Because while you all may have hipster iPhones with instagram, I’ve got a 1998 Blackberry. Even cooler. Vintage, I believe.

p.s. just call me the comeback kid. hooray? hooray!!

My life is a circus right now and I am obsessed. A 3-ring one with elephant rides, rainbow cotton candy, juggling clowns and a trapeze artist in a sequin leotard. (I’ll have you know my fingers typed leopard instead of leotard.)

Here’s documentation: 

Starting at my aunt’s house in Dallas, Texas where I discovered long forgotten nuggets. Like when my mom thought she was a hat designer:

And 20 years later, she still gets a kick out of this skill.

Moving on, my adorable cousin in Austin just with a little Shiner. Texas to the bone.

And this is what happens when you travel 17 days a month:

As a pure miracle, I’ve been blessed with a new babysitting family in Nashville. One where the little ones pray for me before bed (I nearly melt) and we play truth or dare - hence the toilet paper.

On to Chicago, windmills are real. Did you know?

And then you find this.

Don’t feed the models. Or the Exhibitors. Lunch at Coterie.

Elizabeth & James bringing out the sunshine for their booth.

Squeals ensued.

On a whim, my sweet friend Carolyn (whose blog you must read) made the day trip with me to St. Louis. It was magic.

And then we casually stumbled into the Cathedral Basicilla of St. Louis. To which we stood and marveled, mouth ajar, necks craned, heads tilted and hearts just overflowing. It is beauty and worship in such a magnificent form.

Frequently my view. 

The Lord has chosen to color the most charming, melting sunsets and sunrises for me lately. Hysterically, every single one I’ve had the fortune of catching has been a variation of pink. He’s intentional alright.

For a brief moment, I moseyed on down to Georgia with my 7 best friends and was able to love on Mace.

Is she not just breathtaking? Macy scored that gorgeous number at the one and only Tibi Outlet on St. Simons Island. We both had a mild freak out.

And naturally, post-wedding we made pizza and danced in the kitchen.

Directly from Georgia, I found my way to Denver and this welcomed me:

I do believe I exclaimed, rejoiced and shouted loudly my entire trip. I pinched myself many times while in Colorado.

And can we pause of one moment for Aspen?

Oh my goodness, oh.my.goodness. There are no words for the beauty of this place. I sit with a heart ready to pour out the details of the glory, but my tongue is wrapped up in a knot for there just is no adequate way to describe how magnificent it is - truly no words.

Vintage Louis.

Aspen’s J.Crew; the prettiest in the entire universe. Oy vey, I believe I spoke aloud declarations of love to those green trunks and the antlers on the back wall. 

True Life: I Travel Alone And Live In Hotels. However, this meal tops all meals. Little Annie’s in Aspen. Vegetable lasagna and shiitake mushroom soup - oh.dear.

Peach’s Pumpkin Spice Latte. Maybe it was the altitude, but I dare believe that this was hands down (brace yourself) the greatest pumpkin spice latte of all-time. And with a name like Peaches, you can do no wrong in my life.

And I mean…

If you ever, I mean ever, have the opportunity to drive from Boulder or Denver up to Aspen, do yourself the greatest joy of taking Independence Pass. 

Still there are no words. I pinch myself on the regular.

Then remind myself that life is real, this is a blessing and while some days, l travel through snow blanketed mountains, some days I’m also a babysitter:

That, my sweetest ones, is life as of late.

It sure is good to be back with you! xx