In a strange way, the trip home marked the end of summer for me. It’s the last trip I get to go on.
Tie up your wide leg pants, pop your hair into milkmaid braids, and head out.
Yes, I know people in Toronto bike year round.
Kiss. The kiss.
Lips touch and universes are born. That’s how kisses should be.
They can be tender. Passionate. Desperate.
Gentle. Rough. Playful.
Romantic. Soft.
But whatever they are, whatever you make them, make them moments when two people come together for a brief moment in time.
Make them moments that freeze a heartbeat.
Make them moments when universes are born. Even if only for just one brief second.
Go kiss someone.
Sometimes our brains freeze up. At least mine does.
Sometimes I don’t know who I am supposed to be, and have trouble reconciling that with who I am.
Sometimes my heart feels too many feels and then I become confused about what I’m feeling.
Sometimes I feel like a little girl, not knowing which way to go, and thinking everyone is an adult around me and has it all figured out.
Sometimes I just need to stop and dance.
It was so warm and lovely and I was frankly really excited to finally wear all my lovely new Spell purchases. It’s been so cold, and I was just itching to get a chance to wear all this pretty stuff.
Honestly, what’s more perfect than a backless ruffled dress for a day spent at the beach and the pool? Nothing. Except maybe one of those delicious mojitos they offered. Those were amazing. As were the Jamaican patties…
…wait, why did I come back again?
That’s right. You read that right. I’m headed to that lovely land. Actually, I’m there right now, and I’ll be home on Thursday very very late. Expect some fabulous shots from Jamaica next week, ’cause weather permitting I’ll be on the beach.
Also, I’ve been looking for that great pair of neutral sandals for a while now, and I’m so thankful to Easy Spirit for providing them. These are gonna go with everything, and I love that they have just a touch of a heel.
In the meantime, get those dresses out, get those frilly tops, and let’s all enjoy the sunshine.
Love to you all.
I look at minimalist outfits a lot…wistfully so. Wishing that my closet consisted of clean black, white, grays – it seems like such an effortless chic sartorial existence. But then you know what? I am immediately drawn to color pattern, embroidery, fringe, and what could be called a sartorially bold choice for the everyday. This vest. Most people would not grab it for their everyday. I did. This vintage piece is now an essential, a must-have if you will *some of you will get that reference, others, will need to click on the link*
And when it comes down to it, it’s the perfect expression of my style.
That, and neutral sandals.
Clearly I’m all about the comfy. In fact, if clothing is restrictive in any way it gets worn very rarely. there are of course a few pieces that are for special occasions, and on those rare moments I tolerate less than full comfort. But generally speaking? No. Generally speaking, it’s low heels, soft stretchy fabrics and ease of mobility. Life is hard enough without making you’re clothes hard too.