Maybe by now you’re tired of all the beach lounging adventures.
Okay. Last week I went away to Cuba.
It’s almost time for Christmas. It’s almost time to sit around and have laughs with family.
Yes, I love my flowy, boho, ruffles, with crochet, and fringe. We all know that far, far too well.
An evening spent with two friends.
Both of whom respect me, accept me, and love me.
….I dance.
Don’t worry, I haven’t been to an asylum or lost the love of my life *Splendor in the Grass reference not withstanding*
TIFF parties have been rampant, and I’ve gone to my fair share. Wish I could’ve shared all the outfits with you, but sometimes the day just got overwhelming.
Like this day. The day was packed, and my outfit choice for the evening had to be based on “What will still look good after being smushed in the bottom of a bag all day?” So that’s the big grandiose thought process behind this look.
I shot a conference all day, quickly changed in the bathroom, ran to a film premiere, then off I went to the party afterwards. Thank goodness for the trunk of a car which held all my clothes as they came flying on and off.
True, I could’ve passed on something. But when given the choice of spending an evening with good friends or not, I will do everything I can to make it happen.
Despite the crazy day, I managed to grab these shots in the underground parking lot – after just having changed out of work wear.
Moral of the story? A great stretchy dress rolled up in the bottom of a bag still looks pretty okay for a party at night.
Dress – UO 
// Shoes – Aldo // Clutch – H&M
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*
I have very imperfect friends. Some overshare, some drink too much sometimes, some say stupid things at the most inopportune moments, some can be harsh …basically they make mistakes and have flaws, and are human.
All of them are well meaning, and caring, and accepting, and honest.
I can tolerate a lot as long those things are present. Tolerate isn’t the right word. A lot of things don’t bother me because of the presence of the others – that’s a better way to put it. In fact, I count on my friends being imperfect, because that means that they’ll hopefully be forgiving of my own imperfections. Of which I have many, and I try to surround myself with people who will forgive me when I say/do something stupid at the most inopportune of moments knowing that I probably don’t mean it, because I’d like to think I’m well meaning, caring, accepting, and honest.
Tee – Thrifted // Kimono – Arnhem // Shorts – Spell // Boots – Aldo // Bag – Target // Sunnies – I forget
