Hopeless Wanderer

You heard my voice 

I came out of the woods by choice

Shelter also gave their shade

But in the dark I have no name

So leave that click in my head

And I will remember the words that you said

Left a clouded mind and a heavy heart

But I was sure we could see a new start

So when your hope's on fire

But you know your desire

Don't hold a glass over the flame

Don't let your heart grow cold

I will call you by name

I will share your road

But hold me fast, Hold me fast

'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer

And hold me fast, Hold me fast

'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer

I wrestled long with my youth

We tried so hard to live in the truth

But do not tell me all is fine

When I lose my head, I lose my spine

But hold me fast, Hold me fast

'Cause I'm a hopeless wanderer

I will learn, I will learn to love

the skies I'm under.

Listening to this song, new to me, resonated deeply and I've been trying to explain why to myself.

There's something about the idea of a hopeless wanderer that poses a paradox.

An incurable requisite for discovery.

The need to be free, yet the longing to be held fast.

The unquenchable desire to go, go where one have never gone before and to experience to the fullest the unknown.

The determination to learn, along the way, to understand and embrace the present.  It may hold a difficult lesson and the victory of mastery.  Perhaps the thrilling beauty of a brilliant horizon.  Perhaps uncertainty and the challenge to keep walking, in faith.

 Sometimes it holds all that and more.

never neglect to love the skies you're under

and don't ever be afraid to wander.

And lastly, the road need never be walked alone.

He holds us fast, calls us each by name.  He will share our road.

Outfit Details

A bomber jacket by ModCloth

a knit circle skirt by Kellie Falconer

a pair of adventurous boots off of Amazon

a thrifted dotty sweater

Highlands

Outfit Details:

the Edinburgh skirt from Kellie Falconer Design

a cardigan by Tulle

a thrifted top and heels

shades by Buckle

I am so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.

Gone, gone gone | scarlet linen

Outfit Details:

a Scarlet linen skirt // Kellie Falconer Design

a floral secretary blouse // made by me

a pair of leather flats // thrifted

The middle of regal October, crowned with golden light and scarlet leaves.  It's my absolute favorite.

It filled me with a craving for something vibrant in my wardrobe, a pop of red.  Walking through a fabric shop last week,  running my hands over the bolts of material as I strolled past (if you haven't made a habit of this, you should - it's amazingly therapeutic), I came to this rich red linen and went no further.  It came home with me and became a new skirt, paired with a floral voile blouse I made last year.

I thought some of you might be craving something vibrant in your wardrobe too, and if so, you're in luck -  Check it out in the shop!

Red is such an incredible color.  Rich, passionate, courageous, bold.
It makes me want to dance.  It makes the world spin a little faster and life sing a little louder.
Red aways seems such an assured, unafraid color.

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself."The well known words of FDR resonate in all of us, make us want to strive for that state of fearing naught in the world but the act of being afraid.

I think, though, the only thing we should never fear is fear. Embrace it, conquer it, move forward and never let it frighten you. Overcoming, in spite of your fear, is true bravery.
Overcoming all things through Jesus Christ, His power overcoming our fears and weaknesses, is true victory.



Mmm.  Dancing in this skirt is definitely recommended. 

Fields of Gold

I'm excited to introduce yet another color to the floor length tulle collection!  This one will match basically anything you want to pair it with - and with the holidays just around the corner, it's a dramatic, elegant, yet sweet number that will complete your style for all of those special occasions you always wanted to wear a tutu to.  A black floor length tulle skirt is the stuff dreams are made of.

I thought it would look amazing with a field of gold in the background, especially as I've had Peter Hollen's new cover playing in my head all day.  I went over to the neighbor's to pick up some boxes of apples for canning, and my sister and I spontaneously decided to seize the day and simultaneously the beautiful field next to the highway on the way home.  The only catch was that the road wound back from behind the dump just off the main road - so I slung my camera bag and tulle skirt over my shoulder and we commenced sneakily creeping up the hill from the dump.  I felt pretty hilarious doing a quick change in the middle of a hayfield with the less-than-picturesque waste depository and noisy highway stretched below us, but like I told myself, I'm trying to stretch myself a little here by doing more shoots in public places.  

What, do you mean the hayfield behind the local dump does't count?

Also, I really don't know what apples have to with this shoot in any way, shape, or form, except that I snatched one (my third) from the car as we went into the field because I was famished and kept trying to sneak bites between shots.  Of course a caught-in-mid-bite shot ensued, and because apples are one of my favorite parts of Autumn, and because black tulle skirts and fields of gold and apples were all happening at the same time, I just went with it. 

 

Outfit Details:

Black Maxi Tulle // Kellie Falconer Design

mint scalloped oxford // Kiel James Patrick

slippers // ModCloth

belt // thrifted