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Taylor's Marilyn-Inspired Birthday Dress with a Side of Honesty

So here’s where I’m at, from a very non-medical front. Here’s a simple dress that I actually struggled with. A lot. Here’s a long blog-post about suffering and not about an exciting adventure around the world with pretty people and tasty food. Here’s a glimpse at some cracks in my heart. Here’s some honesty. And I hope, here’s a safe place for anyone who’s suffering to feel like they aren’t alone and maybe even to share. Whether it’s in the comments below,  private message, or a phone call to a friend, you may be surprised by what a little imperfect, mad, or seemingly ridiculous honesty can do. 

Brew Your Own -- Tools from Susan Khalje

One class and one meal with Couture Extrordinare, Susan Khalje

In my experience, there are two types of artists in this world. 

There are the conceptualists. The ones who wield their arms about and plan together over cold Starbucks coffee in shiny conference rooms. They tend to be the ones who make money.

Then there are the hands-on creators. These are the ones with greasy hair and difficult, or to be kind, whymsical, dispositions and a preference to work on their own. Their coffee might be cold too, but they probably brewed their own. 

Cabin in the Woods

Time doesn't exist in Cascadia, a tiny memory of a town in Oregon's Wilamette Valley where ladies in pointed shoes and gentleman in tall hats used to flock to drink the spring water in the 1930's. The trees are so tall, the light that does filter through feels eternally like sunrise, with air that is damp, and smooth, and new. A handful of cabins line a winding street, with blackberries twining out the windows of abandon cars and smoke puffs rise from tin chiminies. 

The Long, Long, School Bus

A Guest Post 'a la Ma' -- From fashion shows to fashion school, I've written a lot about the "designer" part of my life. You've read about days exploring New York City and seen pictures of models in fancy clothes. Well, surprise! There's a lot more to my life than all of that. I actually grew up on a farm in Central Oregon and my parents were high school sweet hearts.

Fred is Dead

Cockroach Funerals and Hitting the Bottle

March 5, 2018 — Fred is Dead. And so is my head.

There has been an unfortunate turn of events for both Fred and myself. 

A bit more unfortunate for Fred than the latter, however, so we’ll devote our attention in his direction first. 

 

A Day of Christmas Shopping in New York City

Silver Bells! Silver Bells! It's Christmas-Shopping-Time in The City. Let's make a day of it. 

There's a reason New York City is one of the most popular tourist destinations during the holidays. It's simply a magical place to be this time of year. The snow-softened streets are illuminated by thousands of twinkling lights strung up on every tree and rooftop. Curiousities from bow-sporting paper mache giraffes to thimble-sized vilages call out from the store windows, and everyone seems to be in their best moods. 

Christmas is magical. What about Christmas shopping?

 
 

Pretty Brilliant

A reflection of September's New York Fashion Week and my first month in fashion school.

New York Fashion Week has come and gone, and my Youth With A Mission (YWAM) friends have all dispersed back to their various corners of the globe. They let me tag along with them again this year, working backstage dressing models with their Beauty Arise team. 

 

Hey, I'm Not Dead! I'm in Love

You know how when you’re in love, your perception of things tend to be slightly skewed? 

The sun shines a little brighter, for instance. You don’t know what day it is or what you ate for breakfast. Did you, in fact, eat breakfast? It doesn’t matter. You’re in love. You spill your coffee in your lap? No worries. You’re in love.