roman holiday

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I talked a month or so ago about my emotions (spoiler, I have a lot) on Breakfast at Tiffany’s, so it seems fitting that today we go back to my first Audrey Hepburn movie: Roman Holiday.

I remember watching this movie as a young girl, and being absolutely baffled that someone wouldn’t want to be a princess. And then not understanding why she had to go back. And of course, being enchanted by gelato and street markets and plazas and Rome. I actually went in to get my haircut, and remember holding the VHS tape while the hairdresser draped a giant apron over me, my sneakers dangling far above the footrest. “All off,” I told her, “I want it all off”; I was disappointed when she didn’t get my reference.

It’s such a lovely movie, full of a wistful sort of charm. 

This look was very much inspired by the outfit that Ann wears on her adventures throughout Rome, and I couldn’t be happier about it. You know I love a long skirt, and this high-waisted one is such a dream. Pair it with a sleeveless turtleneck, because I am nothing if not a creature of habit, and some sandals, and a belt and voila—I’m ready for a vespa ride with Gregory Peck.

boat shorts

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Because boat shoes, you’ve seen. But these cute lil shorts have sailboats on them!! Outside of the blog, I don’t have much of a reason to wear shorts (they’re plenty modest, but not work appropriate lol), but when I saw this Ralph Lauren pair, I just couldn’t resist. Navy? Check. High waisted? Check. White, sketched pattern? Check. Somehow nautical without being trite? Check. Seriously, y’all what more could I want in a pair of shorts?? 

And if you’ve been watching my insta stories lately, you’ve probably noticed a trend: sleeveless turtlenecks. To be totally candid, I don’t know if they’re actually back in vogue, but y’all they are my summer top of choice. Professional enough for work, yet fun enough to take you outside for an afternoon of sunshine—AND no sleeve tanline. What a win. As I’m writing this, it has JUST occurred to me that there are people everywhere, who are into the whole cold-shoulder trend, who will inevitably fall asleep in the sun and wake up with a seriously epic tan line…what a world it is, in which we live. Is that enough to incentivize me who try out the trend? Lol, no. If you need me, I’ll be over here, stuck in fashion yesteryear, happy with my dated colors and sailboat shorts. 

taylor

so taylor was my grade school friend, then my baylor friend, and now my post-grad friend, and it really is crazy that we’ve known each other that long! we’ve been through hundreds of art classes (i tried the math out, and it’s actually more than 500, which is unbelievable) (at which point, i wised up and stopped sitting next to the future graphic designer extraordinaire), filmed two embarrassing history projects (pretty sure we got A’s on both? sympathy may very well have played a factor), ran the baylor line in floyd casey (rip), discovered guerilla troupe, and so many more fun things together, so when she was out in my neck of the woods for a friend’s graduation, i had to steal her for the day to explore one of my favorite areas of dallas: lower greeneville. she fit right in with the hipster/eclectic vibes of the neighborhood, and we knew it was meant to be when the pretty storefront we stopped to take pictures of was actually a records store. as always, i asked her the same questions as i do everyone in this segment, and, as always, it’s so fun to see my friends express their style on paper as well as in the pictures we take!!

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What are you most excited for about summer?
I am most excited for undeniable beach-going weather and surfing. Let’s be real though, is their really ever not a time to do that in San Diego? (the answer is generally no)
Least excited to leave behind in spring?
I will definitely miss all the wild flowers and the green-ness  we had this spring! San Diego has been the greenest it has been in years due to our large amount of rainfall!
Favorite dessert?
Without a doubt, ICECREAM. I prefer cookie dough or chocolate but I am open to pretty much any flavor.
Describe your style in 3 words.
Girly-tomboy, Socal (Southern California), Chrisy would say hipster but hipsters can’t say they are hipster soooo… eclectic?
Who are some of your fashion inspirations?
I would have to say for starters definitely Chrisy. (I wish I had every pair of her shorts) Then I would say Amanda Faye. She is a vlogger on youtube who recently became a mom and has a cool California indie style that I really dig. Is it weird that my 3rd one is a guy? Call me crazy but I love the simplicity/carefree feel of guy’s styles. Cody Simpson inspires mainly my style in accessories. I love his rings, his suede hat, pointy-toed oxfords and I would steal his jean jackets any day.
For each of the following, pick what you’d do if you could only wear one of these for the next year: (1) color (2) silhouette (3)type of shoe (4) pattern. 
1. Turquoise(it’s my favorite color)
2. A-line
3. pointy-toed oxfords (my Sam Edelman ones preferably)
4. plaid
If first impressions are last impressions, what would you hope people would think of you, from the way you dress?
I love this quote by Steve Woodward that says “style means confidence in what you choose to surround yourself with.” I hope the way I dress says everything about who I am and what I value. I would like people to think of me as a loving, joyful, passionate, confident and creative person who not afraid to take risks and truly cares for others.
Any other wisdom for the people? 🙂 
Never let the fear of imperfection keep you from producing work. Get your ideas out there because worrying too much about things not being perfect can hinder your creativity and productivity. You have dreams and aspirations right?! Stop talking about them and go after them. Take action. Even if that means working on weekends, late nights, lunch breaks, etc. A good idea is only as successful as it’s execution. There are going to be people out there who will doubt you will reach your goals; prove them wrong. Don’t worry too much about the journey because “worry is just a misuse of imagination”- Harris III

worthy 

Today’s post isn’t anything too fancy, just some pictures I took with my iPhone and some quick thoughts.

Some of you might know that I listen to Christmas music throughout the year.

And it’s not necessarily because I think we need Christmas cheer year round (although tbh look around; we definitely do), it’s just there’s so much quality music that gets relegated to the month after Thanksgiving and before New Year, and that’s kind of sad. I did a Christmas playlist post (here!) last year, and today I’m in major focus-mode at work, so the Christian Christmas one is on repeat. There’s something so soothing about it, and paired with the rainy gloom outside, it’s making me especially contemplative.

