Monday, October 27, 2014

moving on (Cha Cha Changes)

I never got over San Francisco. Rephrase- I will never get over San Francisco . I often ask myself why I love it so much. I think it's because it's the first place place I have been on vacation and thought "I could just pack up my things and move here right now." It's true, I could actually see myself living there in the future, among the tall endless trees and the misty oceans crashing against the jagged cliffs. The misty city line imprinted with all of those footprints of runners and surfers and nerds all intertwined in an endless shade of unique. In short- I felt very at home when I really was not. 

Saturday, October 11, 2014

this thing called CLASSIC

I have always liked old things. There's a subtle history to them, a hidden mystery that appeals to me. I'm not nostalgic. I'm just someone who admires eras and decades that have left their mark in the closets of grandparents houses, waiting patiently in corners of old bookcases at school. I get that look sometimes. The turn of heads in hallways because I look like I just stepped out of some fuzzy movie and not a photoshopped neon magazine that some prefer, and that's ok with me. Take my picture with a Polaroid or better yet, one of my Brownies, they come out better anyway.
If you are a fellow vintage collector, or just plain curious, you may be wondering where I get all these old things. Here's how.

Friday, October 3, 2014

The "L" Word (from a teen's perspective)

My grandmother got me a small poetry book when she went to Paris. It's a selection of famous lines and poems from famous classic writers. It's also called "the glory of love" and quite honestly, it's not something I would particularly pick off of a poetry shelf. Recently, I was looking through it and out of every fancy quote from all these fancy authors, including Shakespeare and Shakespeares, one really stuck with me. Being the blogger I am, I though I would share.