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The frivolity of being
Postpartum depression is an odd thing. The way that it comes and goes without warning never ceases to catch me off guard; one moment I am fine and the next something has touched that deep sadness in me and it rises up to be prominent for a few days before sinking back down again. It’s not constant. It’s not predictable. It’s barely definable, to me. This past weekend started with the slow rise of PPD, and I find myself today feeling the ache more than ever. I’ve noticed recently that certain people I know make it better or worse; certain situations, or sequences of events, lead to my feeling a…
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Nailing It + The Leibster Award
Girls, prepare yourselves for a photo-heavy post (for me) because there are three things that are going to make this a longer post than the norm: I am wearing a 1940’s crushed velvet cape. That right there is reason enough to post like 100 pictures. I want to look like this (sans cape) forever and always every day. There is something about this outfit that is just 100% ME — the mix of patterns, the polka dots, the perfect retro shoes, the fact that it is nearly entirely thrifted/vintage, the casual feel even though it’s a skirt and heels… and the fact that it just makes me feel like a…