easter weekend {via instagram}

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1.  date night {ish}
2.  margaritas and mexican food…the best.
3.  i made these!  from scratch!  all by myself!  lemon blueberry muffins.
4.  i mean…cute. 
5.  mi familia on easter sunday.
6.  i ended the day with a rainbow peep kabob.   

i hope you had a lovely easter weekend, too. 

happy monday!

our weekend


what i wore:  denim jacket + camo – jcp // tshirt – american apparel // bag – uo

after spending several days indoors, fighting that gnarly sinus infection, i just had to get out of the house and breathe a little fresh air.  on sunday afternoon, we packed up the kiddos and attended a local art exhibit.  afterwards, mark snapped a few photos while zoey and taylor ran around, climbing on things.  otherwise, the weekend was filled with a bit of spring cleaning and organizing future projects.

ps.  our little wren is 19 months as of yesterday!

currently // march


loving :: easy spring looks, like this and thisteal accent walls.  a fun floral print.  this chair!  pretty easter egg crafts.

reading :: frankie magazine.  love.

watching :: BATES MOTEL.  it’s pretty good so far.  anyone else watching??

thinking about :: selling vintage…again.

anticipating :: trips to the flea markets!

listening to :: MS MR // savoir adore “dreamers” // goldroom “fifteen”

working on :: making healthy choices.  like no cream or sugar in my coffee.  baby steps.

wishing for :: a rainy day or two.  {april showers bring may flowers??}

i can’t believe march is nearly over.  it’ll be summer before we know it!

happy sunday, friends.


{this post was inspired by kelly of our lovely lives.}

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hi all!  i’ve been sick for the last few days with a nasty sinus infection.  being outside for any length of time causes sneezing fits and watery eyes.  my nasal passages are totally blocked…i’m miserable!  hopefully, with antibiotics and nose sprays, this infection will clear up in a day or two.  until i feel up to posting more, i thought i’d share some photos that i took a few days ago.  this chick loves playing outside.  it’s her favorite thing.


work out

***i’ve been working on this post for a couple of days.  i think “body image” posts {if that’s what this is} are easily misconstrued.  i’ll either look like a skinny bitch complaining about her weight OR… a skinny bitch complaining about her weight.  when really, i’m just a girl, struggling with making a lifestyle change.  i think what i’m looking for is inspiration from women like me.  women who have had children, women who are getting a little older and need to work a little harder, women who want to live a healthy, fit life the right way.  not by starving themselves or eating leaves for dinner, but by making healthy choices every day.  choices that will benefit them mentally and physically.  i’d also like to say this:  i love my body, it’s beautiful.  it’s birthed two children and for that i am grateful.  my issue is not with what you see on the outside – it’s with what i feel on the inside.***

i used to be fit.  i used to run 5-6 days a week, at least 3 miles a day.  i hiked and did weight training.  i was so proud of my tight abs and defined arms.  my butt was tighter and my hips were straighter.  and then i had zoey… ever since, i’ve been soft.  my tummy is squishy and my butt is sorta droopy.  my underarms flap when i wave… now before you roll your eyes and sign off, hear me out.  i’m petite and thin, yes…but i’m not fit.  and while i am not one of those skinny girls who complains that she’s fat, i am one of those girls who eats shit food, doesn’t do one second of anything physical {for months at a time} and then complains about/wonders why she’s not fitting into her pre-pregnancy jeans.  that is the girl you should be annoyed with.  the one who complains, but doesn’t do.  oh sure, i’ve gone on walks here and there, but it’s not frequently enough nor intense enough to shed the fatty deposits that have settled comfortably beneath the “smile” of my butt cheeks.  we’ve attempted “diets”, as well.  while they work for a short amount of time, it’s hard to keep up with the expensive grocery lists and the time-consuming prep.  plus, i like food.  i’m not one of those girls who skips meals {on purpose} and then eats a carrot stick for dinner.  can i get an amen?!

where is this coming from?  last week was not a good week for me.  i was cranky and had no patience.  i wasn’t sleeping well and i was eating horribly.  i sat in bed one night and just cried.  what am i missing in my life?  the answer was clear… i’m not taking care of myself, physically.  i’m not making good decisions for my body.  i have become lazy.  it’s time to make a change.  no more excuses. 

monday after work, i dropped zoey off at nonnie and papa’s house and i went for a run.  it felt so good.  i felt like the old me.  i felt strong and inspired.  i only ran for 35 minutes {using the couch to 5k app as a guide}, but it felt like a successful first attempt at getting back into something i truly love.  i’m running again tonight and i’m really looking forward to it!

i guess maybe i’m saying all of this out loud because i’m hoping to inspire other women, as well.  it’s so important that we support each other.  just remember that when you’re healthy physically, you’re healthy mentally, too!  you’ll have more energy, you’ll sleep better, you’ll feel stronger.  and if you lose a few pounds along the way…great!  there’s nothing wrong with wanting to fit back into those pre-pregnancy, pre-marriage, pre-anything jeans.  wink, wink

i’m interested to hear your thoughts…your inspirations…your motivations.  please share!

