hi, beautiful. love always, yours truly.

dear miss beautiful,
hullo, lovely! I do not believe we have had the pleasure of meeting quite yet, but 'tis always a delight to cross paths with new people.

perhaps, you've never left a comment. perhaps, you don't even follow this blog. perhaps, you haven't even read this blog yet until now, until this very minute. I see 330 visitors in my followers box, but perhaps, you are one who does not follow publicly or maybe does not keep a Google account. 

yet, I would like to take a moment and welcome you. acknowledge you, because you are truly what allows this little garden o' mine to flourish. without you, I'm just a girl who rambles about the ordinary life she lives. with you, I'm the girl who types her heart out to the world. 

hi there beautiful! my name is miss imperfect. I love blogging, because it gives me a canvas where I can sit down and write about the world descriptively, perfectly; but sometimes I believe that blogging portrays my world as "picture perfect." 

m'dear, behind this screen lives a clumsy fifteen year old girl who half of the time likes to think she knows what she is doing, takes less-than-perfect photographs editing them with a free photoshop, rarely drinks out of a "proper" tea cup, pretends to be martha stuart {even though I dislike her very much}, eats too much sugar, has never completely read a Jane Austen novel that she raves about, and rarely uses the correct diction. I don't always capture photographs of sunbursts and golden hour. I should like for all my posts to be simply compelling, evoking tears and emotions, and completely riveting, but looking back most of them are ramblings and utter nonsense. I should like to think of all of my days beautiful, but believe me, darling, sometimes I sob when lulled to sleep.  

I am human. I have faults. and I thank you. 

for having the patience to read my nonsense. because without you, there would not be a "Grace's Garden Walk." so darling, on those hard days, sit down, breath, brew your self a cup of tea and know you are loved. you are cherished. and know that I am always thankful for you. even though I don't know your name. 

but someday, I hope I will. 

love you,

the girl in the garden.

{photographs via pinterst}

postscript :: I shall be posting another giveaway soon. ;)