Sunday, September 28, 2014

Just Jess and Me. And Mum.

Today was a great today. Splendid, really.

It was my last full day in the Last Frontier and I thought what better way to spend it than with my dearest daughter and mildly manic mother? (It was my mother's suggestion that I describe her as "mildly manic", just saying).

It was Mum's suggestion that we take a little trip down to Homer, and I thought that it was a most lovely idea. The trees were in full swing of the autumn season, the sun shone down, and I was with the best company- my mother and my American Girl Doll, Jess.

I had no qualms about bringing her out and about the town. I'm leaving, who cares what people think, and she makes me happy! So I brought her along. 

Tomorrow is the big day and with it come bittersweet feelings, but of course. I honestly cannot tell you how special this day was for me and I couldn't have asked for a better goodbye.

Here, Jess gets front row view of our drive.

But first: coffee.

Jess found the most comfortable spot in my purse- full view!

Lunch at the Mermaid Cafe.. most delicious.

We then went down to the Homer Spit, which is this natural spit jutting out into the bay with lovely little shops lining it's path; however, because of the late season, everything was closed. Personally, I found it to be fascinating! All the boarded up shops, empty walkways, gorgeous views, and the sounds of the ocean pounding against the shore just feet from where we stood.

I had to check on Jess constantly, for her glasses found ways to fall off quite a bit.

Mom, who is an avid shopper, found store windows to peek through, even when they were all closed!

Last one left! I snagged her. ;)

Coffee and brownies on the way home, although it looks as if Jess kept some for later...

What I wore: SD sunnies, SD green bobble necklace, vintage cheetah print coat (my mom's), black LAmade top (used), black CAbi leggings, cashmere lined green leather gloves (used), brown LV bucket bag (used), and lime green pumps (used).

A Song for Sunday- Nothing Stays the Same.

Typical that it would be at Kaladis that I first heard this song. I think that I was actually helping a customer and rushed over to my phone to screenshot the song when they finished paying.

Oh the lengths we go to preserve music.

Anyhow, the song caught my attention because it was very closely related to what I'm going through. Sung by Luke Sital-Singh, it connects very much to transitions and the fact that nothing stays the same.

I think that that's what really gets to me about these big life changes. Not the whole "last time I'll see you" or "last time I'll eat here", cause chances are, I'll see those people and eat at those places again. It's the fact that people change, places change, and nothing stays the same. It can be a sad, scary, terrifying thought, but it also has the potential to be so much more. Change is inevitable in how we live our lives, and it's our attitude and outlook on these situations that make the changes worthwhile.

"Cry your eyes out
Fill your lungs up
We all hurt
We all lie
And nothing stays the same.."

And the song isn't really depressing either, which I like for once. It's got some power behind it. 

So yes, it really is okay to cry your eyes out and hurt ( I know I will here pretty soon), because nothing does stay the same. But in the end, that's life, and it's up to you to make those changes a positive thing. 

Friday, September 26, 2014

Misty Mornings.

So I had grand plans for a morning photo shoot with the frost lurking in the background.

I did. I really thought I could do it, but one step out into the biting cold got me thinking otherwise!

We've been having some truly spectacular fall days with clear blue skies and sunny weather. Problem is, clear skies means no cloud cover which means colder temperatures. I cherish the  afternoons where it feels like summer has crept back, but man are those twenty degree mornings a bite in the bum. 

Look at that fine layer of frost!


What I wore: autumn jacket (used), vintage white hug dress (used), and orange pumps (sale).