I have an artsy husband.

I'm so up on this blog thingy. You know how I know. Cause I'm tots writing this from my phone right now. Yeah me, right?!?

No?

Really?

That doesn't speak of my coolness and blogging skills.

Well I'll be. Ida thought that-a doner {not a clue how to spell that saying. Whatever, you get the point}. 

ANYWAYS. I'm forced to write from my phone cause Husband is prepping for his oh so cool film club tonight. Yahoo Husband! Way to be über cool and have one of those.

Oh... And that's the point of this post anyways, to say "WAY TO GO HUSBAND." Your film club is gonna be great. Sorry I can't be there to cheer ya on. Probably better I don't anyways. I'd be the creeper in the corner beaming with all sorts of proudness.

If you're in the area you should totally go to it. Check them out on facebook here. Tonight they're watching a classic...shhh. It's a secret. Yah, they're cool and diverse like that.

Ain't he cute when he works. 

side note: tonight I fed Husband crackers, cheese & peppers for dinner {I hang my head in shame}. But, in all fairness I did end up making dinner last night so it was ready when Ad came home. AND he said it was greeeat! So I think that about evens out the crackers & cheese for tonight's dinner.

Spring...get your warm little tushy here already

I'm itching for spring. 

The gray wetness has over-stayed its welcome. 

I've enjoyed our few days of snow but now...

I WANT SPRING. 

I want the warm heat on my tosies

and the comfort of a warm sunned car {seriously, best feelin' eva! I'm typically a standard 10 minutes late to everything in Spring cause I just need that 10 minutes of reconnection with a good ol' sunned up car}

I want the ability to leave the house w/out my jacket...just a cardigan...oh WoW.

Sandals...I want sandals. 

{Boots, don't worry. You'll always be my first fashion love but we need a break from one another}.

I wanna go for walks again WITHOUT getting wet.

I want the option to go for a run {note: I said option. Yaaahh, most likely I won't but it'd be at least nice to have the option to should I choose to put myself through that}.

I want sunny park dates.

I want sunny day park picnic dates.

I want SPRING! I want it. COME NOW.

ooo - this is a sight for sore eyes. That there my friend is 12 degrees, baby.

xoxo

Bacheloooooser (title credits to Husband)

Husband was right again. He's been telling me for several years now how redonkulous this show is but I just keep getting suckered in. What is that? I mean c'mon Bonny.

But honestly, Ben Flajnik. You've disappointed me HUGE. I mean, I didn't have much respect for you in the first place or really the whole Bachelor show for that matter {remember it was just a guilty pleasure of watching the world of reality tv}. But tonight. You just had to go ahead and prove how unfortunate it is that I actually watch this poopolah {it's a word. trust me.}.  I mean - grab a little respect for the "women" you're trying to pursue {even just saying women sounds awful!}. If I was the mother of one of those other girls I'd say "have some more respect for yourself daughter. This one is nutta good."

Jen, you're better off.

And quite honestly, perhaps I'm better off to just not watch it.
Cause quite honestly, it does reek of a growing cultural norm of dating and love that is quite frankly contrary to anything biblical or of any redemptive value.

Right though?!? Or am I being too harsh?

Either way. One positive note...I'm all the more thankful for my Husband. One of character and value. What a blessing you are.

I'm a little stinker.

I'm rotten. It's true. I am. I'd love to think I'm like the world's best wife but the truth is I'm SO far from. Sorry Husband to let you down.

Here's a little story of my rottenness and Husband's graciousness.

SO, yesterday I was a real stinker. Like a 2 year old temper tantrum stinker {pretty sure Husband saw a years worth of adult whine in a few hours}. While working on our marriage course homework I ask Husband if he receives enough touch from me. Like the way I rub his back or grab his hand or scratch his palms {he like L.O.V.E.S. this}. He pauses. Like, he REALLY pauses. Then he looks at me. And answers "You've gotten better, but maybe it's something we can continue to work on." Ah what?

This poor little answer did not see what was comin'. Poor little answer unleashed a beast...a PMS beast which is by far the worst kind of beast there is. A beast that realized it wasn't perfect. Far from. Oh how humiliating and tragic. {It really shouldn't have been such a surprise. But in that moment it caught me off guard}.

