The ultimate cliche–gone back to my roots. Watching movies where the character seems to have lost it all, they return to where it all began. In that process the realization sets in that what was once lost has been there the whole time. Living in that cliche I’ve learned the core of your being stays the same, no one can take away experiences, your love for people and the things that created you.
My life is in constant motion, the sun rises and the sun sets and not a single person can stop that. Anxiety provoking? Yes. However, it can be therapuetic in way knowing the current situation won’t stay as it is as long as I keep waking and resting with the rest of the world. Opportunities keep yeilding themselves to me, and every one I take I learn something new. I am grateful for what is yet to come and for all that I’ve had.
I’m en route to New York City as we speak to add another experience under my belt, Coterie. A global event really, the mission: to present and sell spring 2019 of various designers to retailers around the world.
Wearing Zara hat and dress, Coach boots
A few weeks ago I committed the greatest crime–stealing from my mother. We’ve all done it, if not from mom then from a sister or bff for sure. Sometimes, in my opinion it’s better to ask for forgivenes than permission in these cases. I’ve also been on the other end of this equation, and I am always skeptical to let one of my pieces go. My mom snagged this Elie Tahari top for quite the steal, and showed it to me immediately during my lunch break. I can’t lie I was sooo jealous, I love a great deal, hell I get a rush from it! But, I let my mom have it knowing someday I’d sneak it into my wardrobe.
After asking me to help her clean and organize her closet (a fun hobby of mine I should make money doing it) I saw the top and took it home with me. Posting it on social media was brave and I gave credit where it was due. She actually loved how I styled it and wanted to borrow my pants! I had to share her version, she literally stole my look Joan Rivers style. Who says mommas can’t look just as good!!
Wearing Elie Tahari top, Free People jeans, mom in Zara booties
I do this for myself. I create my own canvas.
For years I’ve struggled with feeling like I had to choose between two versions of me. Raised on a small farm secluded from the neighborhood kids I developed a strong bond to myself and my family. I learned about who I was from a very young age because I spent a lot of my time alone with my thoughts.
Fast forward to now and I can tell you a piece of me remains that way, however, I crave the stimulation of a buzzing city, art and creativity. I long for diversity and variety in people and places. When I am in the city I miss the farm and solitude and when I am in upstate New York I miss the stimulation. I’m learning how to find that balance and blend my two worlds together.
I love capturing the contrast and really sitting with it. Officially knee deep in my mid-twenties I have learned to love myself even more and found ways to express my creativity and truest nature. I feel that many people in my position are still struggling to find that truth bogged down by the pressures of society. College may have given us the diploma, but where do we go from here? How does the self fit into this new landscape yielding to us? And so I turn to things like photography, writing and fashion to give myself the outlet not provided to me, reestablishing my genuine thoughts, my raw creativity.
Wearing Michael Kors romper, vintage 1980’s belt, H&M boots