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in a week

Happy Valentine's Day_In a Week

I endured another Atlanta snowstorm. Very grateful I’m not one of the hundreds of thousands who lost power.

I was shocked and saddened by the collapse of one of my favorite historical buildings in Atlanta. I’m so happy no one was inside, and the owners seem optimistic about rebuilding.

I  fell for Oh Happy Day’s studio kitchen makeover. I swoon for smegs. :)

NYFW flooded my instagram feed. I was one jealous pup, but loved seeing the styles of everyone on and off the runway. Mary made faux fur look casual, Rachel looked pretty in pink (as always), and Emily had the sleekest stripes.

I made plans to pull out my hot glue gun for an upcoming craft session thanks to this DIY.

and on SoSo/// I made the yummiest raspberry paninis, I made champagne valentine cocktails, and I shared my fashion inspiration for my upcoming trip to Paris and London (which is in 6 days!)

Happy Valentine’s Day friends! This is a no-judgement zone right? Ok good because Josh and I are spending our night in eating pizza and binge watching season 2 of House of Cards. I wasn’t feeling the fixe prixe menu scene this year, and while we should have totally taken better advantage of vday being on a Friday, I think a heart shaped pizza in my pjs sounds like a dream ;)

Please tell me some of you have some better Valentine’s Day plans in store. Please divulge. Have you had reservations for weeks? or are you winging it?

february

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Life Lately: Time is such a funny thing. I’m fully aware this is an age old discussion, but it blows my mind how one second the future seems so far away, and the next second, you’re here! Point in case: my first trip abroad is sneaking up on me. I am a flurry of emotion over here. The real world is going to be put on pause for ten days while I get to do nothing but EXPLORE. You should see the smile on my face.

What I’m Listening To: The Shins. They make me so happy and (I’ve recently discovered) productive. The Shins radio has turned out to be a wonderful playlist while I’m writing.

What I’m Watching: True Detective on HBO. It is shot so well, I feel as if I’m watching an award-winning film every episode. If you aren’t watching, catch up now. Matthew McConaughey and Woody Harrelson are unbelievable, completely different actors.

What I’m Reading: Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese. Still. I didn’t finish in time for January book club, which is not to say the book isn’t wonderful. In fact, it’s flawless and enthralling and breathtaking all at once. It’s one of those books that requires your undivided attention because you need to be transported there to fully embrace every line. A perfect bath tub book. 

What I’m Excited About: For obvious reasons, the fact that in eighteen days I’ll be in Paris and in twenty days, I’ll be in London. For less obvious reasons, I’m overjoyed that we are nearing the end of winter. I welcomed this season with pretty open arms this year, but I long for the feeling of the sun beating on my back, the weekends at the lake, the flowers and the smells. I’m ready for spring, I’m desperate for summer.

Who’s Inspiring Me: Emily Henderson. Watching her renovate her new home is so inspiring. She is my design crush to the max. Just picture white on white on white with a few bright/funky accents. My dream.

What’s Inspiring Me: pretty pinks, darling bikes, confetti balloons, dalmatian dots, secret gardens, and this quote.

January Was: Not what I expected. I need to stop making the mistake of imagining January as this ideal, organized, healthy, happy month for me. The holidays are such a unique time of the year, it’s not so simple to blink my eyes come new year and get right back on track. Especially all at once. It took me until January 31st to finally feel like I’m in a good place organizationally, and it took me until February 1st to finally do a lick of exercise. Emily has a great system of doing one new daily task every day for a month, then adding on another. Impatient me scoffed at that system initially (because I want to change and I want to change now!), however, it’s a pretty perfect construct. Planning on taking note for the remaining 11 months of the year.

February Will Be: The first half will inevitably fly by. The second half will be ten days of adventure.

in a week

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my city was snowed in. Two inches of snow + the middle of the day + zero preparedness = chaos.  I spent over five hours in the car and ended up walking 1.5 miles home, and I was one of the LUCKY ones. It was amazing to see our city come together and support each other though. Southern hospitality at it’s best.

I almost sprinted straight to the store to get materials for this DIY (but ya know-then there was the whole snowpacalypse…)

I ran out of excuses to not work out after discovering another 30-day workout challenge. This time-yoga.

