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Fall & Evergreen FAshion
Farmer's Market Haul
This morning, after doing yoga, the kids and I headed over to the farmer’s market. We’ve been waiting for good weather to grab some peaches and after three thwarted attempts, we woke up to sunshine and immediately headed out the door lest we miss the opportunity due to another swift summer storm.
Immigrants, Ancestors, and Bullies
I laughed at Tatay’s seeming attack, but with my Filipino-immigrant-father-trying-to-connect-with-his-daughter ears turned on I responded, “I never told you I was bullied because it wasn’t until I was this age that I finally understood that I was bullied as a kid.”
A Fashion Reminder
My love for pairing sneakers with a dress began when I was a sophomore in high school. I was styling some items; a pair of small-flare jeans, gray Converse with pink trim, a red thrifted fine-knit cardigan, and an abstract floral tube top dress with an asymmetrical hem were laid out on my bed and I knew I had something.
A Chill Spring
As the weather warms and the days get longer, I feel my body begin to release the tension of the winter season. And that release manifested in spring cleaning projects and the unearthing of my dresses and other light and flowy clothes. I’m ready to chill, but alas, it is early spring in the midwest and the weather is, literally, still chill.
Freedom in Laughter
I I was listening to Glennon Doyle’s podcast, We Can Do Hard Things, with Gloria Steinam titled, “Laughing Our Way Through Liberation.” while grocery shopping and I couldn’t help but “yup” out loud, well aware that I was in a public space. This episode caused a lot of self reflection and I needed to write them down to make sense of the awareness I was coming to, how I use my laughter.
One Dress, Three Ways
I love when one article of clothing has so many possibilities. It’s my favorite thing about capsule wardrobe — making the most of the clothes you have. I explored that with this Sweet Baby Jamie dress.
Love a Little Better
Despite the quippy quotes on loving yourself and all the happiness book recommendations, I found myself among women who still complained about their bodies, who were embarrassed by the mess of their homes, and endlessly critical of every detail of their lives. I’ve spent years trying to understand what God meant because I saw so many working so hard to love themselves, and the love for their neighbor never came.
Another Year Older
In January I turned thirty-three. I am typically a big birthday recognizer and celebrator, but since entering my thirties with lots of gumption followed by exhaustion and memory loss at thirty-one, and then depression at thirty-two, I wanted this birthday to just slip on by. To my surprise, I actually enjoyed this birthday. It was a nice, gentle, and simple celebration with lots of cake and ice cream sundaes. Sugar really does help the medicine go down.
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