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last night

last night, all i wanted to do was have a couple of margaritas and relax on the couch with mark.  i put zoey down for bed and crept quietly away from her door, strategically stepping over the creaky spots in the carpet.  i knew she wasn’t asleep yet, but i had high hopes that she would get comfy and drift off quickly.  i breathed a sigh of relief as i made my way down stairs, grabbed a plate of food and joined mark in the living room to catch up on our shows.  let the weekend begin!  however, within a few minutes, zoey was whimpering and squealing, no doubt chatting with her animal friends.  we tried to ignore it, thinking that she was just getting situated, but then she started calling out our names.  ugh…heart melt.  maybe she needs a diaper change?  so mark headed upstairs to take care of business.  i listened intently as they chatted a bit and soon, all i could hear was the rhythmic creaking of the floor as mark rocked her back and forth and eventually, to sleep.  another sigh of relief.  nope.  as he attempted to leave the room, she woke up, crying even harder this time.  mark came downstairs, defeated.  what in the world does she want?!  slightly irritated {and selfishly wanting to be done with all things kid-related for the night} i trudged up the stairs.  she was standing up in her crib, tears streaming down her face.  i picked her up and held her, patting her back and trying to calm her down.  within seconds she was passed out on my shoulder.  i held my breath and gently laid her in the crib…as soon as her head hit the mattress, she woke up crying.  grrrrrr…what is up with this chick?  my impatience was growing.  i picked her up and she clung to me like a little monkey.  so tightly.  legs and arms wrapped around and holding on for dear life.  instantly, all of my frustration melted away.  i stopped for a second and thought…maybe she just wants to be held.  maybe she needs to feel close to someone.  she’s a baby, but she’s human.  we all have bad days, we all need to be hugged and loved more on some days than others.  hell, i had had a less than stellar week and needed a little love, too.  so we swayed, mother and daughter, cheek to cheek, feeling the most comforting love on the planet.  however, she was still a bit squirmy…sleepy indeed, but not quite comfortable.  like most moms, i ran the gamut of possible problems:  diaper?  clean.  teething?  no.  stuffy nose?  nah.  still hungry?  nope.  and then it dawned on me:  she’s wearing a loose t-shirt instead of the usual tighter fitting jammy set!  so i changed her shirt and crossed my fingers.  again, she fell asleep on my shoulder.  not long after, she lifted her head and sleepily motioned to her bed.  success!  i put her down, covered her up and snuck out of her room.  …all that time i was assuming she needed a little love and maybe she did {!}, but it seems to me like she just didn’t like the shirt she was wearing!  it made me laugh because my dad tells me that from a very young age, i was especially particular about my socks.  still am!  i never sleep in them and i can’t stand it if they don’t line up properly on the heel or toes.  taylor is the same way.  anyway, even though it was a very small problem to solve, i solved it.  i made her happy and comfortable and of all the things that i can’t figure out as a parent, it’s these little moments that make me feel like a good mommy.

oh sweet friday // vol 42


hello, friends!  happy friday. 

i’m hoping to provide you with “original” content next week.  until then, please enjoy these links!

*how much do you love this look/styling?  i know, me too.  and guess what?  i have a vintage faux fur jacket that is nearly identical to the one she is wearing.  interested?  i’m looking to sell it.  email me at barefootandvintage{at}gmail{dot}com if you want the deets!

*i am digging the great deals offered on brickyard buffalo!  low low prices {for a limited time} on handmade goods from small businesses – decor, accessories, paper goods, clothing, etc etc etc…i’m sort of in love with this arrow tote from eleventy-five.

*my friend stacey is so brilliant.  take a gander at this diy she threw together with a few thrift store finds.  {so cute!}


*pinterest faves:  style // eat // bedroom // diy 

this weekend is calling for a little relaxing, dinner + drinks with friends, a trip to the farmer’s market and a diy or two. 

have a good one!  

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