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I've outgrown a lot of things in my short life. 

Jumpsuits with hand painter flowers.

Pink high tops with Tweety Bird on the side.

Cheating at mancala.

Living at home.

And this blog.

Sixbeforebeakfast has been a lot of things to me and for the past three years I've loved coming here. Recently, however, I've felt like the pages are constraining me. Writing here has been hard--not because I don't want to write--because I feel like I have to maintain a style that is no longer me. 

So I've created a new home:

here.

I'd love it if you joined me.

sometimes i get dressed

Sometimes I take photos of it.

Mostly not though.

missing brighton

I read through my old London journal today. I'm so happy I kept one while I was abroad. It was wonderful to relive those experiences for an afternoon. One of my favorite days, which I don't think I ever shared, was my trip to Brighton Beach. I took a train down in the morning and spent the whole day wondering the beach, the pier, and through the town. It was the most romantic day and I so wish I could go back. Just for another day.

on the first day of spring

My best friend and I went down to the tidal basin and frolicked among the cherry blossoms. We picnicked and walked the entire basin and talked for hours and hours. There was baby kissing, fabulous dress wearing, and sorbet eating. Washington is kind of magical in the spring.

Last years blossoms.

fort building

I built a fort in my living room. We gathered all the pillows in the apartment and piled in on top of them; wine glasses in one hand and the puppy in the other. We snuggled in and sipped the red and watched funny movies until late in the evening/early in the morning when sleep stole us away. He woke me around four and we moved to the bed, which was much more comfortable for our old bones.

While he cooked breakfast the next morning I curled up in the pillow pile and read. Later, after errands, I came home and napped in the fort while the record player sang and the sun set. Almost exactly 24 hours after the fort was built, I returned the sheet to the closet and the chairs to the four sides of the table. The living room is now just a living room. Until next time.

Lately I have felt the urge to nest. Not for anyone else but for myself. Like a little bird I've found myself gathering bits of fluff and twigs to build a steady home with--a shelf at this thrift store, a glowing green vase at that one. This Wednesday I took nesting to the next level and caulked the crack in my bedroom wall and painted it pink. A girly, feminine, pale pink. It took me the afternoon and my hands were seizing at the end because I didn't use a caulk gun (don't ask) but I did it--all by myself. My room is still in progress--there are boxes stacked and clothing draped--but staring at my pretty pink wall as I go to sleep makes me very happy.

All stories begin with once upon a time, or they should. So here:

Once upon a time there was a girl who was afraid to grow up. She was afraid that growing up meant settling (down and for) and giving up her days of dress up and make believe. It was like she thought that one day someone would come and say, "you're a grown up now; give us your tutus and your glitter and your imagination."

So she made a promise to herself. To keep living in dreamland and dancing in public and painting each nail a different color. To be Peter Pan not Wendy Bird. To never grow up.

And she hasn't yet.

oh my boy

oh my boy with your loving eyes

and your face of fur

and your smile so wide.

you melt my heart.

breakfast, breakfast, lunch

two egg omlette with spinach and onions.

coffee, fresh squeezed grapefruit juice, toast, and egg over avocado.

white wine, chicken and spinach panini.

today

Hot tub. Friends. Cigars. Beer. Bookshops. Cabin.

what happened to this girl i used to know

i scream you scream

For mint ice cream with raspberries on top. Yum yum. I love this dress. It is so beautiful and structured and the color is amazing. I bought it out of the box before it was even steamed. I had to have it. The first time I wore it I just through a white blazer over it but this time I wanted to get super girly (also like a week ago it was over 70 degrees). Pink cardigan, neutral belt (emphasize that hourglass), and my favorite super girly heels!

I love being a girl.

three times is a tradition?

I love the music on Easter Sunday. The cheerful hymns with organ blaring and the choir Hallelujah-ing. I love how everyone is dressed in a million colors and babies wear tutus (at least at my church). I love Easter lunch with ham and potato salad and homemade pie and family time all day long. I love taking photos with my man for the third year in the row and us looking better than ever because he's in a suit and ever so handsome.

I also loved that as I ran in from setting the timer and said "pick me up like a ballerina" that the only photo I got was of Boyfriend pretending to struggle to pick me up and me laughing like a buffoon because boy, oh boy does he make me laugh.

Easter Traditions

He hates sitting through services. He hates wearing nice pants. He hates posing for photos. And still he does it all.

I love him.

sunshine on a cloudy day

This skirt is a showstopping, jaw dropping, sunshine skirt! I am obsessed with yellow. Obsessed. I had to have the moment I saw it. I normally don't buy the same day I see something at work (unless it's $7.88 for a silk blouse in gorgeous cream that fits perfectly) but I knew I had to have this cheerful little skirt.

I've worn it a few times but I loved it most with the crisp white blazer and silver white pumps. It just screams spring to me. Also, a guy on the metro said "nice legs" when I was walking to my train. Drive-by compliments are the best.

Here's a color crisp photo of Boyfriend walking a way and a photo of me doing my best 1980s music video back up dancer. Rockin' out.

gold is good

Themed events are my favorite. Since St Patrick's Day was about a month ago I decided it would be good for me to take these photos off my camera and see how they turned out. The photos are meh but the outfit makes me smile. A pot of gold with a little bit of green! I also wore my elf shoes, which, on some holy days, are leprechaun shoes! Duh.

the farm

We

Visited the farm where we get our veggies from (the ones we can't grow on our balcony). It was a magical, chilly morning. We befriended a giant dog, fell in love with a house, and I discovered I'm mildly afraid of chickens. Also, I want to own land and grow things.

Bags of veggies for all: