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When I left you in part one, guests were filing out from the cathedral, while my bridesmaids attempted to bustle my dress. Outside the church awaited drummers and dancers in white, part of the traditional wedding recessional in Cartagena. I love curating joy. I had been so excited about the surprises of the weekend, such [...]
Our wedding day began before anyone else was awake but the birds. Jeremy padded up to our private rooftop with coffee to finish his vows. I welcomed in a hair stylist who couldn’t speak English, then creatively called the front desk for a bellhop to please translate while we smiled politely at one another in [...]
My dream is all my favorite people in one place for a few days. Those were the most memorable weddings I had attended. Ones where you left with sweet memories whether inner-tubing down the Vermont River, a turkey shoot on Thanksgiving Day in Alabama, or seven friends in an AirBnB in Spain. On Thursday when [...]
Darling, if you have never been properly introduced to Cartagena, Colombia let me tell you about the city we got married in that we had never visited! First, while we never intended to post this, I’m sharing the home-VHS-tape-esq video we texted to our friends and family to invite them to save the date for [...]
After our ceremony in Chateauneuf-Villevieille we headed down the mountain to Villefranche-sur-Mer. This was one of the two alone times Jeremy and I had throughout the day, and all I can remember is that I wanted to lay my head back or on his shoulder, but couldn't do either because of my hair and the [...]
On Monday September 10th, 2018 I awoke very early in the morning in Nice, France, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea to marry my handsome Jeremy. Just four days after we surprised six friends with where in the world we're flying to, and that it wasn't for a bachelor trip but an elopement. Followed by a delightful [...]
There’s a paradox in my style: the more I’ve learned to dress my shape*, the less I’ve felt the need to.
There’s a paradox in my style: the more I’ve learned to dress my shape*, the less I’ve felt the need to.
A few years ago I never would have worn this piece. I wanted everything to be fitted. Not tight all-over, but without realizing it, I had told myself that I needed to prove that I was thin, that if I wore clothes too blousy, baggy or big I would look heavier. [Backstory, I was 20 pounds heavier at one point which at 5’4” and at the time a professional dancer going to work-aka-auditions in a leotard, was a tough season.]
A few years ago I never would have worn this piece. I wanted everything to be fitted. Not tight all-over, but without realizing it, I had told myself that I needed to prove that I was thin, that if I wore clothes too blousy, baggy or big I would look heavier.
[Backstory, I was 20 pounds heavier at one point which at 5’4” and at the time a professional dancer going to work-aka-auditions in a leotard, was a tough season.]
Traveling throughout Europe for a few months I became aware that certain cities have a style aesthetic. Of course there are tourists, but if you pay attention you can spot the locals and start to see a trend. In Paris the style is drapey, slouchy. It’s fashionable, they’re not drowning in their pieces, there’s a cool cut or hem or fabric happening. But everything nonchalantly says “Oh this? I just threw this on”.
Traveling throughout Europe for a few months I became aware that certain cities have a style aesthetic. Of course there are tourists, but if you pay attention you can spot the locals and start to see a trend.
In Paris the style is drapey, slouchy. It’s fashionable, they’re not drowning in their pieces, there’s a cool cut or hem or fabric happening. But everything nonchalantly says “Oh this? I just threw this on”.
I used to hate pink. I’ve always been feminine, but sure to distance myself from that girlie girl aesthetic -- Charlotte in Sex and The City, boutiques with “keep calm and buy more shoes” mottos next to tiara decor.
I used to hate pink.
I’ve always been feminine, but sure to distance myself from that girlie girl aesthetic — Charlotte in Sex and The City, boutiques with “keep calm and buy more shoes” mottos next to tiara decor.