February 14, 2016 § Leave a comment
Go and tell the ones you love that you love them!
Also, shout out to my favorite bagel shop for making these pink pretty things this weekend. So festive. Spending the day inside (so obnoxiously cold) with my #1. Can’t ask for anything better. My Valentine’s Day wish-list from last year still hold up, in case you’re looking to spoil yourself.
November 15, 2015 § Leave a comment
When thinking about winter trends, pink roses may not come to mind right away. But why not? The flower has sparked inspiration for poets and lovers and painters for hundreds of years and even Apple joined the team this fall. Rose gold has been having it’s moment for a while, too, but I’m less interested in the jewelry (except for the hoops shown above, those I would jump into a frozen lake for) and more interested in pairing the classic with the not-so-classic to create something noteworthy. Bonus points for cozy.
For example, the classic Zara trench, but in a muted, dusty muave and with shearling. Or Byredo’s Rose of No Man’s Land– named in honor of the women who served as nurses during World War I. Bonus bonus points? A portion of the perfume’s proceeds go towards Doctors Without Borders.
These items are just what I want when the weather begins to cool down and doesn’t stop. A candle that feels fresh, festive lipstick, fragrance that’s complex, and pieces that are beautiful (the botanic garden rose print!) as well as conventional (that rocker, come on!). Also… now is a fine time to announce that I’ve added four of my favorite candles to my Etsy shop. The Rose one is undoubtedly my favorite. I think I’ll burn it now while I read through this long, long list of rose-related poems.
Pictured: 1. 4 oz. Tin Candle ItHappenedOneMorning. 2. Rich Lip Color in heather rose Bobbi Brown. 3. Rosegold Whispered Hoops Anthropologie. 4. Roundtrip Turtleneck Sweater Madewell. 5. Modernica Fiberglass Arm Shell Rocking Chair Urban Outfitters. 6. Jacket With Lapels Zara. 7. Botanical Wild Roses Print Bygone Press. 8. Rose of No Man’s Land Byredo.
February 14, 2014 § 2 Comments
Something I don’t understand is the gang-up on Valentine’s Day. Maybe I’m just surrounded by people in their twenties, eye rolling and mumbling whatevers under their breath, but for the most part (single or not) Valentines Day has always been a reminder of all the different kinds of love I see all around me. How could you roll your eyes at that? What’s up with that? What’s up with that?
Maybe I just got lucky, but I feel lucky every single time this month rolls around. Since I was a girl, I have been showered with sweetness on February 14th. The majority of said sweetness received has been far from romantic. Sure there were small steps toward chivalry- like when the cutest boy at Springfield Elementary came into the building baring a giant teddy bear with my name on it (Figuratively. Although my name embroidered would have been special, too.) or when someone gave me a bunch of unripe bananas (the only way to eat them) and both were enough to make the holiday worth celebrating on subsequent, lonelier years. Years where I found myself sitting on my bedroom floor, making myself sick with chocolate and playing Nintendo 64 (which I’m pretty sure happened like, three years in a row). Or the time I spent the entire day crying to my mom after seeing my “first love” give someone else the love I wanted to throw on him or beat into him using a baseball bat. Love does that to people. Truth is, I had had hundreds of loves by the time I met someone of the opposite sex who’d hold my hand or teach me how to be interested in shared things.
Real love, I’d learn (Who am I kidding? Am still learning.) is the kind that shows up on less charming months, that is exists and it is too big to dwell on one day that just happens to be internationally recognized.
Regardless, it’s nice to have an excuse to send people packages and handwritten letters. Which is why this year, I’m especially grateful. Grateful for a family whose love never stops showing up in boxes on my door step from the other side of the country (thanks Auntie Lisa) or in my text message inbox. Grateful for the girls I know who go the extra mile to make others feel loved, always (in Clemson, in Columbia, in Charleston, in Charlotte, in Raleigh (ok just Marissa in Raleigh, but still). Grateful for a florist at the end of my street whose flowers are being sent out right now to unexpected girlfriends and wives and daughters. Grateful for a relationship that sprang up during a not so great time about a year ago and proved itself to be lasting- a relationship that is the best kind of exhausting and teaches me big and small things (i.e., how to make distance work or how to stay up until 3am & then have a good attitude carrying equipment to the car). Grateful that the older I get, the more I love and love and love.
So whatever it is that you do love- whether that’s a person, a pet, a pair of shoes, so be it- love the shit out of it. Think about it on a daily basis and forget everything else.
-E (aka Cupid’s #1 Fan)