Thank you Husband for being patient  {even though you said you didn't feel it...I felt it}.  Thank you for seeing the worst parts of me and loving me through it. Thanks for remembering that we're both imperfect. We'll both fail and hurt one another but because our Lord gave of Himself for us we can forgive one another, offer grace to one another, and grow together.

I love you.

Anyways, all this to say that sometimes the bumps in the road and the fights {ahem...tifs, misunderstandings, discussions, disagreements...these sound better, right?} with the one we declare our love to is to be expected.

Perhaps even OK.

Dare I say that?!

I mean, cause sometimes the moment of clarity and connection after is just all the sweeter and more real. Cause sometimes the "tifs" just bond us more.

Or is this just me thinking this? Either way...I'll choose to think it's not. That way I'm not as crazy as I think I am ;)

Plus...make-up snuggles are saweeeet!

monday blues

Tis Monday. Me no likey Mondays. 

Here's 10 reasons why not:

1. It's the first day of the week I have to make dinner...Saturday I don't, Sunday I don't {who am I kidding..I rarely do on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday either}. None-the-less. I don't like it for this reason.

2. After spending the weekend with the little kidlets at church, Monday morn means I'm back in the office. Sitting at my desk. This is me sitting at my desk - unimpressed with Mondays.

4. Creative juice does NOT flow Monday. I just feel bored. Like all day. Even when I'm busy at work...I'm just a bored busy. Hate bored busy.
3. Husband has to work Monday evenings. This means I'm alone. Boo. I prefer to be my introverted self with him.

5. Everyone else is in a Monday funk mood. Which puts me in a Monday funk mood.

6. Things aren't open {by things I primarily mean a few select fave restaurants of mine}. Which is all the more pressure to have to cook dinner. Mega bummer.

7. The day just seems EXTRA long. Why is this?!?

8. I'm horrible at lists. SO Ima gonna skip #8.

9. Also skipping #9 because frankly no one is gonna tell me I can't.

10. It's MONDAY. Isn't that reason enough.

On the plus side...it's Bachelor night! Shameful. I know. 

But don't judge. I'm sure you have some hidden skeleton shows in your closet you'd not like me to go uncovering now would you? Yep, that's what I thought. 

The Bachelor just happens to be mine.

shhh. don't tell Husband I posted this.

That's it. I'm doing it!

Husband REALLY wanted me pass this one up on presenting it to the blogosphere but it's just too stinkin' amazing.

He thinks not so amazing. But I know the better on this one.

So, here it goes.

Oh wait, before I do so. Ya'll must know that husband is manly. Like really manly. Like right now he's working with tools {insert ooo's and awww's} to hang up art around the house.

-- ok side note. Husband L.O.V.E.S. his art, right? But jeepers creepers why does it take a month to put it on the wall where we can actually enjoy it? I think He prefers looking at it standing against the wall. Yah, not so much for me. Husband wanted to do a blog on "real vs. pinterest." Ha. I think this would only end embarrassingly for myself. So no husband...not quite yet. I mean I'm still trying to impress ya'll {ok, just you mom...but is it working yet?}.

ANYWAYS...back to the story...so husband = manly, right. But the other day while watching Ellen {L.O.V.E. her} graciously bless a grandmother in need, I look to my side and husband's eyes are welling up with tears. No wait. correction. welling up with water. Husband wants me to make sure that ya'll know they weren't tears yet.

I think it's sweet. I think it's showing me {and now you} that men can have sensitive spirits. And by george, if water wants to well up in your eyes while watching a mushy moment, just let it happen.

This is the clip that got husband.

Husband, I love you all the more for it. 

meet Sally!

She's home!
The newest member to the Wormald house. Super duper excited about this.
Meet Sally...Sally meet blogger world.

Oh, why Sally? Yah, most things get the name of Sally in my life. It's weird. I know. But Sally she is.

I imagine plenty a evening embraced in Sally's arms.

this week's l.o.v.e.s.

