This Is Called Nesting. Right?

As Emma previously stated, I will soon be embarking on a crazy new chapter of my life in the big city. Just this afternoon I ordered all my dorm furniture which just made this whole college thing all too real. A few months ago, while on a school trip to the city, I decided I would venture off and take in the city as my future home.

This is me stopping to pose in front of my future alma mater. 

My mom used to love talking about the whole process about nesting when she was pregnant. In a way , I guess thats what I spent my day doing as I strutted down the streets in Times Square. This is what nesting looks like for me. 

Pretty fab, huh? 

Kind Of A Denim Fanatic (in case you haven't noticed)

I stand before you in these photos, not only in front of the school my person (@ Sofi Ayala) will be attending this upcoming fall...but somewhere I could possibly maybe perhaps be heading off to in a years time (scary, I know). Being the first school I visited out of three, FIT left me a bit stunned and quite honestly petrified, but after a couple months of pure contemplation you're still a front runner babe and possibly maybe perhaps I'll catch you later?

I Felt Like A Hippie On This Particular Day

"What the hell are you wearing?" Ah, the question I have so commonly been faced with throughout the past few year. After several weeks of trying to come up with a clever answer to that question- because witty responses only occur to me once it’s already too late- I had a revelation. I was wearing "whatever the hell I wanted to wear." Though I often find myself trying to imitate the unique styles of my favorite fashion bloggers and fashion icons, I find that getting dressed in the morning never goes as planned. The walls that I most often find myself hit are most commonly known as over-anticipation and miscalculation. I often try to pick out my outfits in advance, partly because mornings can be quite hectic for me, but mainly because I can never get enough of combining previously worn articles of clothing to form new and fresh outfits. While one evening I may be feeling rather dainty and feminine, the outfit I pick out that night will most certainly not match my rebellious and punk mood the following morning. So basically after about 13 years of dressing myself "however the hell I wanted"-13 because my mother had difficulty giving me creative freedom with my own appearance at the age of 4- I have gained enough confidence in my wardrobe to know that I dress how I feel. If one day I feel like parading through the streets yelling "love, not war" you most definitely better believe I’ll be sporting my white crochet, floor-length dress with small daisies laced throughout my waist-length braid. While on other days- usually at a particular time of the month- my attitude will most probably manifest itself in my black skinny jeans and leather jacket adorned with silver chains. In other words, next time I am asked "what the hell I am wearing", the brilliant interviewer can expect an answer such as "peace" or "PMS" (LOL jk)

A Day Well Spent In A Little Cotton Dress

Over it All

Shopping In The Grove