all things new

If you are a frequent visitor (and if you are, I am flattered!), then you may have noticed some changes around here….


In an attempt to make this blog feel a little more official, I have changed the name to Quills and Crystals. Simply using my online moniker as a title just didn’t fuel my creativity or suit my perfectionist ways–so here we are! I wanted something that sounded literary and fairy tale-ish, but I’ll let you decide if it means anything more.

I’ve also changed the theme, but I haven’t exactly mastered this blog’s customization feature, so things look a little messy. General organization for blog posts and links are also works in progress. Honestly, though, what in life isn’t?

And that bit of fortune cookie wisdom leads me to my personal notes for this entry, and there sure are a lot of them. I’m a work in progress, too.

So! Without further ado, here are my updates from Katieland:

At this point, I have shared so many pictures that there probably isn’t a soul who doesn’t know that Drew and I have a feline friend, but that’s not going to stop me from writing about it. We adopted her from a friend’s relative who could no longer afford to keep her, and it was probably the best decision we could have made ever. We lovingly renamed her Constable Chubs (a name suggested by one of our friends). Isn’t she precious?

The Constable likes to sleep all day and sprint around our house at 4am. Her cuteness has only exacerbated my case of crazy cat ladyness, and it’s awesome. Sometimes I wish I could be a stay-at-home cat mom, but I don’t think that’s a thing. It should be a thing.

As great as that kind of life sounds, I have been lucky enough to find a part-time job at Barnes and Noble. Like any job, there are times when I don’t feel like working or days that are utterly exhausting; still, I can’t complain too much, because I am surrounded by books and coffee. As far as retail jobs go, it could be a lot worse.

Apart from my bookseller position, I’ve been doing some freelance writing for a marketing company. That can also be challenging; it can require a lot of research and a lot of time, but ultimately I am grateful for the experience.

Of course, there are new things come my way every day: new friends, new books, new places. New things to learn about God and relationships and my well-being. New pizza recipes and shows to watch. And when I think about it that way, it all seems like one big beautiful adventure.

Here’s to many more.


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femalefriendshipsFrom Sarah’s Scribbles

When I started this post, I thought it would be all about the importance of celebrating female friendships. I thought that I could write an essay that pointed out all the romantic relationships in the media, and how female friendships tend to fall to the back burner. I’d be frustrated, yet hopeful, and anyone who read it would toss out their romance novel and read (or write) a love story about best friends instead.

(You don’t have to throw out your romance novel. Romance is nice, too.) 

Something funny happened when I started that post: the words wouldn’t come.

Don’t get me wrong–I still think popular culture has a long way to go, and I am sick of hearing that ‘girls are too dramatic.’ It would be so nice to see friendship (female friendship or otherwise) as glorified as romantic relationships.

 But instead of trying to convince you of that fact, I think I want to write about how much I love my best friends.

Maybe it is because most of my best friends are several states apart. Maybe it’s because with every phone call and text, I feel more and more blessed. I know I am blessed.


I am blessed because I can get a tattoo in their honor, and I know I won’t ever regret it.

I am blessed because I can call any of them at 4am, and they won’t be mad.

I am blessed because I can express all of my worries to them, no matter how seemingly trivial, and they will say that they are praying for me.

They understand my nerdiness and my awkwardness and make my general weirdness feel not so weird.

Or, you know, they just point out how weird I am, but in that loving, sisterly kind of way that makes me laugh.

They are my soul mates and my sisters. They are the stories I hold close to my heart. They are some of my favorite human beings on the face of this earth.

I know a lot of this sounds hopelessly cliché. But if there is anything I have learned in the past twenty-three years, it’s that love can be like that sometimes.

“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.”- C.S Lewis

I am not the only one, and I am so grateful.


What does friendship look like to you? Why do you love your best friends? I want to hear your stories, so tell me in the comments or send me a message on Twitter