Naguisa / Relatos del calzado EL YUTE from Pablo de Val on Vimeo.
I first saw a pair of Naguisa shoes through a window late one night when we were in Valencia. After that moment, I had been dreaming about them until the day I walked into one of my favorite boutiques in the Born district of Barcelona and saw them sitting on the shelf as part of their new spring collection! Spain is known for their craftsmen shoes; 90% of the time, when you flip a shoe over, it will say handmade in Spain. I love that! I love reading the words handmade especially since we live in a time when so many things are mechanized. I love the idea that by purchasing a pair of handmade shoes, you’re also purchasing the creativity, imagination, and delicate hand work that went into producing them. And even more than that, you’re enabling an artisan to continue the work he/she loves.
Yes, yes. The video’s in Spanish. So I’ll explain a few key elements. David, the narrator, is the son of Naguisa‘s founder who’s been making shoes for 30 years. He talks about how shoe making is an art form. With 5 basic yute models (the rope material on the bottom of the shoe), they can make many different designs, but each requires a significant amount of close hand work. He talks about how frustrating it can be to be a part of a craftsman shoe business when some people want to export the process of shoemaking to other countries where they can be made by machines completely and more cheaply. He talks about how proud he is of his family’s company and its legacy and how he doesn’t understand why people can want the same kind of product without the same kind of care and artistry that his family’s company puts into every pair of shoes.
The few pairs of handmade shoes I’ve invested in here, excite me more than any other shoes I’ve purchased from malls or large department stores in the past. I think that Spain has spoiled me and turned me into a shoe snob! Hah! But I’ve come to love this art of shoe making . . . there’s a part of me that wants to change my declared major;)
There are so many other equally AWESOME artisan shoemakers in Spain that I love. I wrote this post about Kokua shoes a few months back. And I also love this post about the importance of investing in handmade items that Secondhand Sundays wrote recently.
Provecho!! Tessa Lynn
This is summer. Eyes closed and arms stretched, reaching for the rays of the sun that bathe your face, lighting your features. The heat you feel on your skin causes a smile to stretch across your lips as the sun stretches across the sky.
Summer is dancing in the waves that lap at your ankles. It’s the wet sand that oozes between your toes. It’s the the hem of your dress, wet from the spray of the salty ocean waves.Summer is the joy you can’t contain. So you jump! You jump because this world’s beautiful and you love it! You love the sound of the crashing waves and watching as the tide comes in and goes out and you imagine that as the waves rise, break, and come crashing before your feet that it’s bowing to you, saying hello. You jump because you love the heat of the sun washing over you wrapping you in its blanket of warmth!
Summer is the the accumulation of moments spent with the people you love in a world that you love. It’s picking up the shells on your away back up the beach, lingering as long as you can, hoping the sun will linger in the sky just a little longer with you. You watch as the moment you enjoyed sets with the sun. You breathe in the beauty one last time because time doesn’t last forever, although sometimes you wish it would. And as you hop in the car, you bring the ocean with you on the hem of your dress and the sand that’s still stuck between your toes. But you plan to return tomorrow because you know that the sun, the sea, and the sand will all still be there,waiting for you at the height of its illustrious summer beauty.
Besitos, Tessa Lynn
(photo-cred to my dad for these amazing pictures)
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.
One my favorite things about traveling is the food. I just love food. The bread and the pastries in France are scrumptious! I was spoiled afterwards; anytime I have a pastry now, I compare it to the ones in France! Terrible, but true. Spain, however, is known for its paella and tapas, which are out of this world! And when we were cruising’ down the Danube last year, the food was equally as unique and delicious. Also, I do have to give props to my home country, America, for its burgers. You cannot find a burger in Spain that compares to deliciousness of In-n-Out, Islands, Five Guys, and the list goes on. Oh, and I’m a huge mexican food fan as well! I’ll take a fish burrito or cheese enchilada any day!
Often, when we’re on the road, we’ll grab a baguette (which sounds a little like bigote, Spanish for mustache) and humus and chow down; it’s a tradition now and one I’m in favor of:) I’d love love love to travel to India and Asia and so many other countries and experience the food and culture there as well. India is currently at the TOP of my bucket list! Where’ve you been, what’ve you eaten and loved? Any local places you love too?
There’s so much that goes on in life. There’s so much to get done, so much hustling around and worrying about how we’ll finish all the tasks that lay before us. Sometimes, we just need to slow down, take a breather, and remember how stinkin’ beautiful the world is and how blessed we are to live in it! My peaceful moments normally occur at night. Living in a big city, there are lights everywhere at night which would suggest noise and movement but sometimes, its the opposite: it’s perfectly still and quiet. It doesn’t matter if there are 1000 people out walking around at night or if there’s only 1, the street lights will always click on at their designated time; however, sometimes I like to pretend they click on for me. Especially on rainy nights, when the streets are desolate, I pretend the street, the lights, even the night and its beauty belongs to me. We have a fantastic view of the city from our apartment so sometimes, late at night, when all the lights in our own flat are out and everyone’s asleep, I like to sit on our porch in the crisp night air and just admire this city, the moon, the city lights, and the Sagrada Familia all lit up. Time seems to stand still, if only for a moment, but that moment is all I need to relax, recharge, and prepare myself for another busy day.
Just thought you’d like to know the routine. The weekly, daily, hourly routine. It’s all fun and games when this kid is jumpin’ around in front of the camera, but when I’m going through the photos and every few pictures, BOOM! there’s Silas or when a spectacular photo comes along and there he is, floatin’ in the air, his tongue sticking out and all… my head explodes! However, each time I see that adorable face of his with his chin up like Pinocchio’s, all of a sudden he could do nothing wrong in my eyes.
But to convince you (and myself for that matter) that my work (i.e. posing) ain’t completely fruitless and that this adorable/mischievous child’s photobombing skills are only utilized part-time, I’ve included some of our only good photos my favorite photos from our day in Salamanca, Spain.
In short, I think I can say that this post most accurately describes my life more than any other post i’ve written. Therefore, since this has been a peak into what this life of mine really looks like, I guess you can call this a true and honest introduction. This kid, both these kids, make my life so enjoyable, I wouldn’t have them any other way:)