What Inspires

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A summer bike ride through the park

Boating off the breezy lake shore

Polaroid snapshots and thrift store glassware galore

Scrolled balconies on a house in France

Black and white striped dress

Running through fields at dusk

The Only Honest Way to Go

In case you haven't noticed, I added some new links to the side of my page:

I've actually had a tumblr for over a year and a half, so it's a bit older and more established than my blog here (770 pages? Geez!). It's not necessarily an accompaniment to my blog here, but it's also run by me and is where I embarrassingly spend almost all of my free time. I feel it's rather representative of my stream of consciousness, and a lot of people call it a source of inspiration. I think it's what inspired me to start taking my own photos after blogging other people's work for so long. I usually don't follow back for the sake of it, but if you found me through Coloured Theory just leave me a message and let me know and I'll be sure to follow you. I'd love to create some more dialogue, I'm really on there all day!

It Feels Like It Might Rain on Me

Black eyelet top - XOXO via Plato's Closet; $0.50

Red-violet button front skirt - Nom de Plume, Urban Outfitters; $10

Pink belt - vintage

Black bow flats - Cooperative, Urban Outfitters; gift

Deer tote- Etsy; $20

Clearly the Pennsylvania sky is having some issues. Within minutes it went from gray and humid to sunny and rainy. Sometimes it thundered, sometimes it didn't. When I finally made it out the front door to run some errands I stopped and looked up to see a divisive line of gray clouds and blue sky right over my house. If I believed in signs I'd have taken that as a bad omen. But as per usual, everything cleared up by the time early evening rolled around and we got a small taste of golden summer sunlight.

There are some shopping successes that are just too good to forget about, and this top is one of them. I happened upon it three summers ago in Plato's Closet. It was tagged as a fifty cent extra-small tank top which was clearly a mistake, because the Macy's price tag attached to the XOXO label read $50. You could only imagine my elation, and when the cashier didn't catch the error I felt like a bona fide thief (oxymoron?). This skirt was originally two sizes too big but I pulled some sewing-machine-magic and made it fit. I switched out the belt it came with, which was more decorative than functional as it was made of floppy fabric, for this one that was salvaged from one of my grandmother's vintage dresses I had ruined. I'm kind of hoping that if I ruin some more gems from the seventies someone will eventually pay for sewing classes.

As I was taking these photos I was startled by my neighbor, who waved at me from over the fence. I was fumbling with my tripod and then I dropped my camera. I practically crapped myself. I watched in horror as it bounced and rolled until it eventually landed several yards away. It was like a slow motion playback, I swept at it but missed it several times before it hit the ground, and I was just waiting for the lens to shatter upon each impact. Ugh, I feel nauseated just thinking about it. Thankfully it's (currently) functioning and all in one piece. Or two, technically. Also, I'm trying out some new vintage film filters with my editing program. Thoughts? Do you think it's cool or does it just look like a mistake?

Coconut Records // Summer Day