1. Striped Sailors Shirt  2. Frye Paige Boots  3. Rebecca Minkoff Cherish in Stripe Canvas 4. Madwell Leopard Print Skimmers  5. Pendleton Cropped Cable Sweater  6. Marzia Moran Gold Druzy Studs  7. THE prettiest Sandals

missing some quality time

Marriage is a peculiar thing. Really for SO many things. But one particular reason is the fact that I see Adam more now than I did in the 2 years we dated before marriage.
I see him every morning and every night before going to bed {btw, those kisses and extra cuddles during these times are by far the sweetest}. HOWEVER, I still can't get enough of this man. Tonight, is one of those nights where 4 evenings have gone by without some good quality time with my best friend.

I simply MISS him!

Right now all I want is some of this...

       

Oh, and I'll have ya know I cooked dinner tonight and IT.WAS.GOOD!

my sister...one of those...

Meet Patti. Patti everyone, everyone Patti.

Patti is my sister. But not only is she my sister she is one of those as said in previous post.
That's right.

She dreams of cooking! 

She plans her cooking! 

She smiles while she cooks! 

Get this...on the weekend she plans out each weekday meal and does all the shopping for it 

IN ADVANCE.

{yah whatever. I mean I totally prefer day of anyways. I think better on the spot...yah, that's right} 

She said I should invest in a little notebook to plan this out. I told her I DID. I printed out an oh so pretty one from an online free template {p.s. love those by the way...thanks generous online person}. It even had cute little vintage owls all over it.

Too bad I used it for ONE meal. 

That's right ONE meal. 

Epic fail on that one. 

At least I tried.
Half point for me.
Mega points for mega superstar cooking sister.

Anyways, sister was gracious enough to invite husband and I over for dinner last night after I complained I had no desire to cook and frankly no time either {um I have slight guilt over saying this as she works full time and has two children...shameful really}. Anyways, she graciously took in pathetic sister and hungry husband. THANKS superstar cooking sister. Husband's tummy thanks you too.

Tonight I'm going grocery shopping so that tomorrow I can make this.

And yes genius. You read that right. I'm taking another night off from cooking. What? Don't judge me. Husband has to work and he's gone anyways over dinner hour. So don't make me feel so bad! He understands...right, hunny?

monday dinner blues

I have a secret to share with you. Shhh. Keep it between us.

I fail more often than not at making dinner for Adam. 

He's more gracious with me on this matter than I am with myself.

I am such a closet dinner-making-despiser.
Phewh.
Feels good now that the truth is out there...
I am not one of those (you know who you are) wives who thrive at making dinner.
You think about it all day. You just can't wait to begin making dinner. You love the planning of it. You love the execution of it. You even do it in a blissful state. You!!!

Hmpf!

I despise it. Ok, despise might be a little bit harsh.
How about strong dislike?
Yes. I strongly dislike everything about the dinner routine.
The thinking of what to make. 

The rethinking of what to make in lieu of the fact you haven't gone grocery shopping for the week. 

The prep. 

The cutting. 

The burning. 

The "oh, man. We don't have that ingredient! Substitution?" 

The waiting. 

The mess it leaves. 

The clean up. 

The headache.

The way I feel all up-tightish...there is no blissful cooking state in our kitchen when I'm in there.

All that to say...anyone wanna have husband and I over for dinner tonight? You'll be a forever friend!

p.s. just so ya'll know - that isn't some crazy rash on my chest. 

Rather it's what happens to me as soon as I touch my skin. Someone, tell me...is this normal?

I've married the best

Sometimes I'm just so captured by the man I've married. I think to myself...how'd I get so lucky? God is so good and wise to have provided such a man for me. We've just started a marriage course - you know, to get things off on the right foot - and each session reminds me once again how good this man is.

10 things I love about this man:

1. His love and passion for Christ
2. His love and passion for me and this marriage {I'm convinced this is not as common to find as one would think}
3. His goofballness {that's a word}. He's weird...and I love it that way
4. The way he accepts me.just.as.i.am. Quirks and weirdness and all
5. His desire to dream BIG. But his wisdom to remain rooted to Christ and His plan in those dreams
6. The way he is around kids...Man he's gonna be a good daddy! Can't wait for it.
7. How he makes the bed each morning that I have to leave the house before him because he knows how important this is for me to feel organized throughout the day {seriously, if I came home from work at 5 and the bed wasn't made I'd totally have to make it before I got in it for bed...as I said He loves me quirks and all}
8. His ability to make me laugh at all times {even when it's so NOT the time to be laughing}
9. His ability to know how to love me and how to pursue me. He gets me.
10. The way he feels like home after a long trip away.