This one by Gungor is especially pretty:

Oh Light, God and man entwine, of earth and of divine, Holy night.
Oh Light, mending fractured earth, the soul now felt its worth, holy night.
Hallelujah, God is with us; Hallelujah, a Light has come.
Hallelujah, Holy God is with us; love is always born within.
Hallelujah, Light will chase and find us; Love is facing us again.

It borrows a phrase from O Holy Night, the one about the soul feeling it’s worth. Worth not comprised of performance or capabilities, of works or of records, but real worth. Worth because God is with us, chasing us, finding us, facing us.

Have you let your heart rest in grace recently?

Have you released yourself from the striving for status, from the mold you feel you’re supposed to fit, from expectations? Have you remembered that you are loved by Holy—Creator, Sovereign, Healer, Holder—God? Have you let go of the vision you have for your life, in favor of the truth that your strength isn’t in your performance, but in something much much more? Have you released your idea of perfection and clung to sweet Jesus instead?

At Christmas, we make a big deal out of Baby Jesus, humbling Himself to be born as a man, into our sinful world. At Easter, we reflect on the death and resurrection of the saving Christ, by whose stripes we are healed. But there’s 10 more months out of the year, friends, and Jesus lived 33 years between those two moments.

There were miracles, yes. Water became wine, eyes that saw nothing saw the face of God, feet that were lame danced for joy, children that slept were given again to their parents, alive again. Little meals fed thousands, and the Word of God reached just as many, and more. But more than Christ’s ministry, more than His miracles, He walked this earth with a human heart that beat just like yours and mine.

And that mightn’t sound like much, but what if I told you that there wasn’t a burden you bear that Christ didn’t carry? There’s not an ache He hasn’t felt, a tear He hasn’t cried, a wound He hasn’t endured. And not just as an empathetic figure, but as God who became man, to carry you.

That is your worth.

A child of God, free from expectations placed on her by the world, and called to a life that’s more than the job she holds, the car she drives, the sweater she wears. Beloved, understood, treasured. Redeemed, cherished, held. Worthy.

moon river musings

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Breakfast at Tiffany’s is not my favorite Audrey Hepburn movie.

There’s a whole list of reasons why not:

  • the book off of which the movie is based is written with a clear contempt of women (thank you, Truman Capote)(one of my least favorite authors)(I have emotions about the whole thing).
  • George Peppard will always be Hannibal Smith from A-Team, so I have the hardest time taking him seriously in this role
  • Audrey Hepburn’s presence completely redeems the character of Holly Golightly (Marilyn Monroe was a lot of people’s, including Capote’s, pick for Holly…imagine how differently the film would’ve played out then. Also, knowing that she fit the author’s ideal of the role really shows his hand, doesn’t it), and while she does an amazing job, I think characters should be strong enough on their own, and shouldn’t need the supportive power of an actress to be empathetic.
  • Most people don’t see past the diamonds and cigarette holders to a truly depressing story of New York and self-made women.
  • Audrey had a million and ten other roles where she shone brilliantly and as characters that became her, and this is her most recognized, and that makes me sad.
  • Let me again express my dislike of Truman Capote.

But I do love the song.

I know, a circle staircase in McKinney is hardly a fire escape in New York City, but sentimental moods always find me humming ‘Moon River’ to myself.

Moon river, wider than a mile, I’m crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker: wherever you’re going, I’m going your way.
Two drifters, off to see the world, there’s such a lot of world to see.
We’re after the same rainbow’s end, waiting ’round the bend, my huckleberry friend: moon river and me.

As far as poetry goes, it doesn’t get much better than that.

This past week, a lot of friends and a lot of y’all graduated from high school and college. And with that excitement comes a lot of uncertainty. I think oftentimes we actually do know the future—we know where we want to be in 3, 5, 10 years. What we don’t know if our path between here and there, the hesitant footsteps we must take now, so that we’ll end up there. We know what’s on the other side of Moon River, but haven’t the faintest idea of how to cross.

I wish I could say that changes.

I wish that nine months after my own graduation, I had it figured out. That I haven’t felt those twinges of uncertainty since I left Waco, and that I’ve been steadily paddling towards my rainbow…but I don’t, I have, and I’m not.

I have my nights where I dream of different cities and different days; I have Sunday afternoons when I miss the comfort of Baylor, and having a dozen people by whom I felt known and loved, within 5 minutes of me. I have days when I wish I didn’t work two jobs, and when my apartment—though darling and super cute—feels hollow. I wish for more.

There’s something to be said for contentment, for being okay with being just okay, and for not wishing away the present. You are where you are by divine appointment; don’t ever for a moment think that you’ve wandered so far that God’s said ‘yeah…I’m going to let her find her own way back; this is a mess and someone over here has it figured out so…’

But there’s also something to be said for wanting more.

Far be it from me, to say that the hopes and dreams on your heart are God’s plan for you. But they’re there, there’s no denying that, and as important as contentment is, refusing to settle is more so.

Moon River is waiting to be crossed.

Sign up for a salsa class, write a letter to your best friend from high school, apply for 60 jobs in one sitting, all over the country, just because you can. Visit your friend in New York, or in Seattle, or San Diego. Start the Etsy business, buy a domain for your blog, take the leap of faith that a year from now you’ll be grateful for. You can’t cross this river—this uncertain bridge from now into the gilded future—in a day. You can’t. But you can get a bit of the way. And tomorrow you’ll do a little more. And then a little more. Suddenly the life you’ve curated seems a lot more like reality than just wishful thinking on Pinterest, and you look up to realize you’re making progress.

You can do it, huckleberry friends.