Rebecca Rutherford

09/16/2025

17 years ago, these two fetuses had guitars, just enough money for a 12-pack of Bud Light Lime, and plenty of time to spare.

We wrote songs in our 8’x10’ living room, posted them on MySpace (RIP), and got invited to play a gig at a venue that closed permanently the very next morning (not our fault… I don’t think). From there, we went on to acquire band members, compose countless songs, record an album in a basement, and play at my favorite venue.

We set it aside for a bit after we had our first baby. Our bandmates moved away. We prioritized other things.

My mom asked me to post our prank video on YouTube (she doesn’t have IG or TikTok) and until today I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I ventured onto that platform and posted a thing.

It’s the only video on the original Rutherford Rock Project channel and it might always be that way, so that channel is a tiny time capsule with a single item in it. And so be it.

We were young. Joyfully oblivious. Creative. Pre-expanded-family. Pre-COVID. Prehistoric.

This song, The Limit, was our self-proclaimed first “hit” because some dude whose name escapes me played it on his indie rock online radio station to his audience of somewhere around a baker’s dozen listeners.

I feel like I stumbled upon this today so I could accept the gift my last self left my future self… a reminder to leave gifts for my future self while I’m still comparatively young, joyfully oblivious, and creative. 💕

08/24/2025

Sister and I didn’t go into our Friday night with plans to get permanent ink but we do take accountability for walking into the Tattoo Arts & Crafts Fair so half of what ended up happening is truly on us. It started with a “I’ll pay for it if you let me pick it out” kind of dare thinking I’d make her get a Tw***ie tattoo or something but here we are now with a daffodil and cherry blossom branch. I love it. Cherry blossoms are one of my favorites of all the blossoms. They symbolize the fleeting and ephemeral nature of life, as well as renewal, hope, and new beginnings — perfectly bittersweet. I’ve grown to embrace the transient nature of things — the deeply melancholic and nonnegotiable reality that it’s all impermanent, so to live well is to live now… not yesterday, not tomorrow… only breathing the current air and cycling through the challenges and beauty in the very moment.

Say the words. Try the thing. Get the tattoo.

08/21/2025

On top of it all, I found out through a text.

08/01/2025

06/21/2025

New shoes! New shoes! 👟 Many thanks to our friends at for helping us get just the right new shoes! 👏

Big River Running is a wonderful partner to Burn Boot Camp and their fitting technology, service level, expertise, and selection make them an exceptional resource for anyone who wears shoes. ☺️

They gave the trainers at all 5 of our St. Louis area locations a complimentary pair of shoes and generously added me to the recipient list. 🥰

I brought the fam along too because everyone needed shoes. Left with arms full of amazing athletic goods and happy feet. 🦶 💙

06/20/2025

On a social media diet and haven’t posted much lately but here’s a random dump of photos from May. 👍