It started with a nudge from Stephen about four months ago. “Do you have a cutoff?” he asked gently. “You’ve been at this for awhile now and you’re still not making a real income from it. Do you have an estimate of when you’ll want to move on? You have so many other gifts and talents. There is just so much left to chance in the fashion industry.”
When Stephen turned twenty-seven (about a year and a half ago) we got into a fight. Not on his actual birthday, but during one of the weeks leading up to it. I was nagging him to be more serious about Life Things now that he was almost in his *late* twenties instead of mid-twenties, and he was insisting that twenty-seven still counted as “mid-twenties” and your late twenties began at twenty-eight.
Hello dear readers, Today I wanted to share a piece I wrote just shy of two years ago, right after coming back from Milan. I originally published it on my old blog and deleted it the next day–I wasn’t ready to share this much of myself. Two years (and lots of over-sharing!) later, here it is. I probably should have done something cute like share it on the exact anniversary of my return to San Francisco, but I felt strongly compelled to share it today.
Growing up, my dad was a minimalist and always gave little lectures on having few material belongings that you need, treasure, and take care of. He preached this way of life so often that my sister and I jokingly called it “Sermon Number One.”
I’ve been trying to write about Stephen since before April 9th. I wanted to write him a birthday post, but writing about him gets overwhelming. As I said way back in the post of our wedding video, trying to put our love story or my feelings for him into words is a bit like trying to recreate the Mona Lisa with a 12-pack of Crayolas. I never feel like I’m doing him or our love story justice.
You guys, I love me some crises. It’s a personality flaw, I know. And I’m working on that.
I’m a bit overwhelmed these days, you guys. I know, I know, I hardly look like a harried businesswoman in my quirky Le Coq sweatshirt. I’m thinking this is the beginning of a mild obsession with the brand.
This post is a continuation of My Skin Struggles (Part 1). I used a selfie as my featured image then, so I’m just going to do the same again! I was going to stage some kind of picture of me taking my Accutane pill, but it’s taken forever to get this post finished and in the wise words of Nike, I wanted to JUST DO IT.
Celebrating some big news at Ruth’s Chris!!! Top can be found here, similar earrings here and more options here. I tend to go through different phases when it comes to my aesthetic preferences. As I said in my About Me, I always questioned growing up whether I was the poetry-writing, theater-doing *unique* type or the more traditional girly-girl who likes flowers, cupcakes and the color pink.
Happy 2017, Friends!!! It’s already off to an AMAZING start for me, and I hope the same is true for you. <3