Thanks for choosing me, sweet husband.
Loves you.

isn't he foxy?!

sweet tooth...I beat you this time.

My line of thinking this evening:

Tonight, while I wait for husband to come home, I'm going to make something sugary. VERY sugary. This amount of sugary to be exact.


Wait...you can't let all those reps of crunches and lunges you just did to be all for not.

Urgh!

Peanuts & fruit it is. So underwhelming.

You won this time conscience! Until next time...

a celebration of love & covenant

I'll always remember the day I covenanted myself to Adam as a day filled to the brim with love.

Disclaimer: Ya'll are about to get serious with me...

People talk about their wedding day as a day full of the best emotions one can feel. Mine truly was that and so much more. Not only was I overwhelmed in the love I had for Adam and had received from Adam, but also the love, support and encouragement from every family and friend who partook in the celebration of this day.

Thank you all for sharing it with us.

Adam, you truly make me the happiest most blessed wife. Thank you.

One thing I felt however that I had not expected was the enormous weight and responsibility I knew that this covenant held. I knew that as a broken, sinful and selfish woman I would not be able to keep this vow on my own. I would need God's wisdom, His strength, His grace, His patience, and His affection for Adam in order to be able to love Adam as I ought to.

Both of our Pastors and friends that spoke at our wedding ceremony reminded us of this. We will inevitably love imperfectly. We will fail the other. We will cheat the other out of selfless affection. We will hurt, harm and emotional batter the one we profess our deepest love and care for. I hate that I have the potential to do this.

But we all do.

I'm convinced, however, that this is why we so desperately need to have Christ in our marriage. I know it to be true that His demonstration of love and grace to a broken and selfish world  is my fixed point in this marriage. I know "how to" love and be gracious to Adam and to receive love and grace from Adam because it was first shown to us (Ok, I still don't know "how to" perfectly...will I ever?).

I love you, Adam. Thank you for loving and showing grace to me, your most imperfect wife.

Here's a few photos of the day we covenanted ourselves to one another.
Best. Day. EVER!

  

Photo Cred. - Elle&R Photography

snowboard or shop. are you kidding me?

The blistery weather did it again. Due to freezing rain Adam and I opted out of snowboarding. My self-confidence is all the better for this. Thanks blistery winter!

So instead of doing something I am all together horrible at...husband and I decided to spend the day together doing stuff we're good at!

This for me was shopping. But not only shopping...shopping rewarded with finding mega deals. Adam graciously perused the stores with me and we rewarded his efforts with some good thrifting. We're both suckers for a good thrift day.

Adam also spent a good portion of the day reading...I stayed by his side and caught up on some magazine reads. 

Take a boo at my FINDS!

1. Gap 1969 Acorn Brown Always Skinny jeans $79.95 - $30.99 + 30% of  2. Thrifted scarf $3.99  3. Large throw pillow $40 - $19 on sale  4. Michael Stars Tube scarf $25 - $13 on sale  5. Gap 1969 black Jeggings $79.95 - $24.95 + 30% off  6. Thrifted navy blazer w/ gold buttons $9.99  

On another note...as a Christian do you ever wonder where Christ is in the desire to shop and consume? I do ALL the time. Every time I venture into a store I ponder the thought. I contemplate my actions...and honestly, I pray for wisdom. But I'm still left wondering...how, in the desire to shop can I honour Christ? I guess I'll leave that thought for another blog post.

i'll beat you yet snowboard

Tomorrow the husband, myself and two close friends will venture out to snowboard. I don't know if I'll get too much rest tonight. Pretty sure the thought of embarrassing myself for those few hours on the hill will keep my up for a good portion of the night. I suspect it'll be a day full of pretending to look as though I know what I'm doing...when really...I've not got a clue!

