Saturday, August 16, 2014

~ 12 days of summer ~

I don't want summer to end.  But unfortunately for me, I only have 12 full, uninterrupted days of summer vacation.  Because that number is depressing and the idea of going back to composition books,  note cards, highlighters, and massive amounts of caffeine is horrible, I'm cherishing every minute of free time and filling it with fun things!

12 days left.
After sleeping in, running errands, and eating good food, I baked a cake and watched Key Largo.

 

11 days left.
Spent the day lounging by the pool, drawing skeletons, going to an art show in the evening, and finished the day with a hot bath.


{gap top and shoes, old navy pants}


10 days left.
In the morning we left to make the drive to Thomasville where we met my sister who was making her way back home from Atlanta.  We shopped, we ate, and then we jammed to good music.  
Then after a quick nap and a quick dinner, I went to a movie with friends in the evening.


9 days left.
This morning I worked out with my mama and sister, ran errands, and caught up on all the news from Atlanta.  Then we all had an amazing lunch!  I think I'll head up to the pool for some swimming and a quick nap before catching a movie tonight (has anyone seen Boyhood yet?).

Hanging up my new map

Spicy southwestern vegetable soup and sweet kale salad with cabbage, brussels sprouts, roasted pumpkin seeds, cranberries, broccoli, and a poppyseed dressing.

Today I reluctantly bought notebooks, but I'm trying not to let it kill my vibe.  Besides, even though classes start soon, it'll be shorts weather until October.  

Nine days left of summer.

xoxo,
Eliza

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

~ ~

I'm sad.

Here are the things I'm doing to combat my sadness:

01. Eating lots and lots of bread.

02. Going for walks.

03. Watching lots of Scrubs on Netflix.

04. Talking to good friends.

and

05. Giving lots of thought to the changes I would like to make in my life and the ways that I can make those changes.  Everything you want is achievable and life is precious.

"Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles." Charlie Chaplin


xoxo,
Eliza

Thursday, August 7, 2014

~ blues and greens and polka dots ~

I've always loved polka dots, yet I don't wear them that often.  Probably because they can be a little hard to style.  But I found some inspiration on pinterest this morning and decided to give them a shot!

polka dots

#Anthropologie #Springmadewell's spring line. LOVE that skirt.

{gap shirt, shoes, and scarf, old navy pants, target belt and purse}


I ended a day of working with chinese food and watching A Room With a View.


And happy Throwback Thursday everyone!


xoxo,
Eliza

Saturday, August 2, 2014

~ roman holiday ~

I've always been fascinated with ancient Rome and Greece.

Maybe it stems from my childhood obsession with My Big Fat Greek Wedding.


Or maybe from my childhood obsession with Mamma Mia.


Or maybe from my childhood obsession with Roman Holiday.


Whatever the reason, my obsession still holds strong.

Now...onto the point of this post.  Let's talk about Diana the Huntress, the biggest badass mother f*cker in Roman history (if you ask me).  Daughter of Latona and Jupiter, twin sister of Apollo, Roman equivalent of Greece's Artemis.  A virgin goddess of childbirth, women, the hunt, and the moon, who swore to never marry.  Could talk to and control animals.  Carried a bow and a quiver.  Made several appearances in Shakespeare's work, and is still a popular subject in the art world.

So when I recently found myself with some free time, and some inspiration, I figured it was time to fully accept my complete obsession with every aspect of her life.




Unfortunately, inspiration struck before I had time to a) make a toga, b) find a bow and/or quiver, and c) construct a head piece.  But later that day, my neighbor's cat (who up until then had run in the opposite direction of me every time I got within ten feet of it) licked my hand and started purring.  I like to think Diana had a part in that.

xoxo,
Eliza

Thursday, July 31, 2014

~ summer brights ~

Instead of my usual black/white striped t-shirt, jeans, and tan flats, I've decided to make an effort to bring some color into my wardrobe and into my life.

{gap dress, target shoes}

{taking my mom's new glasses for a (very quick) spin}

{some logo designing}

{trying out a new lipstick color}

{new Modcloth shoes and new business cards}

I hope everyone's been having a colorful week!

xoxo,
Eliza

Monday, July 28, 2014

~ girl talk ~

Avert your eyes or close the tab if you don't like talking about womanly stuff.

As much as I love the idea of pushing a small human out of my lady bits, I sometimes wonder if 40+ years of periods is worth it.  I started the Monthly Trip to Hell when I was ten years old.  In the summer.  Before most of my friends.  As you can imagine, I was thrilled (bold and indented for emphasis).  For one week every month for nearly the rest of my adult life I would be uncomfortable, unhappy, and in pain - what ten year old wouldn't feel thoroughly optimistic about that?

{completely realistic advertising.  Good job, Tampax.  Good job}

Sure, it's a small price to pay for the love and joy that a child brings into your life, but it also happens to SUCK.  Big time.  I mean, unless laying in bed with a heating pad on your abdomen, cold washcloth on your forehead, assortment of midol, motrin, ibuprofen, and pamprin on your bedside table, and buying a box of pads the size of a pillow sounds like your idea of a rip roaring good time.  If so, I don't think we'll be good friends.

But seriously, is it worth it?  Cramps so bad that it feels like your inner organs are trying to climb out of your body just to avoid the wrath of your uterus (fun fact: one day I couldn't find the heating pad, so I plugged my laptop in to charge and set it on my abdomen until it got hot).  Migraines that suck what's left of the fun out of your life.  Pimples the size of Arkansas.  Welcome to my life.

I suppose one day if I ever have children (which I'm not planning on), I'll be nursing a baby and enjoying my break from periods and sigh with a smile, thinking "Boy, was it worth it!"  But that day is not today.

Rant over.  8 years down, 32+ years to go.

xoxo
Eliza

Sunday, July 27, 2014

~ changes, changes ~

Do you ever find yourself in such a deep rut that you'll need a seventeen-foot ladder to get yourself out of it?  Well that rut is where I'm writing this from.  Now, here's how I plan to combat this!  By doing things I've always wanted to do.

01. cutting and dyeing my hair: done and done.


02. getting a tattoo: not done yet, but stick around

 rifle paper co tattoo
Rifle Paper Co. Inspired tattoo. Via one of my IG friends.Amanda Louise: Ch-ch-ch-changes

I know, I know...go ahead and say it.  "you're too young." "you'll regret it," "are you SURE you want it?"
Get it all out of your system now.  But here's the thing about tattoos - they're a personal decision, a personal choice.  Like having a baby or buying a black t-shirt when you usually buy white.  Maybe I'll buy a black t-shirt in two months, maybe in a year, maybe in three years, but eventually I'll get sick of white t-shirts and branch out.

03. traveling.  

turks and caicos
{Turks and Caicos}
Menorca, Spain. #CMGlobetrotters
{Menorca, Spain}

Faroe Islands     Amazing Snaps: Faroes Island, Denmark
{Faroes Island, Denmark}

Cotswolds, England - I would love to see the gorgeous hills and cute, curly-haired sheep!     Bibury, England. Our tips for 25 fun things to do in England: http://www.europealacarte.co.uk/blog/2011/08/18/what-to-do-england/
{Cotswolds, England}

The list could go on.  

Even though my life currently revolves around things I HAVE to do, rather than the things I WANT to do, I haven't completely given up hope.  Today I ordered some temporary tattoos, I'm planning a trip to the mountains in October, and who knows...maybe in a month or two I'll buy a black t-shirt.

xoxo,
Eliza