Freshmen year –> over! Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, I was in 5th grade playing doll house pretending the dolls were huge college students and talking about how one day I would be there. For the dolls, college was a musical (literally), with boys galore (obviously), and no homework (why would it be any different?), and parties every weekend (everyday actually). If I were to calculate the accuracy of my imaginings, I probably had about 10% of it right… haha! While college isn’t the musical I imagined, there has been a lot of “Frozen” rock-out sessions (but hasn’t it been the same for everyone?). We’ll skip the boy topic and move on to the “no homework”, how beautiful that would have been! But library sessions until closing time did happen on more than just a few occasion (at least they play Tarzan music at closing times… obviously that’s the real reason I stayed). My doll house fantasies were accurate when it came to making fantastic friends, however! Especially in Student Government which has been the highlight of my semester (I’d recommend getting involved to anyone and everyone). So in short, college has been marvelous, exciting, and incredibly stressful! So of course I’m incredibly sad to leave but also excited for a break.
Anyway, note on the random photos: I was in a photography class with an assignment to play with lighting but I didn’t understand anything so I made (actually he volunteered) my friend James teach me the reins. I started out behind the camera but ended up in front of it–per usual.
Also, side note number two: you can follow me on instagram @deartessalynn. I frequent instagram far more than my blog these days.
Anyyyway, how are all of you doing!? What’s going on in your lives?
You know, it’s both a blessing and a curse that vintage clothing is such a trend now! For one, there are many more adorable thrift shops so you don’t have to hunt as hard for amazing pieces. But then again, anytime I see someone else in some wildly wonderful vintage dress I think “AH! If only nobody was into vintage so I could buy it all and relish in its beauty.” But that’s envious thinking. So I try to turn those thoughts off and practice compassionate joy, as my mother calls it. I know some people aren’t into second hand clothing (luckily hehe) but I love that someone else created a story for themselves in a dress that’s now mine. I wonder sometimes what their story was. One time I found a dress wherein the girl who made it had stitched her name, Helen, in red thread. Needless to say, I still think about that dress and wonder about the girl who wore. I hope none of this sounds strange. HAH!
Both Millay’s dress and my jumpsuit were purchased at M.O.T.E.L. in Barcelona. If you ask any Davidson girl where the best thrift shop in Barcelona is, she (i.e. Millay, my mother, or I) will tell you about Barcelona’s little gem of a store! IT resides on a street, Riera Baixa, particularly dedicated to vintage shops! GENIUS, right? However, M.O.T.E.L. is special not only because of how wonderfully everything is displayed and how well curated the boutique is but because the woman who owns it is something special herself! She’s the grooviest dressed and kindest thing from any of our haunts in Barcelona. When I tried on the jumpsuit that day and loved it, she was as overjoyed as I was. After we made our purchases and chatted her ear off for a half hour, she tucked a hat in our bag that we had been admiring and smiled. If you’re ever in Barcelona, don’t miss M.O.T.E.L., whose dueña is as beautiful as the clothes she sells.
Pants & Sweater (That has King Kong on it. It’s amazing.) // Thrifted
My family left for Utah to look for a home and I’m chilling with my aunt and little cousin at my grandparents’ beach house. We’ve been coming here since I was 8 and it’s filled with memories!! My older brother and I would bike to the pier everyday and buy candy and soft serve ice creams or bike to the next pier and blow our quarters at the arcade. We’d spend hours jumping over waves and digging our little hands in the sand to find the biggest sand crabs. We’d watch the sunset from the lifeguard towers and pull on the locks of the tower doors to see if we could peek inside. When it grew late we’d make s’mores over my grandma’s fire pit and wait until there wasn’t a soul on the beach so we could play sardines and hide behind the large, rusted blue dumpsters and under the lifeguard towers.
I’m sitting by myself on the patio writing this, enjoying the wind blowing through my hair and the comforting sound of the waves, and feeling nostalgic. It’s exciting to grow up and gain new privileges, like dating, driving, independence, etc. but sometimes I wish I was a kid again. Wonderful were the days when you could play from dawn until dusk without a care in the world! Maybe I’m just feeling nervous about how much is ahead of me and all the big decisions that are in my immediate future. Maybe I’m just wishing for the comfort of being a child, when the biggest decisions you’d have to make were what you’d wear for the first day of school. I don’t know what I want to do with my life yet and it’s a little unnerving that I don’t know where I’ll be, not just in 10 or 5 years, but 2 years! As I go off to college and enter into adulthood and a period of transition, I may be leaving my childhood behind, but I don’t have to leave the child I was behind; she’s inside and she’s braver and more courageous than I am. Maybe she’ll help me through!
I love this kid. Enjoy your childhood, Goose.
We were only in Madrid for an evening but the sun came out of its hiding place, there was some street Jazz (my jam), and gorgeous architecture- I mean that palace (insert gasp)! It’s beautiful! Sometimes I think that it doesn’t matter how much time you have somewhere; if you enjoy it while you’re there then you won’t know what you missed, and you’ll always remember that day and that place as beautiful:)
And if you didn’t already know, the Spanish queen and I… we’re tight!! But it’s like whatever;)Sadly both the palace and cathedral were closed when we went out for our evening walk, but at least there’s so much on the outside to relish and admire!!
Outfit details: Shirt – thrifted // pants – vintage thrifted // shoes – coolwayFun fact: pretty much every famous plaza in Spain is a square (or rectangle, whatever) but they’re all gorgeous!! Plaza Mayor in Madrid, Plaza Reial in Barcelona, and la Plaza de Salamanca in Salamanca are all the ones that I’ve walked through and admired. And at night, when they light up!… sigh.In this family, churros & chocolate are a must. If possible, we’d have them on a daily basis! We’d add them to the Davidson specialty food groups, which already consist of popcorn, hot chocolate, and crepes. Recently, we’ve been making them at home in hopes that we can perfect the art and not feel starved and desperate for another bite of heaven once we leave Spain!This old lady made my night when we were standing at a stop light and I saw her combing through her hair on her balcony. She looked over, smiled, waved, and blew me kisses!! I have a soft spot for adorable old folks, they’re far too adorable!It seems that everywhere I travel, I take a piece of that place with me. I tuck it somewhere safe inside me so I can pull it out and reminisce on that day when I please. But it also seems that I leave a part of me behind, caught up in the breeze that touches each beautiful building that it passes by or attached to a street post where it can stay forever and admire the city and the people therein. So maybe if you’re a Madrid, you’ll see me, or more precisely a past memory of me, trapped on the roof of a bus stop, happy to stay and admire the people that pass by below.