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bad siding

I know, I know – the location for these photos is terrible. But that’s just where I happened to be, and had to post because I’m in love with this new sweater. It continues to be a rainy and dark week (daylight savings, usually I despise you – but I’m ready for you to show up any day now). Weather may be most universally wardrobe defining influences – sweaters and baggy jeans here we all come. And do pardon my lazy hair day. photography: KUNDAN KUMAR | camera:CANNON 5D MARK III | sweater:SIONI | jeans:LEVI’S | boots:BACIO61

when the dust settles

when the dust settles by kristina-petrick featuring a ceramic mug Preen shirts top / MM6 Maison Martin Margiela cocoon coat / Atto grey skirt / American Eagle Outfitters bra / Cosabella low rise panty / NIKE white pointy shoes / Givenchy grey purse / Clear plastic purse, $16 / Sterling silver cubic zirconia bracelet / Topshop hinged bangle bracelet / Wonderland see through sunglasses / J.Crew Sterling-silver bobby pin tie bar / Isadora nail care, $14 / By Nord white home decor, $110 / Simple Life ceramic mug / Sagaform thermo water bottle, $35

apparently jogging

Happy Friday followers. I don’t know about you but I was ready to make a dash out of the office no sooner than I had arrived. And apparently this ootd is just perfect to do so. I got asked twice at work if I was on my way out for a quick run. Which means I take sports influence way too seriously, or maybe it just really hasn’t caught on in this tiny town in Virginia yet. Either way, jog or not (let’s be honest, I prefer not) I’m feeling pretty content and ready to take on the weekend in my Nike track jacket and Dimmi trainers. – Sooner rather than later. photography: KUNDAN KUMAR | camera:CANNON 5D MARK III | dress:SILENCE+NOISE | track jacket:NIKE | sneakers:DIMMI

pumps before utility

Just got back from a short hop in Florida to visit my brother. My flight was delayed on the way… by 6 hours. 6 HOURS. The gate attendants offered all of the stranded would-be-passenger’s pizza for their long-suffering. How kind. Don’t get me wrong, who would be cross at them – they’re not in control of the flight. To the angry people shouting at the poor girls… go to h***. And keep your mouths shut, you’re making the poor girl cry. And learn to relax. However, do remind me to never fly Allegiant again. (enough of my rant) Well the good news is, I had plenty of time to dally, so Instagram became my best friend of the day. Sorry if I over blasted you guys with posts on that front. Just know you were a part of the bigger picture saving of my sanity. (if it’s not already too late for that) OOTD: Sorry had to use the very impossibly cliche acronym. I just learned what it was… at the airport… during my 6 …

it started in september

Ever wonder what it would be like if every whimsical notion that popped into your head was not only entertained, but thought through and dissected for the possibility of execution – rather than locked away into your mind’s file cabinet of endless ideas without further engagement? Well, there would probably be a lot of failures, and impossible amounts of wasted time and resources. But a precious few of those ideas would be given the opportunity to escape the mind’s prison and become something beyond it’s otherwise zero potential, opening up a world of unlimited possibilities. All that to say, today I’ve decided to start a journal of a day in my dreams. This particular day was what I like to think of as perfection. Nothing is better than a warm breezy day in September being spent outdoors with nothing in particular pressing to do, other than take the time to enjoy the moment. Stop and get a cup of jo at the local coffee shop, take the pooch for an extended stroll, eat a cucumber wrap with hummus, and take a …