New Look striped peplum sweater {sold out, but occasionally pops back in stock in limited sizes}, also available here, also love this, this, this and this || Old Navy white skinny jeans || similar trench here and here || Ann Taylor gingham pumps || Forever 21 red crossbody pouch || Forever 21 scarf, similar here, here and here || AIBI watch || Forever 21 rings || sunglasses
photography by Ashley of Sed Bona
I started working on this post this past Sunday. I shot these photos with Ashley a few weeks ago and was excited to finally be getting them up on the blog. Honestly, I love editing a batch of pictures. Put me in front of a computer and turn on Lightroom and I could sit there all day. And seeing the water in the background, gave me that hopeful feeling that goes along with summer {please?} arriving in the coming weeks. Plus, I love the nautical stripes.
But a few personal things have happened since I started editing these photos that made me take pause. This blog started as a creative outlet for me amidst a growing confidence as my children grew older and my life seemed to solidify a bit around friendships, my family, my marriage, my home. I felt a new confidence and I missed celebrating and indulging my love of fashion. A blog seemed like such a great outlet. And it has been. I posted last week about how blogs have gained such traction and influence because of the very honest and transparent women behind the blogs. I love sharing my story and building something.
But, I never want to become jaded by this platform. I love putting together outfits and sharing styling tips, its what’s kept me up at night since I was a kid…but its not all of me. I ran around all day today running errands with gym hair. I unpacked backpacks and did homework and made dinner and cried because I’m sad. I stayed up late talking to my husband and worrying about a million little things and some big things. Life happens to all of us.
I love Instagram and Pinterest and all of the pretty pictures I used to scroll through on Tumblr, but I’m fully aware that I’ll be remembered by the smiles I dolled out and shoulders that I lent and the times that I forgave and probably less for the pretty pictures. But yet those outfits…Must. Be. Documented.
Thank you for reading and supporting and coming along for the ride.
