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 know what you’re thinking. We read the title Claude…are you really going to dedicate a whole other blog post on the colour pink and how Edward Cullen enamoured you’ve been with the hue this summer. No, but I had to address how fun those rose coloured glasses are, am I right? Everyone go out and invest in cheap coloured lens glasses, really funks up an outfit. For a fashion blogger I really don’t make recommendation or statements like that one often…which brings up the questions…what in the world is it I blog about then?
I always look at my fellow fashion feens in the blogger-sphere, and how lifestyle, health, fitness, and tip friendly they are an wonder…have I been doing it wrong all along? I know I preach about never comparing yourself to others and just doing you all the time, but a girl sometimes wonders you know. Have I been addressing my audience with the wrong topics? Instead of keeping you guys up with my current neuroses and thoughts of the week should I have been sharing 5 ways to style a pyjama blouse, or what lip colour is like… “the it shade” for fall.
I just never gave myself the authority to tell anyone how they should wear their clothes or which trendy items they should be buying right now. To me styling and fashion is such a clear way of expressing your individuality, mood, and telling the world who you are, that it would feel wrong to even suggest how you guys should choose to dress. Sure, I like when you inspire yourselves from my OOTDs, and get tons of warm and fuzzies when I’m tagged in photos of you guys wearing pieces I wore, but mostly I love that you make them your own. So, I guess that’s what the blog post was about today. Individuality, and celebrating the things in life that bring us together yet set us apart…like fashion. How I managed to turn a post about pink glasses into another preachy rant I’ll never know….
Urban Outfitter sunnies, Christian Dior tee, Zara skirt, Loewe bag, and Celine flats.
We’ve made it folks. Peter and I are finally residing in our new home, and boy is it pretty. It’s crazy to see how much your quality of life can improve, with just a change of scenery. I mean sure, it may just be the excitement talking, but I wake up every day with the morning light feeling light and fluffy on our little cloud. That being said the work that comes with turning a house into your dream home has been somethin’. Only two days of having the keys in hand we had most of our furniture in place, all of our things put away, and thought the end of our little move was in sight. Then…the OCD kicked in and oh boy did it come in hard. For the last two weeks I have been organizing every inch of the past 8 years of my life so our every possession fulfills its destiny by finding its way to the spot it was always meant to be in. It sounds crazy because it is. I can literally tell you on which shelf, of which cupboard, in which room, anything is…and boy does it feel good.
Peter does a ton around the house, but when it comes to organizing my way, bless his soul, the man can’t handle the heat. I started to organize his boot closet yesterday and after asking him to take over for a minute, I came back to a ton of dirty sneakers mismatched piled up in the back of a shelf. He wanted to make it clear to his future self that those were the yucky used sneakers…I could have died. So I got back to work, and haven’t stoped since. That’s kind of how all of our days have been as of late. Honestly, I can’t complain. I think that if you set aside the fact that I’m going absolutely crazy, I’m kind of enjoying myself. It’s a beautiful day in this neighbourhood, like everyday.
Balenciaga cap, Ray Ban sunnies, Zara shirt and trousers, Christian Dior bag, and Christian Louboutin heels