Wednesday, March 26, 2014

packing for europe, part 2

Here are some of the clothes I'm thinking of bringing on my trip.

clothes for europe

I hate wearing pants. And I'm not going to wear dresses on days when I'm walking around for 8 hours. So leggings and jeggings it is. I'm obsessed with HUE and Lauren Conrad leggings. I don't know if and what jewelry I'm bringing. And as for shoes I'm sticking with a pair of Low-Top Chuck Taylors and a simple pair of black flats. And even though I haven't bought them yet, I'm in love with these Lauren Conrad sunglasses.

To see some other things I'm bringing on my trip, check out this post.

Monday, March 24, 2014

packing for europe part 1

In a few short weeks I am heading on a two week trip to Italy and Spain. I've been obsessing over what to pack and what to leave out in order to be prepared but travel as light as possible. Here are a few miscellaneous items I've either decided I (probably) have to bring or have purchased especially for the trip.

packing for europe

Friday, March 21, 2014

photos by the lake and in the forest

About a week ago I got to spend the day with one of my favorite people and take some photos. It's been a while since I've been able to spend a day like this. We drove around for a while, ate pizza at a spot on the lake then walked around one of our favorite parks. I've been slowly going through all the pictures and finally touched up all of the best ones. Here you go:

Thursday, February 27, 2014

things are/n't happening, but I'm still here

I haven't gone. A lot of things are changing. A lot of things are staying the same. I'm working on some things. Here is a year-old photo that I tweaked. See you soon.


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

on nostalgia, turning 23//self portraits

As I was saying yesterday, last week did not go as I anticipated. In regards to this series I've been doing "on nostalgia, turning 23" I had intended to make two more posts, one with photographs from my years in college and one for self portraits, and to have them both up by my birthday last Sunday. Obv, that didn't happen. I won't lie and say I didn't have the time, I definitely did. It's that I got so frustrated with how poorly my weekend was going I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So I've decided to skip the post with photos from my college years, and to post some old self portraits.
That's what this is.  Self portraits from the time I was very young to somewhat recently-ish.

Here goes...

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Not What I'd Hoped For

Sometimes things just don't go the way you planned or wanted or thought they would. The last 5 days of my life have been a testament to that. My birthday was Sunday. I asked for Saturday and Sunday off work so that I could spend it with my family and boyfriend. But then Southern Virginia, where I live, got hit by a massive snow storm on Wednesday. We had two feet of snow at my house. 45 minutes away on top of a mountain, my boyfriend had nearly 30 inches. Under different circumstances the snow probably would have been really cool and a lot of fun, but instead it was just a pain the ass.

First of all, my house is on top of a very steep, windy, mile-long hill. I was driving home just as the storm started; it was so fast and accumulated so much that I couldn't make it up the hill just within the first 30 minutes of the storm starting, and ended up having to park at the very bottom and walk up the whole thing in the snow while hauling my camera bag around. That sucked. 

The next two days, Thursday and Friday, I wasn't able to go into work because everything had shut down and I couldn't get to my car even if they were open. At first that was kind of nice but I really need the money. The store I work at is closing in a week and I haven't been able to find anything else, so I just lost about $150. Then, Valentines Day and my birthday rolled around, which I had been planning for, but my boyfriend was never able to dig his car out enough to make it in at all. That sucked. I didn't leave the house at all from Wednesday until Sunday, to go out for my birthday dinner, and the appetizer we ordered had a hair in it. That sucked. 
My point is that you just can't count on a lot of things. Sometimes things just go wrong to no fault of your own, and sometimes that seems to happen all at once. For example, everything that happened this weekend, me losing a job that I had grown secure in because the store is closing. None of these things are in my control. None of it is happening because I did anything wrong, they just happened. That sounds like it should be comforting, but it can be hard to accept. I don't like the feeling of not being in control of my life, especially my ability to make money and be stable. You have to accept it, though, or you'll get stuck. So that's what I'm going to do. It might take me a while, but I'll do it. 

At least in those couple of days I got to spend a lot of time with my cat, Little Bear, watch a lot of TV, with an indisputable excuse to be lazy for a while, before that while became way too long.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

on nostalgia & turning 23, part 3

On to part 3!

So I'm skipping over a few years, but those years were not my best. I am nostalgic for them in strange ways, and I have many many photos from this period, but they are not ones I wish to share.

These photos took place when I was turning 18 was one of my favorite periods of my life so far. I branched out a lot. Made a few of the best friends I've ever had. Got out of a bad relationship and into the one I am in now and have been for nearly 5 years.  Also please excuse the absolutely terrible quality of these images. This was before I started scanning my photos properly, it's kind of embarrassing. Regardless, I love them.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

on nostalgia, turning 23

Today I'm going to continue sharing some old photographs that hold the most nostalgia for me. I'm going to try and post them as chronologically as my memory will allow. These photos are primarily from ages 14 through 16 in my first two years of high school. 

Monday, February 10, 2014

on nostalgia: beginning

I am a nostalgia junkie. Always have been. I get really sentimental about my past and the past in general, and am sometimes the victim of golden age thinking. This type of inclination is strongest in periods of transition, which I am definitely in right now. But this month it is amplified even more, because it is the month of my birthday. On Sunday I am turning 23.

It is sometimes disheartening to think back to 16 or 17 year old me and about where I'd thought I'd be at this point in my life. There was so much I didn't understand about everything that is involved with growing up and how time really works. But then again, I may not have thought that far in advance. But when I remember myself in my adolescence, I like who I was. I like myself now, though I'm different, though I'm a little older, I can't help but feel I've lost something, some spark of sense of wonder, like I was always waiting. My mind has gotten more logical, it simply doesn't process things the same. I like who I am now. Still, I don't want to disappoint that girl I have in my mind sitting in her room, waiting for life to start, waiting for life to be beautiful like the photographs I spent most of my time gazing at. 

One of my best friends and favorite people considers birthdays to be the true New Years. (Which only makes sense, right?) On my birthday she'd always say Happy New Year and encourage me to make resolutions then. I still am in that habit. This week I'm going to try and post photographs from the last many years that represent moments of my life that I am nostalgic for.

As an introduction, here is a terrible scan of the first polaroid I ever took. I was 14 or 15, I can't remember exactly. I don't think I have the original anymore. I gave it to someone who didn't deserve it. It  was taken at my late grandfather's farm, with the pond in the background. I walked out into the yard and scared a bird out of one of the birdhouses my grandmother left on the fence posts. I managed to get this photo as it was flying away from me, probably frightened. I was proud of this.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

January, track 1,

When I was a junior in high school, when 2007 was turning into 2008 (I think, it may have been 2008 going into 2009, but I'm pretty sure I'm right.) I decided to make a soundtrack for the previous year. Twelve songs. One for each month. I've wanted to do it every year since then but I always forget, and it's really hard to go back and think of all of the songs for each month. I've decided to do it this year, month by month. This is for January.