The personal blog of Chelsea Dawn Owens

When I got engaged. 

I was just going through my engagement photos and thought I’d share a couple. Such a happy day to remember. Not long now until we tie the knot :)

The perfect accessory to match the perfect season is the perfect fall coat. Searching to find mine.

Five things I love

1. My dad for surprising me with a leather bound Jane Austen book containing all seven of her novels

2. A bench seat I found at a furniture consignment shop. I foresee one of these in my future

3. A beautiful fall day

4. A pokeball my friend knit for me! 

5. Coffee with red lip kisses

For the past couple of nights I have been unable to sleep due to an incessant cricket outside of my window making such a racket. So as I lay awake last night plotting Mr. Cricket’s demise I decided to make up a story about the critter in order to ease my pain and perhaps learn to relate to him. Here it is:
Once upon a time in a land that was mary there lived a cricket by the name of George. Now George was unlike all of his cricket friends in many ways. George was quite unsightly; larger than any other cricket and extremely awkward. Where all the other crickets sang out in a joyous rhythm, George could not hold a tune. His voice was ridiculed and he was bullied by all the crickets in his community. However, due to George’s monstrous size his voice was also large. He could sing louder than the rest of his cricket friends, but never allowed himself because of how horrible his pipes were. One day George was going through his book collection and stumbled upon Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. As he read the story of how Rudolph, different than all his other reindeer friends, used his nose to save the day and guide all the reindeer to safety suddenly it all became clear to George. He could be to his cricket friends what Rudolph was to Santa. His larger than life voice could unify all the crickets in the area by singing out louder than any cricket ever could. For you see every night all the crickets were lost on how to began their chirping because they had no one to guide them. That night cricket George went out in front of all his cricket friends and started to chirp as loud as he possibly could and one by one the crickets joined in realizing that George was the answer to all of their problems. George swelled with pride as all his cricket friends congratulated him. For the next week George was thought of as a king and all his cricket friends worshiped his glorious pipes. One early morning as George was just laying down to rest, for he was so tired from chirping all night long as loud as he could, he heard a noise that could only be described as thunder and the ground began to shake. Before George could process the noise he turned around and to his horror was obliterated by a lawn mower. 
Meanwhile in a house not far away in the land of mary a young girl awoke to the sweet aroma of freshly cut grass. To her complete and utter astonishment what accompanied the smell was something she had missed for such a long time…sweet blissful silence.
And she lived happily ever after in such a mary land.

For the past couple of nights I have been unable to sleep due to an incessant cricket outside of my window making such a racket. So as I lay awake last night plotting Mr. Cricket’s demise I decided to make up a story about the critter in order to ease my pain and perhaps learn to relate to him. Here it is:

Once upon a time in a land that was mary there lived a cricket by the name of George. Now George was unlike all of his cricket friends in many ways. George was quite unsightly; larger than any other cricket and extremely awkward. Where all the other crickets sang out in a joyous rhythm, George could not hold a tune. His voice was ridiculed and he was bullied by all the crickets in his community. However, due to George’s monstrous size his voice was also large. He could sing louder than the rest of his cricket friends, but never allowed himself because of how horrible his pipes were. One day George was going through his book collection and stumbled upon Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. As he read the story of how Rudolph, different than all his other reindeer friends, used his nose to save the day and guide all the reindeer to safety suddenly it all became clear to George. He could be to his cricket friends what Rudolph was to Santa. His larger than life voice could unify all the crickets in the area by singing out louder than any cricket ever could. For you see every night all the crickets were lost on how to began their chirping because they had no one to guide them. That night cricket George went out in front of all his cricket friends and started to chirp as loud as he possibly could and one by one the crickets joined in realizing that George was the answer to all of their problems. George swelled with pride as all his cricket friends congratulated him. For the next week George was thought of as a king and all his cricket friends worshiped his glorious pipes. One early morning as George was just laying down to rest, for he was so tired from chirping all night long as loud as he could, he heard a noise that could only be described as thunder and the ground began to shake. Before George could process the noise he turned around and to his horror was obliterated by a lawn mower. 

Meanwhile in a house not far away in the land of mary a young girl awoke to the sweet aroma of freshly cut grass. To her complete and utter astonishment what accompanied the smell was something she had missed for such a long time…sweet blissful silence.

And she lived happily ever after in such a mary land.

Oh how romantic Jane Austen is. Oh to have lived in a world so refined and poetic (although I definitely would miss having rights as a women). I just adore escaping my current world for Jane Austen’s world from time to time. Today has been one of those days and I have been occupied with watching several Jane Austen films and mini series. I know many people would disagree with me, but I do love the Pride and Prejudice version with Keira Knightly (even if it did take several artistic liberties). Also, BBC never fails to put out wonderful Jane Austen mini series. Emma and Sense and Sensibility are both so wonderfully done. I especially like the Emma version with Romola Garai. If you have never seen them I recommend taking a day to escape into Jane Austen’s beautifully written love stories if only for an hour or two.

Love this song from the Pride and Prejudice (2005) soundtrack called “A Postcard to Henry Purcell.” It is the amazing scene where Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy have the heated dance at the second ball. So intense! 

I just saw these three cupcake ideas and absolutely adore them! The third picture is baby clothes wrapped to look like cupcakes…what a perfect idea for a baby shower gift!

some other great inspiration ideas that are just lovely!

Some of the my photos from my trip to Scotland this summer. Such a beautiful country; I cannot wait to live there! 

Took another walk today, brought my book out with me and watched the sunset. The simple things sometimes are the most meaningful. Remembering all the families who lost loved ones on this day. My thoughts and prayers go out x

Bathroom Inspiration

Bedroom Inspiration

Kitchen Inspiration 

While I was in Scotland visiting my fiance he took me to a little village in the Highlands called Plokton. I have never fallen in so much love with one place before. It is the most quaint fishing village that sits right on the Loch Carron. I will live there one day if the Lord permits!

Had a lovely rainy day walk today, enjoying the signs of fall! Something about the season makes me giddy inside. I want to go and buy every fall candle and drink all the pumpkin spice lattes I can manage!

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