Don’t worry, I haven’t been to an asylum or lost the love of my life *Splendor in the Grass reference not withstanding*
Many of you don’t know that I was born and partly raised in Poland. I literally came to Canada on a boat. Yup. That’s right. I learned to speak English and adjusted to life in Canada. It’s just me, my Mom, and my sister here.
Right now I truly consider myself Canadian. As much as I love Poland, and of course all the family still there, if I had to choose an identification it would very much be Canadian. But that doesn’t mean I’m not Polish. I read books, and consume media, and there are habits and traditions very much alive amid all that Canadian-ness.
And I also can’t resist throwing a little Polish traditional garb into my style occasionally, like this scarf.
Denim shirt – Chi’qle // Tanks – H&M // Pants – Lululemon // Boots – Aldo // Scarf – from Poland
Sometimes all you need is to throw on a dress,
grab a tea,
and go for a walk with a friend.
And hug your troubles away.
That helps.
*Hugs*
Dress – Ruche 
// Shoes – Aldo // Necklace – TopShop
I used to hate the phone. I hated it because you couldn’t see the person when you talked to them.
I love those moments when you sit – coffee shop, park, whatever – and a silence falls.
People fear silence, but I love it. There’s a silence that happens when there is comfort. There’s a silence that happens when you sit with someone – friend or lover – and neither of you feels the need to speak but can instead sit there in each others presence.
That is the best. But now texting has come. And I text a lot. A lot. And I miss the phone. I find myself missing the call and talking to someone. Hearing their voice and hearing the silence. Texting is even further away from that elusive presence sitting.
So call me. Don’t text. Don’t ever text.
Dress – Arnhem // Belt – Hadley Pollet *thrifted*
We all feel it. We all react to it. It’s fight or flight, right? We either run towards, or away from it. Fear, in some way or another, motivates us. I don’t think it’s all bad either. It’s just a part of our being. An emotion, both good and bad. It can hold us back, but it can also motivate us forward.
Trying new things. Being honest with someone. Telling people what you want, what you need. Pursuing dreams. Being yourself. There’s an element of fear in all of it. so, like I said, I don’t think it’s the bad emotion we think of.
I like the idea of fear. Usually when I feel fear, in our modern society, it’s not because of actual danger. It’s usually because there’s something I’m thinking of doing or saying that’s outside my comfort zone. In that case, I need to check in. Is this indeed something that I need/want to say/do?
If so, then the fear is a great barometer of my honest self. Am I being honest with my self? Truth and honest and full living, while deeply fulfilling can be a scary concept. Embrace the fear.
this post has been brought to you with a smile.
Romper & Kimono – ThreadSence
*old* // Sunnies – c/o Woodzee // Necklace Homegrown Boutique // Boots – Aldo
Something about sitting around a campfire with moonlight and starlight streaking down. With a lovely whiskey and good friends, there is perfection. I did that.
I had friends – loved ones – around a fire. Relationships deepened. Laughs were had. I became a marshmallow hero. It was beautiful, in that imperfect, not profound kind of way.
All I did was sit around a campfire with some people, some could say. But my love for them deepened. And I could convey a million words in simply holding my good friends hand and watching the fire burn the past.
Kimono – Spell Designs // Tee – Skyline Fever on Etsy // Shorts – Target // Necklace – Lustre Boutique in Montreal // Sandals – Threadsence
….a year ago. She didn’t pass, she just decided to stop being friends with me. I haven’t spoken on this site about it at all because there is privacy which I like to retain once in a while. And I’m not really going to speak on it here, except as context.
She was my best friend. She was someone I considered a sister, and her abrupt and complete departure from my life shocked me, betrayed me, and left me with a hole. Not wanting sympathy here, just giving you context.
Since then.
Since then, I’ve organically gone outside myself. The many times I would’ve spent with her, I have started spending reaching out and getting to know others. Over the last year and a half, I’ve forged real and strong relationships with a variety of people. I’ve come to know a great many wonderful persons, who each bring something different into my life and who each excite me in a variety of ways.
I write this now, because I realized today that I’ve been stretched beyond my energy this week. How have I been stretched? In the most wonderful of ways. By the beautiful people I know who have reached out to me to spend time together. And I’ve realized that there is no longer a hole. There is only a blessing. I am blessed to have so many people that make me laugh, that touch my heart, and that accept and love me as I am, and want to spend time with me.
To any of you who’ve been dancing with me, rehearsed with me, played games with me, or had a drink with me: Gratitude. You are not taken for granted. You are appreciated.
“My cup runneth over.”
Dress – Arnhem // Sandals – c/o Easy Spirit // Necklace – Fair Trade and made in Bolivia.
Who doesn’t love being a little cheeky? A little coy and innocent on the outside but a tempest of wit and salaciousness inside?
Enter the French brand, Lochers. Because who else does the cheeky innocent better than the French.
Top – Lochers // Skirt – One Rad Girl // Shoes – Aldo // Sunnies – F21 // Bracelet & Earrings – Ruche
I love that my girl is strong willed and free spirited. But does she have to be soooo strong willed and free spirited? About bed time? And about food? And about, oh well, everything??? It’s like corralling sheep where the sheep are baring their teeth, not listening, have spikes on their hides, and laser beams shooting at you from their heads. It’s just like that.
She’s freakin’ cute and sweet as hell, but when that other side comes out, watch out! Plus, you know there’s only so many questions a woman can answer in a day before that questioning inflection at the end of a sentence makes your brains explode.
Obviously, I love that she’s very inquisitive, but dear Lord do I breathe a sigh of relief once she goes to bed and I have no more questions being pelted at me in rapid fire succession.
Pass the wine.
Vest – H&M // Cardi – Old Navy // Dress – Ruche // Boots – Aldo // Socks – F21 // Necklace – FreePeople
…is hard to find. I find that they’re either too bulky, too loose, or too tight. Anyone else have this problem? No? Okay, so maybe it’s just me. That’s all good. This tube top was kind of an accident. It was a bodysuit on sale for so little that I couldn’t resist. When it came *final sale of course* the whole thing was too short on me, but it seemed like such a waste. So I cut it and made it a casual tube top instead.
That being said, it’s still not ideal. So internet peeps, where does a gal find that perfect tube top?
Top – Motel Rocks // Jeans – Lucky Brand // Shoes – Winners // Sunnies – F21
