if you want to know how much i love you, count the waves~




. . . .Happy Saturday. . . .

Yesterday, I was standing by a light post, and suddenly it occurred to me how young I am. how fragile I am. how easily I could break. yet how lucky I am. There are no wrinkles on my skin, few wrinkles on my soul. And although my life is measured by my breaths, and not my age, (death is always there), I still know, There are many lives left for me to live, and be, and meet. So many steeples to see, and lady bugs to catch. So many frowns to bend, and lovers to hug. I have years of misfortune, fortune, heartbreak, heart beats! How beautiful it is. How sweet it is. I'm the lucky one.

"People grow old only by deserting their ideals, Macarthur had written. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul. You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope as old as your despair. In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber. So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage, so long are you young. When your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and then only, are you grown old. And then, indeed as the ballad says, you just fade away.”

Don't waste your youth growing up!





This dress. This delicate, sheer, and fitted dress is new for me. Most of my outfits consist of flowers, boho-inspired prints, and femininity. This outfit is far from floral.... I always feel that fashion is never ending, always changing. In order to cultivate my love for fashion and all things style, I must try new things. New shapes. New colors. New shoes. Taking a risk, and playing with your own eccentricities is what makes fashion an art. The art of fashion is why I have my blog. The art of style, and expression. Our flesh is the canvas, and our clothes are the paint.

Speaking of a love for fashion, early in the week, I met with a girl named Linda. She is a talented contributor to calgaryfashion.ca, we met in a coffee shop, not only for questions, but to connect as friends. She is a sweetheart, and I can't wait to see how the interview turned out! My deepest gratitude to you Linda!






"We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing."



"I hope this turns into love, because you make me, make me feel so alive "




"Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun."




As you know, the sun is shining, the weather is warming, and February is ending. What a month. As each month passes, I am shocked at the state of time. I's amazing. How fast the clouds roll in and out, how fast the sun rises, and it falls. We're always in a constant metamorphosis. Thoughts are always changing, minds are always racing, ideas growing, ideas dying. With each changing season, and each changing mind, we grow.

We never stop growing, with or without milk.




"A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked."



One last note, I have promised you a Q&A video. I have not forgotten! Within the coming weeks, I will read over your questions, and compose a video with my answers, (hopefully by next week.) For now, play your instruments, sing your songs, laugh at your comedies, cry at your tragedies, and enjoy being. Be fire, be too quiet, be too loud, be too happy, be too good, be whatever ties your heart strings to the sky. We have breath, we're the lucky ones.

kiss kiss !!

dress- savers, gift from mom
necklaces- aldo/forever21
booties- value village $10