Sooo...your favorite Irish blogger girl missed St. Patrick's Day. I had high hopes of green fashion and doing a Celtic knot in my hair.
Unfortunately, I came down with a head cold and came to the realistic point of a bobby pin with a green ponytail tied in a bow and stuck in my hair. Yeah. I know, sad.

I also missed my posting day, so here's to saying "Let's start over" with a bang. I CHANGED MY BLOG NAME. Don't feel lost, 'cause your still in the right place. This was Mic's Room.
Now?
The Wonderkept Life. Classy, cute, and o' so me, it defines my life in a sentence. I always seem to be 'Kept with Wonder' over something, some feeling, some amazing show of God's power. Wonderkept is a me-designed word for all the beauty I see in life--and everything pure and lovely comes from above. I had wanted to change my blog name almost from the moment I named it. 'Mic's Room' was bound to be temporary because it t'was not creative enough.

Well, now we've gotten creative. And why Wonderkept?? Because we are in wonder.

Do you all like my new blog name?

How did you celebrate St. Patrick's Day?

Studying about that good ol' way

And who shall wear the starry crown?

Good Lord show me the way!

O sisters let's go down

Let's go down, come on down

O sisters let's go down

Down in the river to pray

❤

(a song I have been singing, cherishing, and in awe over.  The astonishing history of it is as beautiful as the simplicity of the lyrics. It' has an undying, eternal flavor that is as the candle that never burns out. Learn + Listen )

Have you heard this song?
Do you pray outdoors?

As November chills have been calling to each other from the burgundy leaves in the trees, so I have been singing 'Down to the River'. I have officially written over 30 PAGES this month. And painting is not lacking. Or movie watching (I WATCHED THE SOUND OF MUSIC FOR THE FIRST TIME. It was epic and watching it makes me happy).



Does 'the Sound of Music' make you happy?
Are you singing 'Raindrops on Roses & Whiskers on Kittens'?

When I scrub the floor I think of Cinderella's voice echoing; when I see a frying pan I think of Rapunzel (and Flynn); when I sweep I imagine some fantasy dwarf (or something of the such) having a good 'ol time dancing with the broom. Sometimes a normal chore is transformed into a dance number; sometimes an adventure is just around the river bend.


When exhausting things are lovely and lovely things are fantastic, what is there not to enjoy?? Sing a little more, dance a little more, SMILE a little more. Be thankful a little more, and all will come in tow. God has gifted us with so many lovelies. Look around.

October. 

It's sound is like a whisper taking flight on the tips of the autumn leaves as they flit through the cool, crisp air. It's like the garland over the gate of the end of the year, looping down proudly with red and brown, gold and orange. October is the flight through seasons, that gently pushes you, happily, into the coming fall.






Welcome October. 

Stay awhile, bring some gifts of Mums and of friends, pumpkins, hot cocoa and such. Then leave slowly, after every beautiful leaf has descended onto the earth floor. Thank the Lord for painting October so brilliantly beautiful.


What are your plans for this October?
Have you ever been in a corn maze or eaten a pumpkin pie?
Have you started knitting yet?

It is my belief that root beer floats are one of the funnest, tastiest things to drink. I also believe that when you take the appearance of your rabbit in watercolor, and give him one of the above mentioned floats, combined with a pair of sunglasses, you have an icon of summer. So, here's to the very last bit of summer '16 *clink*.

“The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.”

~Louisa May Alcott

It is magnificent how much enjoyment one person can have from 200 note cards and a palette of watercolors. Painting is not just the same with every person; it's like writing. It is unique and original to you because it is how you see it. And sometimes it is only you that can see it in that way.




When you look at a blank note card, what do you see?
Do you enjoy watercolors?
Do you find yourself with a desire this world cannot fill?