Yet another blog post gone unposted... this is last Summer (is anyone still amazed that it's 2018? I am in a daze and still actively have to remind myself that it is in fact no longer 2017). Living in the past clearly, and dreaming of summer... specifically summer in LA. I miss that city so damn much as of late. I miss the heat, the grunge, the diversity. That city just has a certain... crunch to it. Nothin' else like it.
Sporting my mama's vintage Victoria's Secret set, my Grandmother's necklace, and heels stolen from my sister—it's a family affair! Speaking of family... although I am craving the kookiness that is Hollyweird, I love that I've come from women that were far from boring. My grandma was a gorgeous, sassy broad, and my mom, a timeless babe that continues to inspire me with her outer style and her inner strength, grit, & heart. And then there's my sisters... chicks with too much personality, quirk, spunk, and insane comedic relief. And my 10 year old niece! Little but feverishly mighty—my breath of fresh air! Come over for family dinner, and you'll never be the same. Okay, and then throw in the man that is my father and I think you'll find we're living in our own little Hollyweird right here in Cincy. Their crazy, oddball ways are actually what keep me sane in this small, conservative, cold ass city.
Summer I am ready for you... your warmth, your adventure, your sexiness. Gimme, gimme. Here's to bringing the liveliness of LA to my city of Cincinnati this fine summer (and always). Oh, and hopefully more blog posts!
Photos thanks to Megan Yards—thanks, Meggy <3