HI HI HI HI.
If you follow me on the Instas, you know I spent the long, holiday weekend in North Carolina with one of my favorite people. The trip ended an up-and-down August with a much-needed mix of relaxation, good food and more wine than my 31-year-old body can handle. I crushed a Southern chicken biscuit at Krankie's, hiked at Stone Mountain State Park, caught up on girl talk, endured a three-day hangover and got lots of Maizey cuddles, which are the best.
I'd like to say I'm looking forward to a quieter September, but I've overcommitted to life, per usual. However, one thing I'm determined to do is start blogging regularly. I've got more Peru photos to post (including Machu Picchu!), brand new design work, a closet minimalism update and a few more blog ideas brewing. Plus, inspiration for the return of my favorite season: FALL.
Cue the cliché montage of apples, apple crisp, sweaters, boots, cooler temps + pumpkin oatmeal.
Hope you had a restful Labor Day weekend, friends—enjoy the short week.
Add this city to the travel bucket list.
The cutest DIY (I'm making it for my sister's nursery).
New TV obsession: Catastrophe on Amazon. I binged the entire series in two days.
A perfect end-of-summer summer cocktail.
A perfect end-of-summer dessert (I made it last week to rave reviews).
This self-initiated design project is so, so good.
The loveliest dresses (I want this one).
The Fuck-Off Fund (brilliant!) via Cup of Jo
This is What a Feminist Looks Like. I'm going to miss you Mr. President.
The Writing Class I'd Like to Teach. YES.
Marie Kondo and the Ruthless War on Stuff. "But when it comes to stuff, we are all the same. Once we’ve divided all the drawers and eliminated that which does not bring us joy and categorized ourselves within an inch of our lives, we’ll find that the person lying beneath all the stuff was still just plain old us. We are all a mess, even when we’re done tidying." via Rachel
Because the world could use more laughter: this and this.
“I'll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don't choose. We'll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn't carry us. There's nothing to do but salute it from the shore.” Cheryl Strayed
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