7/31/11

neapolitan dreams




(wearing: vintage printed crop top, vintage white Levi's DIY cut-offs, F21 headwrap,
stone necklace gifted from my mom, Charles Albert maroon booties)

So, so tired. I think it's the weird weather. Rain and gloom and damp heat.
Don't even have the energy to think. Can't wait to dream....

xxSea

7/30/11

goodbyesarehardtoswallow


Missing my long lost sister Megan already.

Will be counting the days til we re-unite again.

xxsea

p.s. yes my hair is darker, agaiiinn. But it will be fading quicklyyy.
Lulu did another amazing job on the color <3

WILDFOX,SWIM





Wildfox Swim Resort 2011

Yes, I know these photos seem to be everryyywhere in the blogosphere at the moment; but I just couldn't resist sharing a few of my favorite pieces from this glorious line of swim wear. I can't even tell you how excited I am to get my hands on one of those high waisted beauties. Kimberley and the rest of the Wildfox team are geniuuus!

xxSea

photos via ilovewildfox

7/29/11

bubblegum

(wearing: MinkPink bustier via Nastygal, thrifted pink DIY cut-off shorts,
vintage sunglasses, super old Target boots, Solemio lace wrap via Nastygal)

  These pink shorts have got to be my favorite article of clothing at the moment. They were actually extremely awkward pants that I picked up for a few bucks at the thrift store, but a couple chops of fabric later and they're the perfect Summer shorts. Sometimes I think I post too many photos in my outfit posts-yes, no? I really tend to over-think what to post about and how I come across. I'm usually not one to care what others think of me in general, but I truly care so much about all of my loyal readers and how to keep you interested and coming back time after time. I sound silly, I know. I'm exhausted from a (laaate) night of uncontrollable laughter with my boyfriend and one of our close friend's Megan who came to visit from the East Coast. We sipped on spicy beer and talked about old memories. It felt like no time had passed at all since she lived here. More adventures to come tonight, so for now, laying beneath the trees at the park and losing track of time for a while sounds just right.

XXSEA

pneumonia,white





The beautiful and elusive Pneumonia White.
Her blog is mysterious and captivating, and I'm hooked.

xxSea

7/28/11

situations.are.critical

                   

tumblr musings.

see my tumblrs here & here

xxsea

7/27/11

shop=g.marie

 

I've been so excited to share some of these photos with all of you! It was such a fun project and anything involving Gina and her boutique I always love to be a part of. The photos turned out amazing, thanks to Amber Asaly and her magical photography skills-and you can purchase all these items HERE!

If you have followed my blog for a while, you know that G.Marie (located in Laguna Beach) is one of my all time favorite boutiques. The owner, and my friend, Gina (the gorgeous brunette in the photos!) has such an outgoing and uplifting spirit and her store offers an array of new and vintage pieces. On top of alllll of that, the prices are recession friendly and you don't have to skimp on quality to be able to afford an amazing item! You'd be crazyy not to check it out-like the facebook page here and stay on top of all updates & be the first to snag new merchandise!

XXSea

7/26/11

let.me.have.it


I have an MRI today. ew. So for now, I'm distracting myself with Intervention and sweet tea.

I'd really love to get more feedback from you guys. Many of you stop by and leave me sweet comments, and that means more to me than you know. But I feel like some of you may hold back. I'd love to learn about you all. Hear your interests and dislikes, your triumphs and defeats, your adventures and bad days. Lay it all on me! I love building connections with people through my blog-especially since I'd never even get the chance to know who most of you are without it.
I would also love to hear what you like and don't like about my blog & posts.
 What do you want to see more and less of? Pleassee share!

xxSea

p.s. If you're having trouble finding where to leave a comment (many people have e-mailed me regarding this issue) just click the date/time link at the bottom of the post OR the post title.

