The girl with flowers in her hair

I was just a girl with flowers in my hair
and you were just the boy who loved me

Rock, Paper, Scissors

2nd place winners at Match.com Halloween Happy Hour

All on a Saturday Night

Each Saturday growing up I went with my family to visit my grandparents in Dallas. I sat in the backseat and stared out the window. When it rained I would trace the raindrops with my finger. I watched them drip down the pane; watched their rolling bodies mesh into each other and fall apart like a broken love story. I used to make up songs and stories for their tapping pattering bodies. My parent’s country music would hum in and out of my stories, weaving its way in, pulling me away from my raindrops. Eventually the back and forth would lull me to sleep until I would wake up parked at the gas station while my Dad was buying a lotto ticket.

spring fever

So adorable

the past...

The wounds of the past aren’t easily ignored. They hang on like the litter that snags the rotting branches after a storm.

yes!

I love when trends come back in particular platforms! I always knew there was a reason I had been lugging my brown MIA platform wedges for the past 7 years.