My Heart is Full of Christmas

{pearls, light pink sweater, chartreuse skirt, metallic/brown vest with fur, brown Hunters, red fingernails. in love with this color combo!}
I’m a sucker for tradition.
Some traditions are more hysterical than others {that wishbone tradition? this year my mom and I both snapped off a short section and the middle ‘wishbone’ part went flying. oops}.
Some traditions are tradition even though we have NO idea why we do them anymore {lutefisk and pickled herring stopped tasting good um…forever ago, literally}.
And some traditions are weighty, worthwhile, and a little bit heart-wrenching. 
Like laying wreaths on family graves. 
This is not a tradition that we generally write about or talk about, but it’s a good one. Oh, it’s a good one.
This is the first year I’ve been present for this tradition, and goodness if the rainy day didn’t suit my mood. I tried hard to smile for these pictures (you should see the ones where I didn’t try. actually, you shouldn’t). I wasn’t somber, really. I wasn’t heartbroken, really. I just felt the weight of it inside my poet’s heart. It feels beautiful to lay wreaths in remembrance this time of year.

Don’t forget to let your heart feel the weight of tradition. It is healthy to remember and reflect, so long as we seek to take strength from there to carry us forward. We mustn’t belong to the past, but we can let the past belong to us in a deep part of our selves, should we want.

My heart is full of Christmas.
It is full of the meaning of the Savior’s birth, so that, as my grandpa’s grave boldly states:

“There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,
because through Jesus Christ the law of the Spirit who gives you life has set you free from the law of sin and death.” 
Romans 8:1, 2
What a powerful statement.
Hold Christmas in your hearts, my dears. Hold memories, blessings, and the hope in the promise that we shall be reunited one day, close to your hearts this Christmas season. 
Much love, 

Fashion & Photography

I love fashion, and I love photography. So an evening spent indulging both passions was truly inspiring. Here’s what I wore to the fashion show to people-watch through my camera lens. And sip lots of Vitamin Water, since they were sponsoring the event.

{Vitamin water & giant ball of gerbera daisies. Chic.}
{more Vitamin Water decorations}

When I saw this ballskirt, I knew it was what I wanted to wear to StyleWeek. And at $8, I could afford something new & special to wear, without breaking the bank.

I love the juxtaposition of the raw silk ball skirt with the military vest.

{neon nails are my favorite!!}
My Outfit
Earrings: Hand-me-over
Ring: H&M
Sunnies: Local store
White shirt: Michael Kors, thrifted
Vest: Thrifted
Skirt: Thrifted
Hose: Target
Boots: NineWest
Purse: Missoni, consignment store

One of the photographers told me I was the best dressed photographer in the “Press Pit.” And by that he meant, ‘overdressed.’ Since everyone else was wearing varying degrees of dressiness–front suits to t-shirts. And lots of black.
To which, of course, I said, “I love fashion and photography.” and handed him a business card. Thanks for the compliment, sir! And then another photographer asked to take my picture. So I think that worked out.
What’s the Press Pit, you ask?

It’s where all of the photographers and videographers crowd on a tiny stage to jostle elbows over the best shots. And it’s awesome, if I do say so myself.

And some randoms…
How cute is this “off-duty” model from Sarah’s show {see slicked back “wet” hair} who was heading home with her mom and little sis? Super cute, and I love her scarf. So sweet and fun!
And look at this face below! Girl will probably be famous someday. But she’s a good friend, too, and made me take a picture of her with her friends. Rock on, chica! Fierce.

I’ll end with a photo that embodies so much about the fashion world:

But remember, girls, we don’t depend on brand names or runways to be beautiful. We shine for God. And fashion? Well, sometimes, it’s just the icing on the cake, and we get to enjoy it.

A Few Years Older


Today, I’m wearing a twin outfit. A twin of myself? Does that make sense? This is one of my all-time favorite outfits, I just love it! You can see the original post HERE from a few years ago.
You may have noticed that around lunchtime, I had posted a different incarnation of this post for a hot minute. Then I decided to buck up and take a new outfit photo, considering the day had warmed from an inhumane double-digit negative temperature outside to a slightly more considerate 20 degrees above.
And remind me again why I live in New England? 
Over and out! Have a great week!