intovinesthatbarelyreachedus,climbinghigherthanforever

         
   It was muggy that morning. I woke up and felt as if there was an invisible weight baring down on my chest, restricting my breathing so that every inhale was a labored effort. My blinds were closed shut, and if it weren't for the tiny lines of sunlight outlining the shape of my window, you could easily mistake the time to be late at night. The sounds were different though. Crickets, whirling wind, and the quietness of a Summer evening is traded for lawn mowers, chirping birds, and slow moving neighbors grabbing newspapers and creeping down the stairs in a daze. For someone like me, these are the things I first notice when my eyes flit open to the promise of a new day. Always observing, listening, noticing. I noticed soon after that things still felt very much jolted in my core. My eyes recognized that dullness worry can add to all that you see. I managed to push through the mental fog and the muggy air, and opened my door a crack to listen for the signs of waking family. The smell of coffee, the low mumbling of the morning news, the click click click of the keyboard. All I got was silence. My feet and hands felt dry, my lips chapped. My hair smelled of rosemary and mint shampoo. I quietly stepped down the stairs with my dog at my heels, like countless mornings before. Feet on cool tile, light and shadows askew around the room, silence. I watched as the coffee filled the pot, a rich butterscotch. I watched the repetitive drip and tried to force my mind blank. I took my mug and squinted my eyes near shut as I reached the backyard, greeted by the morning's brightness and intensity. Found salvation underneath one of the bending palms in a quiet and shaded corner. Things were left unsaid, I knew that. I could sense the want and the desire the night before to let all the thoughts between us pour out and fill up the empty spaces. But we instead shared a look that said so much more. It lasted only seconds, but in those seconds I saw and I felt everything neither one of us could manage to vocalize. I could still taste the warm wine that stained his lips and the salt of my tears. My eyes felt moist. Funny how the lingering memory of a moment can evoke such emotion. I always felt things too much, too hard, too suddenly. I held my head in my hands, feeling the morning air on my neck and shoulders-which were now freckled from many long days near the ocean. My coffee was nearly cold, but I sipped on it anyways. I always felt bad for the people who lived in fear of the 'what ifs'. Only now could I slightly understand them. Few things I was sure of; but to live without something so overwhelming, a feeling that takes you over and blinds you from all other worries or cares, to taste forever and then have it stolen away from you..that's something I couldn't handle. I was doing it again. Losing time trapped in the web of thoughts in my mind. I wanted to dive deep beneath the ocean and drown out the noise with the sound of waves crashing overhead and sand dancing with tides below me. I knew, with a suredness that spread through my bones with every touch and every look, that he wouldn't fade. I could never, nor did I have a choice. When you feel a connection tethering you to another, tugging at your heart and all that grounds you-you can't help but be a bit afraid. All your vulnerabilities exposed and no way of defending them. The sun had moved, and I was no longer taking refuge in the shade. I felt the sun's heat beating on my head, moving down my arms and blanketing me. My body buzzing, as if I was a live wire. I smiled at the sky, I smiled because I knew he was thinking of me too. And the same sun in the same blue sky was spinning above him.


xxsea

short story by me
  photo via tumblr
  post title lyrics:
                           Backyards of Our Neighbors

7/22/11

myheadisweak=myheartalwaysspeaks









(wearing: vintage dress, CR clogs, F21 necklace worn as head piece, Third Eye cuff, misc. accessories)

PICTURE OVERLOAD. But it's been a while since I've done such a hefty outfit post, so that's an excuse riiight? My sisters really help me so much-from being my photographers and helping select the best pictures, to encouraging me and motivating me in regards to the blog as well as life in general. When I think of my sisters, so many thoughts and memories come to mind. Late night whispers of life and love, living in our imaginations as young girls napping among the tall grass in the backyard our childhood home, make-shift forts that never survived a night thanks to our house-full of curious and playful kittens, heartbreaks and moments of unsurpassed happiness, roadtrips and adventurous hearts, and watching as they grew up before my eyes. Those of you who have sisters know exactly what I'm talking about. It's a bond unlike any other, and one I'm so grateful to have. Oh, and as far as that photo of me cheesily smiling on the grass-although it looks extremely posed, I was actually trying to be serious and kept laughing; and it's verrrry rare that someone captures me genuinely smiling, so I figured why not post it (and doesn't the cigarette butt above my head add such character?! HA). I slept in way too late this morning, so I have a lot of things to catch up on. One thing being putting together a bunch of looks for an up-coming project that I can't wait to share with all of you!
Today is a day for adventures that have yet to be made.

xxSea