Thursday, October 20, 2016

First of Fall

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” 

New again.

There is a certain kind of comfort and novelty in traditions. For me, the first of fall is apple picking in upstate New York with my family. We go on the same weekend every year to the same orchard in New Paltz. We pick the same kinds of apples in the same parts of the orchards, and then we treat ourselves to their delicious homemade apple crisp afterwards no matter how hot or cold it may be that year. But every year we go, it never loses its novelty. We find new things to laugh about, new beauty to appreciate, and new things to add to our yearly tradition. The view is the same every year, but it never gets old and it never seems less beautiful. It makes me think that I'll miss the day when the year comes around that our trip up north ceases to be a yearly tradition, because as time passes and we grow older traditions change and traditions end. It makes each year here that much sweeter.


Vintage Cape - similar here || Abercrombie & Fitch Turtleneck - similar here || Joe's Jeans Pants || Coach Rain Boots || Club Monaco Scarf

Monday, October 17, 2016


"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do. 
Do you know, you know I love you so, you know I love you so."


The color of happiness and joy, warmth and optimism, sunshine and stars. When my grandmother was younger, she knitted hundreds of sweaters - for her kids, her grandkids, and her friends. I still have sweaters from when I was a little girl that she made for me, and I refuse to let them go because of their sentiment. I hope to one day pass them on to my own kids and tell them that their great grandmother knit them many years ago and I wore them myself when I was a little girl. My mother also received a number of sweaters from my grandmother, and a few of those have end up in my possession like this yellow one. I put this sweater on the other day because I was thinking of my grandma. I still think of her often and the light and warmth that she brought into all of our lives. In her 90+ years on this earth, she brought all of us so much joy and happiness...she was our color yellow.


Sweater {handmade} || J.Crew Skirt - similar here || Vintage Shoes || Bag {Greece}

Monday, October 10, 2016


“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.” 

All the pieces.

Our life is a garden - constantly growing, constantly changing with the seasons, and requiring attention and nurturing in order to bloom into something beautiful. The things that grow in our garden are all the things that color our lives...the people who plant themselves in our hearts. We meet so many people in our walk of life: some who stay and some who go. Like flowers, they are perennial, biannual, and annual. Through all the points of our lives our garden bears blooms of all different varieties. While they bloom the flowers are beautiful, but not all flowers are meant to last. However, the ones that do - the ones that continue to grow - are the ones that bloom for the people in our lives who have deeply rooted themselves in our entire being. They become part of our essence...the aroma of our souls.


Hayden Cardigan via Bluefly || J.Crew Camisole || Madewell Skirt {old} || Renvy Shoes || Chanel 'Le Boy' Bag || Covry Sunnies || Izod Belt {old}