A little photo recap from a vacation in South Carolina last week – definitely didn’t regret lugging along my big camera for this early morning walk through Charleston. Couldn’t get enough of the architecture, gardens, and morning light.
Had to make a necessary stop before the walk, obviously.
One of the sweetest takes on “Private Property” that I ever did see.
South Carolina is not a state, it is a cult. – Pat Conroy
Charleston is most definitely one of my favorite cities. Have you ever been?
The (long overdue) arrival of warm weather in New England has meant that I’ve been wishfully thinking “spring” for a few months now without being able to dress the part. Finally, on a sunny day a few weeks ago, when it finally felt like I might not be forcing it, I decided to dig in to my bin of summer clothes that had been packed away all winter. Dressing up in colors I hadn’t worn since last summer season inspired me to break out some locally-sourced accessories I hadn’t worn in a while: my Angela Moore bracelets.
If you encountered me circa spring 2009, you’d find me rocking these pretty pastel beads at least once a week. Before Alex and Ani or Kiel James Patrick came on the RI bracelet scene, my friends and I were all voracious Angela Moore collectors, accruing large collections of painted bracelets with matching necklaces or earrings, in many cases. When birthdays rolled around, a little blue bag emblazoned with AM’s leafy logo was a welcome gift. Since they were such a staple when I was little, I tend to associate them with my lovely little island home – appropriately so, given that the only Angela Moore store outside of Florida is in Newport. It’s been quite a few summers since I actually wore them downtown, but I’m definitely thinking of bringing them back in to my jewelry rotation this year!
For more information about the brand or to buy a bracelet of your own, check out the Angela Moore Collection online.
Disclaimer: This is not a sponsored post and I was not compensated by Angela Moore for my writing – I just sincerely love my bracelets and wanted to share!
First, my apologies for being gone so long…I’ve been in a bit of a blogging rut and also totally preoccupied by my own birthday as well as my mom’s 60th. However, all those birthdays have brought my train of thought to the latest station: the weird social phenomenon that is the birthday picstitch.
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Way back in October, two occasions coincided. The first was that I was in search of a mailable, stylish birthday gift for a good friend. The second was that I had finally decided to pull the trigger on placing an order with May Designs because another friend (who is lucky to still be a BC student) was a campus rep for them this fall.
The Results: For my friend, I settled on personalized stationery. She and I are both unabashed lovers of all things monogrammed, and stationery is one of those things that everyone wants to have lots of but no one wants to buy for themselves. Or maybe that’s just me? For myself (since apparently I have 0% self-control when it comes to said monogram obsession) I figured I’d get a jump start on ordering something I inevitably buy every year anyways – an agenda.
Although my May Book is a lot thinner than my usual agenda (I was a big fan of Vera Bradley planners in college – storage/pages galore) not being in school anymore has made it possible to tone it down a bit. So far, I’ve been very pleased with my purchase. Of course, it would be hard for me not to love something green and navy blue.
Learn More: The founding of this company has one of those great, “living a dream” stories. I’m always about that. Also, all their products are eco-friendly! Yay!
Do you use or love any May Designs products? What patterns are your favorites?
Unfortunately, I can cite several occasions where I’ve lost personal items to the world of taxis. The list of things doomed to be gone forever includes: an iPhone, a well-loved pair of earrings, money, etc. I can’t decide which is worse: knowing immediately after exiting the vehicle that you’ve just lost something forever or that sinking feeling later on when you wonder where an item has gone only to discover that you must have left it in a cab. I’d say it ranks pretty high on the scale of discoveries that make you want to smack yourself in the head and groan “Why?” repeatedly.
image via Style Me Pretty
I bring this all up, of course, because somehow last weekend I managed to do the seemingly impossible – I lost a pair of shoes in an Uber. Continue reading