Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Golden Hour






sunglasses, Anthro / shirt, vintage / skirt, vintage Oscar de la Renta / sandals, Sam Edelman


Mike and I took a walk last night for some ice cream (and bread pudding for him), and just caught the golden hour. I love how every evening the light peeks through the tree canopy that covers every street in my neighborhood. It reminds me of the neighborhood I grew up in Indiana, where the trees were bigger than the houses and I liked it that way.

Speaking of Indiana, my little brother is taking the train from Indianapolis to visit me this weekend! I can't wait to squish his little face, even though it now sits on top of a 6'2" body. I haven't spend a whole lot of time with Andy away from our parents, since he's nearly a decade younger than I am. I regret that, because my brother Alex and I have so much fun hanging out, just us two. When Mike and I talk about how many kids we want some day, it's always at least two, as I feel siblings are one of the most important relationships one will ever have. Who else will you know your (and their) entire life? Who has seen you at your best, and your absolute worst? In high school there were times I'd fantasize about Alex going off to boarding school, and take pleasure in imagining him miserable, homesick, and scared. Then the next weekend I'd help him clean up after a party he wasn't supposed to have, because who else was going to teach this dumbass that you can't clean too much, or your parents will know you're trying to cover something up? 

One of the last times my brothers and I were all together was over Christmas a couple years ago. Mike was the thrower in a game of 500 (where you shout out a number between 1 and 500, throw a football, and whoever catches it gets those points) out back by my family's barn. I can't compete with them in that game, as they're both a foot taller than me, so I just try to keep them from getting points by tackling them. As Mike threw what could have been the winning points, I moved out in front, positioning them in front of a sticker bush. As they were reaching out to catch the ball, I fell backward, grinning like a fool, taking them with me. 

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Dog Days








tank, thrifted / overalls, thrifted / purse, Zara (old) / sandals, Sam Edelman

I found these linen overalls while thrifting yesterday, and I don't think I'm going to wear anything else ever again. Or at least until this heat wave passes. They meet all my requirements for warm weather dressing. Light and breathable? Check. Lots of pockets? Check. Disguises the fact that I'm not wearing a bra? Double check (har har).

A good thrift find was just what I needed to cheer up an otherwise shitty week. I'm taking a week of running due to a strained calf muscle, and though I'm cross training, not having that hour or two on the lake shore path is a bit soul crushing. Yesterday an old friend posted this comic about running on my Facebook wall. The author illustrates all the reasons he runs, many of which are funny and relatable to many people, like running to compensate for all the junk food you want to eat, or running to feel a sense of being in control and being productive. The part that resonated most with me was his last point, that he runs to fill a void, to squash demons, to find clarity, and to find himself. He tells the story of a run that was both his best and worst, which reminded me of an experience I had running across Michigan a couple years ago. Reading his story and reflecting on my own experience with running makes me grateful that these days I am more often running toward something than I am running away. Though I am in the middle of marathon training and this injury has me scared I won't be able to do it, I am so grateful for the journey that the end goal hardly seems to matter when I look at the big picture. Unlike in years past, the miles I've trekked this season have been peaceful. I might not make it to the finish line, or hell, even the starting line for that matter, but I've come so far. 

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Hollywood




beach cover up and shades, vintage from Suburban Secrets / sandals, GAP outlet (old) / bikini, AA


While there are definitely "cooler" neighborhoods in Chicago than ours (by "cool" I mean younger, hipper, trendier, with about 100 less themed antique stores and 100 more sushi restaurants), I could never leave Edgewater/Andersonville and its proximity to the best beaches. I run quite a bit, and I love that I can log my miles next to Lake Michigan, or take a quick swim whenever I'm in the mood. Yesterday Mike and I went to Hollywood beach, also known as Gay Beach. The water is finally warm enough to swim in, and the views are as gorgeous as it gets. By views I mean all the ripped and tan gay men. The lake is just okay.