I decided to send my Valentine’s Day cards electronically this year thanks to these Kate Spade designs for Paperless Post. Oui Oui.

and on SoSo/// I wore white on white, a told a story about a pink house, and I added a new post to my travel series-lust list: traveling abroad edition (aka I shared everything I still need and implored you for advice)

This snowstorm has completely throw me off this week. I loved working from home, but today will be a big catch-up day in the office. I want to do as little as possible this weekend. Crazy to think I only have three more weekends in Atlanta until I’ll be in Paris and London.

Any fellow Atlantans with crazy snow stories?

 

 

a pink house

LittlePinkHouse_PineconeCampPhoto by Pinecone Camp

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The house I spent the first 18 years of my life in was pink, and oh how I loved that thing. I should backtrack because it was pink for the first 16 years of my life until my parents finally realized we would need to sell it in the near future, and no one, but us, would want a pink house. Then, it was gray.

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I didn’t grow up in a coastal town, so it was hardly the norm, and therefore I cherished in the fact that I had a pink house. No one else in my class could say the same, and I loved seeing everyone’s face when I would tell them it was pink.

To this day, my eyes light up when I see a lone pink house in a neighborhood of bricks, but I can’t say my dream house shares the same hue as my first.

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Lately though, I have been so drawn to pops of pink in homes. A surprising salmon door or a lone wall painted the shade of fresh ballerina slippers. Maybe it’s because I’m about to move in with Josh, so I’m longing for some semblance of femininity to include in our new abode.

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Regardless of the source of my pink dreams, I believe this itch won’t go away until it’s scratched. We won’t know if there will be space for my own office come May, but even if I have a tiny closet tucked away in the corner of the house, mark my words, there will be pink.

CaitlinWilsonPhoto by Caitlin Wilson4Erich-McVey-Design-SpongePhoto via Design Sponge

travels abroad

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Unlike the seemlingly rest of my college cohorts, I never made the right of passage study abroad trip nor the post-grad back packing through Europe excursion. My family trips as a kid were limited to the shores of Alabama, Florida, and South Carolina with the exception of one (terrible.awful.dont.ever.do.it) road trip to New York. Needless to say, I have never been abroad. And frankly, I didn’t think I would get the opportunity to head on a European vacation of my own for years to come. But this blog post is a happy blog post because this girl is heading to London and Paris in 30 days!

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One of my closest and best friends (the beautiful lady who’s engagement party I shared last year) is living in London for a year. With the cost of hotel/hostel eliminated, this really was an opportunity I couldn’t not take. Danielle (another best friend/perma roomie/soul mate/travel buddy) and I are flying to LHR at the end of February, jumping on a train to Paris for the weekend, then spending a week in London. Words can barely begin to describe my excitement. I feel so blessed to have the opportunity to travel to such beautiful places, and I count my lucky stars daily.

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To prepare for the trip and help countdown the days until adventure, I’m starting a little weekly mini-series on Wednesdays. Get ready for travel themed lust lists, packing essentials, European inspiration, and most importantly, lots and lots of questions from me (what should I pack, where should I go??).

au revoir!

UPDATE: Catch up on the Travels Abroad Series

ONE-lust list TWO-travel journal THREE-fashion inspiration

photos above: 1/2/3/4&5/6

in a week….or two

dreamers11 artwork by Oh My Deer via DesignLoveFest

I fell in love with Atlanta again thanks to Ginny’s 24 hour guide to this sweet city of mine.

I daydreamed of Summer. I’ll even take Spring. But, oh how I’m longing for the heat of Summer.

I found myself drawn to pink walls. and pink doors. Totally natural timing when planning a move with your boyfriend huh? Something tells me this won’t fly in the new place.

I needed this sofa chair. And a bolt of the fabric so I can cover my house wall to wall with those dots.

It’s seems a tiny bit silly to write my weekly Friday post when I haven’t written in two weeks, or maybe it feels a tiny bit right. Despite strong intentions for a productive January, the past seventeens days have taken me by storm. London is in one month and three days. Moving in three months. There are never enough hours in a day, friends! But here I am, catching up with the world.

I took the day off work today to give myself a little four day weekend, and I am so smitten with days like this. Running errands are typically the bane of my existence, but somewhat relaxing when they aren’t rushed and at odd hours. And being outside with morning light and an open day in front of me? It’s too good.

Feeling very grateful right about now.