Let's put this in perspective for you. First time (I say first time as though there's been many to follow - there hasn't), anyways, first time was a whole lot of hours (that's right HOURS) spent on the bunny hill. I couldn't leave it. After hours I still couldn't carve...I could barely stand up. Oh mercy me. This will be interesting.

One redeeming quality of the day I foresee ... at least looking the part in my sweet get up. There's a good probability I'll end up in the lodge sipping hot chocolate looking as though I just mastered the hill. Thanks Bryce family for helping me not be a complete looser.

I'll be sure to post an update tomorrow.

He L.O.V.E.S. me!

After a miserable fail at attempting to make a fire this early weekend morning (Thursdays are weekends for me) I resorted to the only possible thing I could think of to do....wake up husband. So that's what I did. Woke up husband to make wife a fire to keep the wintery cold outside. Bad wife move. BEST husband move. Pretty sure he loves me. Thanks hubby! My cold toes are thankful for you.

dreamer vs. comfort?

Today...well today is blistery. A beautiful blistery but blistery none-the-less. The snow is deep. The air is cold. The trees are white and the hills are flooded with toboggans. But me...well I stay inside warm, comfortable, and comforted by the mere thought of comfort. I hope this line of thought doesn't catch up with me in other areas of life. I mean what if life becomes just that...a hot bed of comfort?

Adam is a dreamer - to his very core! His picture is, I'm sure, posted beside DREAMER in the dictionary (who are we kidding...who uses a dictionary over wikipedia these days). Often he wakes in the middle of the night to write down dreams and ideas that pop into his head - script ideas most often these days. I catch him standing or sitting in in a random place staring off just thinking, dreaming, drooling over the "possibilities" this life's deck of cards could deal us.

My sexy husband - the 'dreamer' - in Hawaii

Me? I'm a dreamer 50% of the time. But for the most part I get caught up in the comfort of 'home', the comfortable, the known, the familiar. I don't know if I like this part of me. Adam is a happy balance for me. Perhaps I for him as well. What a blessing.

me - the 'inbetweener dreamer'

Our pastor and friend said the other week that God (the Great Card Dealer) calls us to be faithful in the mundane of life's activities. Because, really, truly, isn't that what fills up the greater portion of life? The mundane. The mundane tasks of work & errands. And while this is true...and while I desire to be faithful to Him throughout the mundane I fear I'll get caught in it. Do you fear this? How are we to find the balance of being content and faithful in the now while dreaming of the 'what could be's'?

Us - a harmonized match

Hmmm...thoughts.

Meanwhile, our mundane life has decided for us that Ad & I will be all about happy camper dates. What the what is that, you ask? It's the glorious thought that we plan our OWN dates and the other gets the rich task of being the happy camper. Adam's vetoed shopping...Yah yah, I'll give him that one. Although, I'm left wondering how I can sneekishly weave the concept of shopping into this date...IKEA date, hunny?

This Week's Loves

1. J.Crew Selvedge Chambray  2. Ikea Ektorp armchair  3. J.Crew Pearl Jewel Box earings  4. Eclectic Ring  5. Lovely colors  6. Jonathan Adler Chevron Throw  7. Top Shop Turnback Placket Grandad Shift

The Tale Begins

And so it begins...a blog designated for the mere purpose of recording the tales of one's (in this case your's truly) faith in amidst life's journey of love, laughter, style, travel, shopping, thrifting, cooking and all that comes along and in between when two lives clash into one another. The question pushing me forward right now...How is Christ honoured and glorified in ALL of life's spheres? ... yes, including shopping.

It's becomes clearer the longer I've been married that my relationship with my husband has always been one of asking that particular question. He's challenged me more in that line of thinking than anyone else.

Anyways, I'm Bonny, wife to Adam of now just under 5 months. Of course that's not my only identifying marker, as Adam's isn't husband to Bonny. But, as just mentioned, the funny thing about marriage, at least at this point in the journey, is that so much of who I know myself to be is suddenly most understood to be who I am to Adam. So that might sound all too confusing but I trust that as I blog on it will begin to make more sense to both myself and any of you who find your way to this blog.  Until then...welcome to my Diary - a tale of my world clashing and harmonizing with my husband's.

Sincerely, Bonny.