I am not a poet. For the life of me I can’t hear meters, even if I read if for hours knowing what it is.
When we had an over 70 degree day and I was strong enough to do a photoshoot this outfit was the first on my list.
It had been an agitating Monday, so Static took a walk to clear her head.
It was an incredibly warm day in January, and the sky was prone to frequent drizzles. I had pieced together this outfit and wanted to shoot it for the blog, but soggy earth and limited energy left me unable to go very far from home.
The date was perfect until they walked through the revolving door.
Contrary to her reasonable nature, Stranger had kept count of the months since she had gone to find the island in the mist.
Tuesday marked my first year of blogging, and it has been a crazy year.
I started out strictly as a style blog, taking pictures indoor against a wall because I was too weak to go outside…
Brooches are one of those accessories that can feel extremely dated and tacky. Oversized bling and kitsch shapes can make them feel gaudy or extremely dated (and not in an elegant, vintage sort of way).
Stranger left for the dock early in the morning.
It was the time when the mist was the thickest, when the island would show… if it were there.
Wish took a brisk walk to clear her head. The chill air cut at her breath, and she sat down on a park bench to rest.