Everything’s for sale.
Positivity does not equal banality.
Ah yes, the beach.
A road trip isn’t a road trip without pit stops…
Usually, I speak about thoughts or feelings, or – obviously – fashion. I talk about the journeys I’m on, the things I’m struggling with, or the *little bits of* wisdom I have to share. Today is different.
“Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and Laugh…” – Kerouac
Patterns and colors. I love them.
I like the idea of a morning wedding. You can wear a pretty floral summer dress and not get too crazy with the formal wear. I always find it a little stressful when I’m expected to get super glammed up, because glam isn’t really my thing and so I feel like I’m lying the whole time. I much rather prefer that line of pretty but not formal – it allows for a little mess and unkemptness, which is a bit of a staple of mine in life.
Also, wedges. Wedges are fabulous especially when the wedding is held in the historic Distillery district which features many a cobblestone streets.
So yes, morning wedding everyone – do it. It leaves you the whole day to celebrate, eat, and dance.
But I cling to it.
Desperately.
Hoping that enough warm breezes, enough overgrown fields will freeze the moment. Will keep the seasons from changing, from passing, as they must.
While away it was a pure joy to run down this country road. It was long and hilly with lots of great farms along the way, and I was able to just not think and run while listening to Tina Fey’s Bossypants. Whenever I turned off the main road and saw this tiny little shed, I knew my run was really starting. It marked the first third of my planned mileage and this is when I felt I could really open up. On the way back, the shed gave me hope that I was but a mere third from home and yes, I really could do this. So you see, either way it has some great feelings attached to it already.
I made a mental note to come back on a walk and take some outfit shots along my favorite country lane and tiny shed.
I’ll miss you.