're forced to look up and pause. Look around. And pause.

Forced to look at what we've done. Intentionally. Unintentionally. To see each other, truly, for the first time.

We see your strength... we see our strength. And that is beauty.

Your soul won't heal by itself, but as your tears fall, more and more people will listen.

We hear you.

Your soul will heal because I know that hatred is misunderstanding and misunderstanding is avoidable. Your soul will heal because I know it's possible for everyone to listen, to care. Your soul will heal because I know that we are so much better than this.

And, with the good that I know is in all of us, we will heal. Together.


Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Abigail Mercaldo: Cousins

Photos by: Abbie

It's been great the past week with my cousins visiting. With my grandparents moving in recently, I get the opportunity to see my extended family more often than I have in the past. My cousins are stunning (clearly) but they have such a contrast in personality. I think it shows pretty well through these photos. 

Friday, August 5, 2016

Sunflower Fields and Sunray Hearts

Last summer, we stumbled upon a beautiful field of Sunflowers near Madison and as the Instagram posts starting popping up again, we decided to take a spontaneous mini road-trip to the fields of sun. With all of the tragic happenings around the world lately, it's easy to forget that there is good in this world. That goodness is all around. Soak it up.