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lipstick & hydrangea

Last night a friend and I had dinner and ended up biking in the pouring rain.

I was holding blue hydrangea and wearing red lipstick.

We took cover in a coffee/wine/beer/art place I’d only been to once where it turned out to be open mic night. We listened to a guy talk about prostitution in Vegas, a girl rap Biggie Smalls (RIP) and watched an old man drum along as people sang the songs they wrote on the beach about their ex-girlfriends.

By the time I biked home, I wasn’t soaked with sweat like I have been the whole summer. And then I started to realize that it’s almost fall.

Fall, I’m happy to see you. But summer, you were good. Real good.

moresweetthanbitter:

street style: fall 2013 couture, paris fashion week // vogue

moresweetthanbitter:

street style: fall 2013 couture, paris fashion week // vogue

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One of the things I admire most about my roommate is her ability to get after things. When she wants to do something; she makes it happen. It sounds simple, but I often find myself not going after something because I get scared or worried.
Anyway, this summer I’ve been setting mini goals for myself so when an opportunity came up to sign up for a half marathon this December, I thought about my roommate. And then I thought to myself, “why not?”
I’ve never been a runner. And if we’re being honest, I felt like I’d won a gold medal in the Olympics when I ran 3.5 miles without stopping last week. (I also felt like I was going to vomit, but that’s neither here nor there.)
This morning, I decided to make my way over this bridge. While I didn’t run the entire time, I still feel pretty good about it. It’s always encouraging, too, when you’re passing people who are all going after something on their own. I think that’s why I love going to the park near my house so much. Everyone’s there to make themselves better.
I think it’s going to be a really good fall.

One of the things I admire most about my roommate is her ability to get after things. When she wants to do something; she makes it happen. It sounds simple, but I often find myself not going after something because I get scared or worried.

Anyway, this summer I’ve been setting mini goals for myself so when an opportunity came up to sign up for a half marathon this December, I thought about my roommate. And then I thought to myself, “why not?”

I’ve never been a runner. And if we’re being honest, I felt like I’d won a gold medal in the Olympics when I ran 3.5 miles without stopping last week. (I also felt like I was going to vomit, but that’s neither here nor there.)

This morning, I decided to make my way over this bridge. While I didn’t run the entire time, I still feel pretty good about it. It’s always encouraging, too, when you’re passing people who are all going after something on their own. I think that’s why I love going to the park near my house so much. Everyone’s there to make themselves better.

I think it’s going to be a really good fall.

I’ve loved every minute of having short hair this summer. Until now when I hit that “oh hey I’m going to start looking all awkward on your head” moment.
Kinda digging Jessica Chastain’s asymmetrical bob thing she had going on a while back. Her hair game is on point.
I suppose it helps that she’s a total babe, too.
So there’s that.

I’ve loved every minute of having short hair this summer. Until now when I hit that “oh hey I’m going to start looking all awkward on your head” moment.

Kinda digging Jessica Chastain’s asymmetrical bob thing she had going on a while back. Her hair game is on point.

I suppose it helps that she’s a total babe, too.

So there’s that.

One of my best friends from college got engaged this week and this morning we were chatting about how he proposed.

She was laughing when she told the story and mentioned that just before he called her to come meet him, she was frazzled and aggravated so she ate an entire bag of garlic pita chips in her car.

And then he proposed and she had garlic breath.

And that is just perfect.

goldsboro biscuits

Ever think about where you were a year ago?

I thought about that today when I came across a book I’d been meaning to read since I picked it up last summer. It reminded me of where I was and who I was seeing and where I was headed.

There were a lot of things different about last summer. I was convinced everything would fall into place if I packed my car up and moved to my best friend in Alabama.

But here I am in Charleston. Sitting at my desk in my little blue house eating ice cream in my underwear.

And it feels good.

This summer has been full of all sorts of changes. New characters. Old ones. A killer pie crust, sweaty bike rides, and a mild addiction to Park Cafe’s Fried Egg Sandwich.

It’s funny, my mom and I were driving back from a party two Sundays ago and we started talking about change. I told her that sometimes it was overwhelming.

She agreed, but she also said that change was important. And it’s what makes life, well, life. She started talking about her friend who, no matter where they are, insists on ordering the same biscuits from a bakery in Goldsboro. “Some people will be getting biscuits from Goldsboro for the rest of their lives,” she said. “But sooner or later, they’re going to have to realize that there are simply other places that have better biscuits.”

I’m still not exactly sure what she meant.

But I think I like the idea to being open to better biscuits.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put words around the feeling you get when you throw on a swimsuit, dive into the ocean and watch the sun come up from the water.

Magic.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put words around the feeling you get when you throw on a swimsuit, dive into the ocean and watch the sun come up from the water.

Magic.

There’s something real summery about sitting on your porch waiting for a boy to pick you up and take you to get cheeseburgers and go to the movies.

I think I like it.