Do you ever go about your day fully aware that you're in the mood for a certain type of weather? Tired days pair well with rain. Or company, perhaps? When I need to vent, I know who to call. When I'm feeling social and fun, on the other hand, another friend comes to mind. Food choice is also a common thing determined by mood. Every day around noon, I hear one of my coworkers ask her buddy what's she's "in the mood for." Of course, anyone would immediately realize that she's wondering what to grab for lunch... whether it be pasta, sushi, or a hamburger. You get the picture. With so many options out there, moods can be pretty darn helpful.

Quite often, in a similar way, I crave places. A quiet bookstore in Oxford on a cold and windy morning. Amidst the calm waves of Orange Beach in the early afternoon heat. Off the side of a cliff in Monarch, overlooking a springtime evening sunset. The famous City of Lights at midnight. Each day, I'm in the mood for a different place. Some of them, I've never even been before. Today, for whatever reason, I craved the crowded loneliness of Los Angeles at dawn.

1 || Today marks the first day of spring! All I can say is, FI-NA-LLY. The sun has been sorely missed, and I'm officially sick of cloudy weather. (Also, did you know it's the International Day of Happiness? So make sure to celebrate by doing something that makes you happy!)

2 || I have had the same recurring dream since I was fifteen: I'm backstage of my high school theater, in the middle of a production. Full costume, hair, and makeup. The real deal. I can hear my fellow cast members make it halfway through a funny scene, followed by the laughter of a giant crowd. I feel those familiar nerves start to make their way from my toes and fingertips into the pit of my stomach, and the rush of adrenaline comes on fast as it dawns on me that my cue's approaching. Actors and techies alike rush by me to get to their places, but all I can do is stand there. It's then that I have the most terrifying realization: I've never rehearsed this play. I don't know my lines, I don't even know my character's name. Faced with a crippling dread of failure, I prepare myself for the worse. But I never make it to the stage before the dream ends. A dream decoder might argue that it symbolizes intense stress or worry in a specific area of my life. But I'm willing to bet it's simply a psychological remnant of my theatre days, an ingrained fear of unpreparedness that my subconscious can't seem to shake. Eight years of stage acting will do that to a girl.

3 || Sometimes, all it takes to turn an ordinary day extraordinary is a bit of red lipstick. Or great dinner conversation. An Italian accent. Expensive wine helps, too. Joy can be found in the most ordinary of moments.

Verily allowed us to paint a picture that wasn’t overly precious or perfect, offering slightly gloomy and disheveled vignettes that reflect a lady interested more in her own thoughts and surroundings than her appearance. | The Weaver House

This wistful Emily Dickinson inspired photo shoot was put together last summer by talented twin sisters Hannah and Kelty of The Weaver House, a photography and design company based in Portland, Oregon. It was featured in Verily Magazine's first print issue, as well on as VSCO's creative blog. I'm about 6 months late in sharing my love for these gorgeous photos, but with the unfortunate news that Verily will no longer produce a print magazine having been recently announced, I thought a look back at their beginning in print might be appropriate. Such a beautiful beginning (as well as middle and end) it was.

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