Fashion · Inspiration

August in Bloom

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It’s officially August 1st 2017. Where did the time go? I feel like it was just yesterday when I kissed his lips in excitement and anticipation. This year definitely didn’t go as planned for either of us, but that’s okay. Life has a way of surprising us and it has never given an explanation for anything it has done or brought our way.

As I sit here among the mountains, the valley and the trees, I fall into deep contemplation. Summer is almost over along with the warm Colorado weather. Flowers have always brought a sense of happiness to me (call me a hopeless romantic). On this day of deep thinking, I decided to pull out a beautiful dress I bought at a thrift store a few months ago. I hadn’t really worn it too much and today seemed like the day to bring it out.

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I decided to bring my headphones and my journal because I love the feeling of being submersed in a beautiful melody while jotting my feelings down. Writing has always been my friend even when I moved away from all of my friends and felt so alone. That pen and paper were always there for me.

An older lady walking by with her golden retriever stopped by to tell me how peaceful I looked. She asked what I was doing and I told her, “writing what flows out of me.” She smiled and said that she used to love doing that. She also went on and told me that because of me, she was going to go to Barnes and Noble to pick up a new journal. “You’re never too old to write about life” she said. I watched her walk away and felt so much love I almost cried. It’s those moments of sheer enjoyment that make my life exciting.

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It’s remarkable how many beautiful things you see and experience when you are fully present in the moment. I’m so lucky to have figured out at the young age of 20 how to be present and not skip those precious moments. They are what make up your life at the end of the day. When you’re older, you’re going to remember the look that man gave you when you held the door open for him and his grandson. You’re going to remember observing your wife cuddling with your child and then observe the unlimited amount of love she has for you. You’re going to learn how to truly appreciate these fleeting moments because they are just that: fleeting.

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This is my bench at the park. It’s the one I go to if I ever need to think. Everywhere I have ever lived, I’ve always had a “spot.” I wonder where my next one will be after I move away from here. The view from this bench is breathtaking to say the least.

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The view standing right in front of the bench.
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My bench spot is down the path right on that next corner. This view makes my heart so happy.

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There’s just something about the floral prints to me. There’s a big connection between summer, flowers and fun. There’s also a delicacy and innocence when a woman wears floral. She could be literally anyone. She could be a business woman on her day off. She could be a mom wanting to feel pretty when she took her kids out to the park or she could even be a teenage writer dreaming of her someday-career educating others with her knowledge through her words. She could be me or you.

So say “yes” to floral dresses, shirts, pants, headbands and phone cases. Say “yes” to expressing your love of beauty and creativity.

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