I hate to say it but almost everyone seems to be in mutual agreement that 2016 wasn't the greatest year at all. I mean, I'm hoping someone out there on this planet had a wonderful year, an unforgettably amazing year, but for the majority of us, I think we're more than ready for a fresh new start, am I right? I'm not a big believer in new years resolutions because I definitely think we can make a change within our lives no matter what day of the year it is but still, there's something motivating about visually crossing off the last day of the year and starting a fresh new page in a calendar.
With that said, I dug through all my old photos and notes from this year in an attempt to find all the good that I could about 2016. I've narrowed it down to 3 things, with one of those "things" being the greatest thing that has happened to me in a long, long time.
Christmas came and went just as fast as ever. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and that you have high hopes for 2017 (I know I do!). 2016 kind of punched us all in the face and I think it's going to take a while to recuperate.
In other news, I decided to try my hand at night photography because the last few times I tried, I just ended up using the flash and it looked like one big spotlight was present in every photo (not a good look). I've still got a long way to go before I feel completely satisfied with night photography but as always, baby steps.
The top half of this outfit reminds me of Maureen O' Hara's character in The Quiet Man (if you haven't seen that film, we can't be friends), which kinda sparked an idea for some outfit posts in 2017. I hope to recreate some of my favorite outfits from classic films/TV but with a more modern approach.
I forget if we've talked about this before but are you a fan of classic film/TV? Any favorites?
Every time I wear this trench coat, which admittedly isn't as often as I'd like (THANKS California weather for always being so sunny and sunny and sunnier) I am reminded of the glorious week I spent in Ireland 2 years ago. I wore this coat on the plane which was a good thing considering I only took one other jacket (from Forever 21) and it got lost somewhere between San Francisco and Washington D.C. I would've been so mad if this trench coat would've been lost. But I don't even want to think about that!
I feel like this green trench coat is one that I'll wear for many years to come. I mean, I hope it'll last that long. I have another trench coat (you know, the Holly Golightly kind) and just the other day, I put my hands in the pockets and one of the pockets ripped right before my eyes! It was shocking as I've always believed trench coats are a staple piece that will last a very long time.
Anyway. This green trench has even more special meaning to me now that it's gone with me to Ireland. It saw the Cliffs of Moher, the Rock of Cashel, Dublin (it was a lifesaver during a huge rain storm I got caught in while strolling the streets) and so much more. I've promised it that we will go back to the Emerald Isle together again someday.
I literally had the best childhood ever. And every year that goes by, I try hard to hang onto all the memories I can. Why does life get better? get worse? get boring? get pointless? get beautiful? get amazing?
All I know is that Christmas was unbelievably joyful every year when I was growing up and it wasn't all just about the presents (which, of course, was undeniably exciting in itself).
I miss so many things. The excitement that would build up as soon as December arrived. You could literally smell Christmas in the air- it was always a mix of pine trees and cold air. I haven't smelled it since I moved away from my hometown years ago.
I miss the very, very occasional fall of snow. It snowed about once every 10 years and when it did, it was always only for about 10 minutes and the world would literally stop and stare. It was magical and incredibly exciting. In the photo above, I am about 2 years old and it was my first experience with snow. Thankful to my mom for making a snowman and capturing a photo of it.
Ice skating. Every Winter, the local mall would set up an ice rink and it was one of my most fun memories with some of my cousins. I was sad when they shut down. I really, really hope to ice skate again soon, especially outdoors- that would be a dream.
I also miss Christmas parties at school where everyone would bring food to share (usually sweets). I miss Christmas shows that our school would put together and I'd usually force myself to get over stage fright to play the piano.
I miss family gatherings. I didn't have as much anxiety back then so it was much more enjoyable.
Just genuine joy, love, cheer and happiness. That's what I miss most of all. Christmas was everything it was supposed to be when I was growing up.
What do you miss about being a kid on Christmas?
