You could say I’ve kinda hit a wall as of late. Writing weekly entries on this blog used to be my escape, my favourite method of self expression, my way of speaking out on issues, or confessing all the big and little things in life that were and weren’t going my way. Now it feels as though I only speak of the weather. I use to share…I used to swear! This text used to feel more like my voice then when I actually spoke aloud. I’m not sure if I lost that because these posts became less frequent, and images started speaking my 1000 words on instagram, or if maybe I lost a bit of myself along the way, while trying to appeal to everybody from clients to my audience. All I know is I’d like to go back to those good old days. I’d like to talk to you guys like an old friend again. Admit all of my wrongs, my neurosis, my short comings, not just use these 200 words as an episode recap of what you missed last week on your favourite sitcom. Though I do want to bring back my Gilmore Girl-esque obscure references, from TV, film, and song that really brought together those who understood them. I want the words to flow out of me about everything and nothing the way they always seemed to before. Kind of the way they are now. I hope you guys enjoy this little renaissance, and don’t mind if I step back out of the box a little. Can’t wait to tell you how I’m feeling next week….but so far I feel fucking great.
FSTVL sunnies, Rag & Bone denim jacket, Reformation dress, Louis-Vuitton “Petite Boîte Chapeau”, and Prada platform wingtips.
If you guys have seen our latest adventure vlog from our time in Barcelona, you know the city wasn’t the usual sunny, joyful paradise we were used to visiting. We arrived an hour after the awful tragedy that occurred on Las Ramblas, claimed the lives of 13 people, and injured 100 others. The culprits were still at large and the manhunt taking place was covered on every news channel and radio station. The heightened security procedures in the streets and in our hotel made us feel more anxious than safe and the mood of the city was dark to say the least.
The people of Barcelona were sad for their city, and as tourist we felt guilty for even being there. To see locals, bend over backwards to make sure our little vacation wasn’t bothered or altered in any was blew my mind. If I heard one more person apologize for what occurred I was going to have to start hugging strangers and ask them to shut up. I wanted to tell everyone to go home, check on your loved ones, take a day off. It was a lot to handle for anyone let alone the people who call the city home. Yet their worries and anxiety revolved around guests having the best possible experience. To say we felt bad inconveniencing anyone would be the understatement of the century.
After 2 days spent held up in our hotel at my father’s request, we finally sneaked out of our little fortress, to take a tour of the vibrant city we love so much. Todos Con Barcelona, was something that was felt on every street corner, and plaza. As we were living fearful and guilt ridden in our little bubble life went on in Barcelona, and the city refused to let their oppressors win. We wondered at the gothic architecture, binged on tapas, drank Estrella, and wandered the city. We finished our day at Las Ramblas, in a crowd of hundreds mourning the events that took place and honouring those who had lost their lives. No one was scared, no one was fearful, no one let the events that took place take the city’s spirit away. I regretted ever spending a minute more in that hotel room. We love you, and your people Barcelona, and cannot wait to come back and visit soon.
Zara headband, Rayban sunnies, Storets dress, Chanel backpack, and Golden Goose Deluxe Brand Sneakers
OMG what a journey it’s been. I apologize for the delay in posting, but hopefully you guys enjoyed following us our little adventures via Instagram. After a long, amazing month eating in Spain it feels so good to be back home. I mean the jet lag isn’t the best, but sitting on my couch here writing this post was a feeling I’ve missed quite a bit. You see I have travel fomo, real seize the moment problems which prevent me from sitting at my computer when in a foreign land, or anywhere I feel the need to explore really. This means that not only haven’t I written a blog post in a couple weeks, but I’m behind in all of my crappy reality TV shows (who got eliminated on the Challenge Dirty Thirty?!), I have zero intel on any of the super relevant celebrity news that has occurred (like no idea what the Kardashians are doing), oh and my fat email inbox is giving me real dark thoughts. That being said it felt so SO good to disconnect a little, but for the first time in years of traveling I finally feel happier home than on the road. So I’m going to catch up on my life here, pick up some parcels, pay some bills, face my scary inbox, and actually really enjoy it. Is this me getting old? Anyway, we have so many amazing vlogs coming your way on our YouTube channel and can’t wait to share all our adventures and shenanigans with you my little chickens. See you real soooon.
Chanel earrings, Zara matching separates, Louis-Vuitton Mini Malle, and Aquazzura shoes.
I’m so full…but like actually. I have been living off a strict diet of sour gummy worms and Old Dutch BBQ chips for the past week or so and I’m starting to feel it. Funnily enough my body seems to have adapted quite nicely, and hasn’t been too cruel when my scale and I get to get together to catch up. I think it’s from the years of training my metabolism I had living off junk food in high school. Seriously though, at the time Twix and Kit Kat bars were a part of a nutritious breakfast. I’m living a sugar renaissance really. I mean health wise I’m sure I’m shaving minutes or hours off my life somehow, but man I’ve been having a great time eating Glosettes in my car, and pairing Doritos as the starch to my protein. I’m starting to wonder…is candy and crap food the secret to happiness?
I feel some type of rebellious, laughing off the potential of a summer body while going through my stash of Cadbury Cream Eggs from Easter, and I’m not going to lie, I feel better than I have in quite some time. As the famous singer songwriter Sheryl Crow once sang…”if it makes you happy it can’t be that ba-a-a-ad”. So I say as long as we haven’t felt the effects of scurvy, and our arteries are still somewhat operational, let’s celebrate the small, simple, and bad things in life that make us happy. Come on girls, let us eat cake!
Vintage bandana, hoop earrings from Claire’s (not even kidding), Fenty X Puma sweatshirt dress, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Christian Louboutin shoes.