the fourth of july.
I've now reached a point where blogging is ingrained in the rhythm of my life. It's settled in a spot that's just right -- neither an obsession nor passive afterthought; neither a struggle nor fight. What used to be a source of stress has now become a source of relaxation -- there's something about stringing words together with images that I love. I've eased into a comforting schedule, and when I begin pressing the keys on my computer to form sentences, it's a time that allows me to look back at the goodness that is life.
July has taken the place of June. A month into summer, I've slipped into the laziness of summer days. Even though the heat is brutally oppressing at times -- I'm talking 110 degrees, y'all -- it's a small price to pay for this perfect time of good music (Mumford & Sons' album Sigh No More is permanently on repeat), being with dear friends at the pool, iced coffee, redecorating rooms, and outfits involving vintage lace (my favorite).
![turquoise and lace [outfit]](http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5159/5902537053_e9a6aef5ce_z.jpg)
A little side note on my necklace: sent to me by Ashley, it reads "shine". Ashley has started something called "The Shine Project", which was born to inspire people to "go out of their comfort zone andto bring light to those who need hope". You can learn more about it here; it's such a wonderful venture that I'd encourage you to take part in.
It's the fourth of July. Maybe it's because my family is rather new to this land called America -- heck, my parents didn't move to the states until six months before I was born -- but we've never been big celebrators when it comes to holidays. I must confess I'm envious of those who have all their family within a fifty mile radius; my relatives are scattered across the globe, in Chile, Germany, as well as various states in the US.
However, the little we do for each holiday makes me perfectly complacent. A little grilling, some cold lemonade, sleeping in, and I'm content.
As Erma Bombeck so poignantly says: "You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism." Oh yes.
How was your Independence Day?
Happy Fourth, y'all!
-carlotta
July has taken the place of June. A month into summer, I've slipped into the laziness of summer days. Even though the heat is brutally oppressing at times -- I'm talking 110 degrees, y'all -- it's a small price to pay for this perfect time of good music (Mumford & Sons' album Sigh No More is permanently on repeat), being with dear friends at the pool, iced coffee, redecorating rooms, and outfits involving vintage lace (my favorite).
![turquoise and lace [outfit]](http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6032/5902536775_5c82887f77_z.jpg) |
| headband: vintage lace / necklace: the shine project / bracelets: miscellaneous / tshirt, skirt, oxfords: target |
It's the fourth of July. Maybe it's because my family is rather new to this land called America -- heck, my parents didn't move to the states until six months before I was born -- but we've never been big celebrators when it comes to holidays. I must confess I'm envious of those who have all their family within a fifty mile radius; my relatives are scattered across the globe, in Chile, Germany, as well as various states in the US.
However, the little we do for each holiday makes me perfectly complacent. A little grilling, some cold lemonade, sleeping in, and I'm content.
As Erma Bombeck so poignantly says: "You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you have overeaten, but it is patriotism." Oh yes.
How was your Independence Day?
Happy Fourth, y'all!
-carlotta