Living on the coast is nice and all, but admittedly, I really miss the fact that most trees don't change colors and the leaves rarely fall. While at the dog park the other day, from afar, I noticed a beautiful almost-Maple-looking tree and just knew I had to take a million photos of it. It was also the first cold-ish day so I got to wear my wool coat, which made me ridiculously happy. It's so weird to think the holidays are upon us already. I'm not really ready for them, if I'm being honest. I've been feeling down lately and I'm not sure what it's going to take to completely snap out of it but I can tell you one thing, days like this where I just live in the moment and take photos for fun, make all the difference in the world.
It was the first time I got photos of myself walking with Djinn Djinn and Lulu. They've been on many walks together already but I haven't been able to capture it on photo until now. Do you know how challenging it is to take pictures while walking with a critter on each arm? Each dog has a mind of their own and one likes to sniff everything in sight (ahem, Lulu) while the other wants to run fast (ahem, Djinn Djinn)! I won't point any fingers but DJINN DJINN is sometimes so stubborn and instead of walking, he just wants to stop and sit on any bench he can find. I'm not sure who's walking who!
Over the past week, I took a little bit of a break from the online world (except for Instagram because, duh what is life if I can't take a peek at everyone's #ootds and flatlays) and traveled back to my small hometown in Northern California.
It's hard to believe it's already been one month since I introduced Lulu to the world. When I adopted her, she was scrawny, her fur was disheveled and she just had this huge cushion of sadness surrounding her. It makes me sad to even think about it. Flash forward to the present and I can't even imagine life without her now...
Saturday was the annual Renaissance festival which is always quite an extravagant experience. It's so interesting to immerse yourself in one of history's most famous time periods. One thing is for sure, it's a nice "place" to visit, but I'm sure glad I didn't live through that. Can you imagine? The outfits were incredibly heavy, the people seemed so rowdy (like, more than they are now and most likely super smelly) and any attempt at disobedience would probably land you in the guillotine (even though, you know, it kinda wasn't invented yet but I'm sure they had torture systems that were just as horrible...)
|Her very first day at home- I can't imagine how stressful and scared a shelter dog's life is but I hope Lulu will feel nothing but safety and love in my household.|
On Saturday morning, I woke up at the spur of the moment- a lot earlier than I normally would've anyway- and decided I just HAD to go and adopt this little chihuahua I had seen online at the local humane society. However, this definitely wasn't a spur of the moment decision. I had been wanting to do this ever since I first adopted Djinn Djinn 6 years ago (I have always felt guilty about the fact that I wasn't able to adopt his little sister and his mother who were also at the pound-- the POUND--animal shelter is too kind of a description, in my opinion).
"Sometimes when things are falling apart, they may actually be falling into place."
Outfit details: sunglasses- local boutique//top-Forever 21 (old)//Jeans- Levi's//Boots- 6pm.com
I have always been a jewelry admirer. When I was little, I loved buying the cheap plastic/metal rings from the 25 cent machines they have at supermarkets. Rings were my thing. I've never been into expensive fine jewelry even though as I've gotten older, I definitely do see the difference between choosing quality over quantity. For the most part, I am attracted to vintage costume jewelry but when I was in my teens, I'd usually buy the type from Forever 21 and it was oddly satisfying. When I first adopted Djinn Djinn, I kinda stopped wearing jewelry regularly because I found that he would get scared if I wore bangles or long necklaces while holding him- the things you do for your furry pals! But recently, I've started to wear jewelry a bit more often as my outfits were becoming way too boring without it.
These days, it seems everyone has a YouTube channel and for that, I say, more power to you. You're brave and I admire you. That said, I know a lot of talk, gossip and speculation has been going around about whether YouTube is en route to completely replace blogs and to that...I have to scrunch up my nose just a tiny bit. I definitely understand the appeal of FINALLY being able to see and hear your favorite bloggers in video form but at the same time, they both are just two completely different platforms with similar intentions (to connect a wide range of people) and you just really can't expect one to outdo the other- at least, according to me.