M Y B E L A T E D V A L E N T I N E

V-Day 17

"To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance." — Oscar Wilde

 

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Featuring:

In her first blog appearance

H A P P Y

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Wearing

Shirt …. Buffalo Exchange
Jacket …. Hand-me-down
Pants …. Good Will

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With musical appearances from

Jimi Hendrix // Bob Dylan // Dan Auerbach
Beach House // The Beatles
The Doors
&
Fleetwood Mac

 

XO

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T H E S I L K Y M O N T A G E

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Hello World,

If it seems like the sky is falling (and girl ((or boy)), I know the feeling. As of late, quite literally — “raindrops are fallin on my head”), then can we just please take a blessed moment to stop — “hey, what’s that sound?”

[“Everybody look, what’s going down.”]

“It is the sound of…” // s e r e n i t y.

Wait, what? Look, I’m sorry if I’m not making sense. I’m speaking my own language. And I’m hoping some of what I’m saying will speak to you.

Speaking openly can be a challenge. Letting people see our thoughts, our process, our personhood. I can’t speak for you, but I can speak for myself. And for me… It’s easy to get comfortable in my head. Too comfortable. 

And to just kind of…

live [there].

In that headspace.

One of the things I’m working on as an individual with social anxiety is making my outer environment a safe space. By projecting a kind of shield of serenity filled with self-bliss. And here’s how I do that.

We all have our things that -to us- encapsulate pure bliss. Think on it. I’ll think on it, too. 

Okay, got it? For me it’s things like…

Things like:

Watching scary movies on a gloomy afternoon. Rediscovering my favorite headband from oh… let’s just say somewhere between 1-2 decades ago, emphasis on the ‘teens. (Shoot man, I’ve lived decades.) Or feeling luxurious lounging -oh so casually, darling- in silk pants and cashmere top on your one. Sacred. Day off.

All this while presumably eating bonbons by the fire. Duh.

Okay, so that last bit is [a bit] of a fantasy. And of course, I can’t always have all of these things at once. (Sometimes even at all.)

But sometimes. Sometimes dreams do come true. Like discovering said dreamy silk pant/cashmere top duo for $9.50 at the local Goodwill. And the gorgeous, gorgeous Cole Haan loafers pictured below?

$15.00 at my new favorite thrift store in the heart of downtown.

(You could of course purchase these bad boys brand new for upwards of $100.00 — but, really, why torture your checkbook?)

This spells  B L I S S to me. But hey, I’m a simple girl.

What’s your bliss?

Think about it. Find some sort of way to clothe yourself in it. Know that you can do this. You got this. And you are surrounded by a fortress of love.

Go out into the world and live your beautiful purpose.

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xo
grace

Music is therapy. For those of you wondering, 

raindrops are fallin on my head” | Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head by B.J. Thomas

“hey, what’s that sound?”//“everybody look, what’s going down.” | For What It’s Worth by Buffalo Springfield

“It is the sound of…” | The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel

Clothing described above.

 

 

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F A L L I N G I N T O F O C U S

 

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Hello World.

It’s been a little while, hasn’t it? Seems I’ve been so caught up in the life-things happening around me that I’ve forgotten to tend to myself and the things I love.
(Like this little blog – humble thing that it is.)

In the meantime, fall has made its slow descent upon Texas (–mostly in the form of pumpkin spice everything. It’s still a cool 80+ most days, but we can pretend, right?)

And something else we might agree about: this is the best time of the year, is it not?

I mean, c’mon. Crisp fall days give me life. (Ironic, since dead leaves abound. But I am dead inside, after all… kidding.)

But in all seriousness — there is something about the cool chill of a brisk autumn day, the ritual of pulling out jackets & sweaters & scarves knit by your grandmother, the warm and fuzzy feeling of spiced cider in your belly (+ rum for extra warmth).

And of course, the beautiful (dead) leaves.

It’s a time for change – it’s a time to let the past go – it’s a time for renewal.
And fall does it with such style.

Now, it is true that our own personal style can say so much about us. But perhaps it is more powerful than even that. Because our clothing is also a means of saying what we sometimes cannot. It’s a visual perspective. It’s a silent voice.

And perhaps I am  run n i  n  g    a w  a  y  with an idea, but it seems to me that by breathing new life into old items you not only give voice to the past, but also speak to who you are working to become — all of this in the present moment.

So. I’m not going to pretend that I wear such tailored attire on a daily basis, but today was a pressed cotton blouse and oxfords kind of day. And let me to you what, I felt like a regular lady in this.

[Despite finding myself at a Britney Spears kind of Crossroads in my life.]

Surely history has shown us by now that a confident woman can take on the world?

I’m just here to kill the game.

(And okay, admittedly I don’t always know what that looks like. But today it felt like this outfit. And sometimes that’s good enough.)

I promise we’ll chat again soon.

Grace

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Outfit:
Blouse | Anthropologie Sale
Skirt | Thrifted
Belt | Fossil Outlet