sugar, honey honey

(flats: h&m, owl purse c/o: oasap, glasses: coastal, everything else is either vintage or thrifted) 

  Today was a treat.... and completely ruled by them. My mother's birthday is coming up this week, so I thought I'd take her to Christoper Elbow's Chocolates because chocolates have always been her favorite. The chocolates are so rich and such wonderful flavors, we ended up with many to taste. Upon arriving, we also decided to go to Natasha's Mullberry & Mott bakery for some fall flavored macaroons. I love any day that is filled with sweet things. 

  My time has been rather booked lately. I've been frantically searching for a seasonal job. Frantically trying to be more of an entrepreneur because I am not a fan of "non-career/interest related part-time jobs college students are usually required to have. I've been buying for my shop more, finishing final touches to my photography website/business, and creating relationships with people who are collectors in search of someone to do their "hunting" for them. I think I get this drive to do business for myself from my dad, and I couldn't be happier where I hope it takes me.

sparrow and the wolf

(skirt/top: re-run's, everything else is either vintage or thrifted) 

   The thunderstorms throughout the day didn't do any justice to this Saturday, in fact it was not gloomy at all. The only some-what depressing part of the day was that my favorite vintage warehouse had it's final opening day, which was bittersweet with giant sale they shared with the public. I was literally swamped in many dresses, skirts, and giant collars that I believe I gained almost another closet out of.... without spending over ten dollars.

   I am currently house sitting for the weekend, which I've come to love these times. Consuming pickles from their fridge, making friend's with the wiener dog LuLu, and drinking pumpkin ale has been my last two days. After the rain today, everything felt just like it should this season... and should look as well. I can't believe how bright the leaves are the ground are. 

the floral dance

(searching through an estate sale) 

(dress: re-run's, socks: target, everything else is either vintage or thrifted) 

   There is hint of chill in the air that I love so dearly, all around Kansas City. I walked to meet a friend for coffee this morning wrapped in a sweater... it was one of those mornings where I didn't feel like bringing my phone or my camera to document anything, just to simply be and talk. We ended later up trying to find a museum we read about in Swope Park, got lost on back roads, and explored bits of Loose Park and the rose garden there instead. 

   I am a huge fan of estate sales, so naturally I managed to find one within walking distance I had to venture to today. The house was dark, so compressed with antiques and "stuff" it was hard to keep my balance. I am rather glad I braved my way through the entire three-story house, because I picked up a vintage camera and some clothing for one dollar. I an so excited to find some film and shoot with this new find.

poison oak

(finding a little bakery inside Reading Reptile, a children's bookstore.) 

(owl purse c/o: oasap, everything else is either vintage or thrifted) 

   Today was possibly one of those rare instances that, even though despite the heat, makes me want summer to continue. The Kauffman Memorial Garden looked as beautiful as ever this Wednesday afternoon, and there were so many English Roses and other favorite flowers of mine to see. I will be sad to see the cold weather come and take them for awhile. The garden was absolutely breath taking today, I did not even notice that sticky and uncomfortably hot feeling in the 95 degree weather. 

   The Nelson Aktin's Museum was quite perfect after roaming through the flowers and fountains. I mostly remained in the European and 18th/19th Century American sections, being inspired by the women in their beautiful gowns and decorative dishware in their collections. My best friend and I talked about how we were born in the wrong century, dreams of being princesses, and the feeling we get when we look at Monet's Water Lilies. Maybe we are not your normal 20/21 year olds.