Waiting.

There they are. Just waiting to be dunked, dipped and swirled. Remnants of color held between their bristols, proof that once not so long ago they were needed and loved. Now, they just patiently wait. They will be ready when their day comes again. Looking at them, I recall the joy I have when holding them in my hands. I will paint again. I will.

My doodads.

Organized chaos of doodads on my wall. Ribbon, buttons, eyelets, tags, scraps, paper flowers, glitter (oh, yeah!), did I say ribbon? I get dreamy just peaking over at them during the day—oh, how I long for more time to play with my doodads. At least for now they provide inspiration and a constant reminder of how much I love to create. Thanks dear doodads.

It's love.

Seems like yesterday looking at this photo, but 4 years have already flown by. Time is not standing still. Careers, moves, doggy, child, houses, cars, trips...so many big life things, so many highs and so many lows, too. Just so very glad that I'm not in this crazy thing called life alone. Having love on my side—there is no better reason to zing.

The reason.

She. She makes me zing. and zong. and zing again and again.

Taylor Elizabeth Lavin.

It is only fitting that my first ever blog entry is about the inspiration behind it. In May of 2006, she entered our lives. When she was itty-bitty, my husband and I called her zinger and sang her our very own zing-zong song. We could be found humming it throughout the house. For those of you who have met her, you'll know why the nickname and song are fitting. She zings.

What is zing? To me, it's the feeling you get when doing what you love or seeing something/someone you love. It's a noun. It's a verb. Yes, one can zing! And my hope is that by sharing about the zillions of things that make me zing, you'll find the zingers in your life, too.