Home sweet home.

In the past five years, I've lived in at least one different house every year. I've lived a relatively vagabond-esque lifestyle that I used to be quite proud of. I would pack a bag and go here or there as I pleased. A traveler. A wanderer telling myself I wasn't lost, but never quite able to call one place home. 


Since Derich and I have moved in together and turned our house into a home, I know now what the term "home" feels like. Our house is not a permananent house, nor is it filled with children and cookies. Instead it is filled with chihuahua puppies, a clean dishwasher and photographs of our travels. 


I have spent most of my 24 years on a plane or bus or wishing I was somewhere else and now, for the first time, I can't wait to walk in the front door. It may not smell like fresh cookies or look like a page ripped out of a magazine, but it's our home and anywhere feels like home with him.

We've created a safe place to explore who we are, who we were and who we want to be.
Who we are together. 
Our home is a place where he pretends not to see me bite my nails and I pretend not to see him pick his nose. A home where we can be free to be whoever, flaws out and all. 

Although we haven't sewn our roots into the ground, we've sewn our roots into each other to create the base for a long, happy life. He is the mortar to my bricks, the McCartney to my Lennon, and the love of my life.


My grandfather built his house with my grandmother in 1972. The home they built together hosted generations of family dinners, holiday festivities, a safe place to land, hundreds of firsts and memories that are the roots of our entire family tree. 

January seventeenth of this year, he was taken from this earth. He lived a long, healthy life but when these things happen it never feels like you had enough time. This post is dedicated to him, for helping me put my wings away and realizing that a home is not a cage if your home is with the right person. 

And to you Derich, I can't wait to build a home with you, whether it's with our hands or our hearts.

"I love you sugar. Welcome home."


Throw back Thursday

Remember when you were a kid and you had a favorite doll? I don't know about you, but I always felt guilty if I played with one doll more than the others because I was afraid the others wouldn't feel as loved. To outsiders I probably looked like a crazy person but I dressed them, I developed their personalities, their hopes, their dreams. 
                                 To me these dolls were an extension of myself, of who I was.


In art it's known as personal expression.
I created art.
And I have a favorite. 

Jamie and Shanna truly captured the look and feel I had imagined. I remember looking at my team and then up at the sky to thank the universe for sending me such wonderful people. 
I'm truly blessed.
This was a shoot aimed to help me identify with my brand, and I finally pinpointed it after looking at these images for over a year. Bazinga!


The world in which we live.

Inspiration is an incredible thing. It can be found in nature, in music, a cup of coffee, a conversation. In vitually anything! I have recently been inspired during my recent travels, experiences, and I would like to share some of my inspiration with you. 

Driving anywhere always inspires me. The fresh smells on the highway, playlists in the car, and the change of scenery always spark my heart. 

The combination of coffee, Twyla Tharp, and journaling is invigorating. In this photo, I was jotting down 20 observations of a man and a woman interacting. I then attempted to jot down twenty more meaningful observations of a different couple. The point of the excercise was to help determine the importance of meaningful details. Although, they are harder to come up with they are worth it in the long run. 

Conversation! Some of my best styling, designing, or blogging comes from conversations I have on a day to day basis. 

The final inspiration I share with you today, is self discovery. Digging deep inside yourself can pull lots of incredible ideas to the surface. 

As always, I hope this finds you well.