My resolutions this year involve finding value in living out my aspirations, even if they don't align with what society deems "steady work" (or a steady paycheck.) This blog is one of the places that fulfills me, and gets those creative juices flowing, so here I am, better late than never.
It officially feels like winter here in Pittsburgh. The heat is on high, it snowed yesterday (!!), and I can be seen roaming the city wearing my favorite shearling jacket layered over everything. While shorter days and less outdoor time are always a little hard to adjust to, I am fully ready for the cozy textures, candlelit evenings, and holiday gatherings that are to come.
Ever since I've started blogging, I've always wanted to do a home tour. I kept putting it off simply due to the fact that I never thought our place was "perfect' enough to be photographed. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized the imperfections are what make our home unique to us. No, it's not exactly what I want in a home (renting will do that to you), but it represents our life and our dwelling, right now, and that is beautiful in & of itself.
Happy Tuesday, babes! December is just days away, and I've got cedar incense burning, John Denver Christmas playing on vinyl, and our holiday decorations are beginning to make their appearance. While we haven't gotten our tree just yet, I have begun my shopping and of course - put together a list of rad things I am coveting this year. Anyone else have a ridiculously hard time buying gifts for others but can list off dozens of things they want themselves? Whoopsies.
One thing I’ve learned as I’ve gotten older is that the more time you invest in your skin, the less time (and money) you need to spend on covering and concealing it. That means taking the extra five minutes to wash, tone, and moisture your face, but it also means skimping on concealers, foundations, and powders that are often chock-full of nasty chemicals anyway.
This past Friday, Christian and I ventured to the North Side of Pittsburgh and found ourselves in the small neighborhood of Spring Garden. Complete with a brewery, a craft whiskey distillery, and a residential, community block party that felt like it was straight out of a Rust Belt Americana music video.
Friends. Christian and I took the trip of a lifetime this summer and spent a week rafting down the Snake River in Idaho. Not only was it BY FAR one of the coolest things I've ever done outdoors (waking up every morning to Hells Canyon outside your tent is pretty surreal), we also met some of the most incredible souls and cultivated existing relationships.
A quick post today, after what seems like forever of not blogging. I’ve admittedly been in a bit of a creative rut lately, triggered by work and life and excuses. But it seems that every creative rut I find myself in is always accompanied by longing and quite honestly, a lot of inner sadness. That ends today.