It’s Not You, It’s Me.

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This past weekend and upcoming week, have and will continue to be a non-stop frenzy of moving, packing, unpacking, re-packing and traveling. I moved into a new house this weekend, and this week I have designated my evenings to settling and getting most things sorted out. On Friday I have to re-pack for my annual summer family vacation to Aspen, CO. Ten days of [thin] mountain air, brisk 50 degree nights, walking everywhere, afternoon summer storms, long hikes along columbine studded trails, and chance encounters with bears [last year I saw 12].

Once this week settles down, and I enter vacation mode, I will return and be a better blogger to you. As you can imagine/know, moving is exhausting and all consuming and is quite the whirlwind, and finding a spare moment to pick out an outfit [who are we kidding- my closet isn’t even fully unpacked let alone color coordinated], and shoot it, is not realistically going to happen this week. With that being said- it’s not you, it’s me. So I wanted to take the chance to extend an, “I’m sorry.” The good news is that the end is in sight, and new photos of my new digs are on the horizon.

Even with the stress of moving and all things that comes with it, I can safely say that I have never been happier or more at peace. I think Holly Golightly said it the best, “Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am?”

Have a happy week!

xxo,

Allison

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Summer Stripes.

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Top: This or That / Shorts: Free People / Wedges: DVF

Bangles: Alex and Ani / Sunglasses: Cheap Monday

One of my favorite things in the world is the color combination of blue, crisp white, tan, and gold. I swoon. And to all those people who think you can’t wear wedges with cut off shorts and without looking like a hussy- you’re wrong (or seriously judging me right now).

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Make Cornbread, Not War.

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Shorts: Current/Elliott / Top: Gap / Shoes: Steve Madden

Hat: Billy Reid / Sunglasses: Ray-Ban / Bracelet: Sugar Bean Jewelry

I love hats. I love cut offs. I love aviators. I love bed head. I love just throwing things on and being comfortable. Don’t get me wrong, I will always have a strong affection for Chanel and five inch heels, but sometimes it’s nice to just be low key. I enjoy going out and trying to new restaurants in the city, but one of my happiest places to be is when I am in baggy sweats and my boyfriend’s oversized SMU shirt (that I have nabbed from his closet), cooking dinner, sipping wine, and watching movies. The weather in Atlanta has been rainy to say the least. It seems like at least four times a week we have been having torrential thunderstorms. Flash flood warnings popping up on our iPhones seems to be a normal occurrence now. This weather only facilitates my cravings for all things cozy, quiet, and simple. And I’m okay with that.

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I’m in Love, and I Don’t Care Who Knows.

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[Diane von Furstenberg Opal Wedge.]

This shoe and I go way back. We have history. It seems like just yesterday, I was strolling through the mall in 2011 when my eye was caught by a very attractive black wedge. My heart rate went up, and I felt a rush of excitement. Now I am sure you’re wondering, how can a basic black wedge be eye catching? Well, this one was tall, thin, well built, and had a delicate criss-crossed. It was love at first sight. When I tried them on, I feel deeply in love with the comfort and the way they looked on my feet [I mean really ladies, shoes have to make your feet look pretty]. I knew it was going to be a lifelong romance. I knew I had fallen hard when I realized they were 25% off. And that is how this fairy tale romance began. Fast forward 2 years… It dawns on me, I wear these with anything and everything, rain or shine, and have never tired of my wedges. Perhaps, Allison, it’s time to invest in another pair. Now, my heart will always be true to my first black pair [there is no need to be jealous my original, love], but these nude ones are coming quite close. They too go with everything and are just as comfortable. Currently, both sit happily next to each other in my closet- I hope one day they can become good friends.

Change of Address.

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I’m moving! In less than a month I will be packing up my apartment and driving five miles to my new home. I’m thankful that it is such an easy move and not too much of a location change [although the scenery will be very different- think trees]. I am bursting at the seams with excitement over home decor at the moment. Although most, if not all, of what I have now will be in the house, there is alot more space, a.k.a. decoration opportunities! My first order of business is investing in new glassware and dinnerware. I am thinking these glasses to sip ice water out of, and the smaller ones for casual wine. Every time I see these plates, my heart skips a beat. If a woman could love a plate, that would be this love affair I am having with these.

A little tidbit about me, I love white. I love clean and tidy spaces, and white, obviously, only aids in my neat-freak personality. My decorating aesthetic is [as mentioned] whites and creams [VERY netural colors], with different natural woods and stone, cowhides, candles [eucalyptus or coconut scented], and flowers. The exception I make, however, is art. Being an art history major I love anything that can hang/lean on a wall. So all bets are off when it comes to adorning my walls.

I thought I would share a few photos of my current place, before packing up and moving elsewhere. After photos to come!

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How I Spent My [Long] Weekend.

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I spent my long fourth of July weekend in the Dominican Republic. I left the humid, soggy, Atlanta weather Thursday morning, and arrived in the humid, sunny, weather of Santo Domingo three hours later [I am always surprised that it is such a quick flight down there!]. After an hour and a half car ride along the ocean, endless crazy drivers that don’t seem to have any road rules, driving over potholes the size of craters, two cow crossings, and a pit stop at the local JUMBO [grocery store], we arrived at our destination- Casa de Campo. Much of the weekend revolved around sitting at the beach and reading [the water is so clear, blue and warm] or laying in a cabana by the hotel pool sipping white wine and napping. I was so proud of myself for not getting a sunburn [something I am highly known for]. In the afternoon, after we would “tire” of the heat [it was 92 degrees both days], we would take a drive in our golf cart to the marina or up to Altos de Chavon [one of the most beautiful views in the tropics]. We went out to dinner each night, but I found it extremely hard [and rather frustrating] for my hair to hold a curl from the humidity and whipping around in the cart. Needless to say, every night at dinner it felt like we had the restaurant all to ourselves. (1) Dominicans eat much later than we do (7:30 vs 10:00+) and (2) it is off season. One night we ate on the beach, and it was by far the most beautiful setting I’ve ever experienced.

It was so memorable, fun, relaxing, and perfect in every way. I digress… I could ramble on forever about this weekend – I’ll spare you and leave you with a few of my favorite photos from the weekend.

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[Altos de Chevon.]

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[Dinner at La Caña.]

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[Golf-Carting Around.]

See Ya Later US of A.

rd3ypubZ5AY8ma0JlL9GrWy5ELwp9L4EjDe2cszzsp8Tomorrow morning I hop on a plane and head to the Dominican Republic. That means today I will be packing and making last minute outfit changes. I am quite proud of myself, because I have decided to carry on, which means that I can’t have any last minute “these wedges would be great also” moments. When I pack lightly [a skill that my mountaineering dad drilled into me] I find it easiest to pack one color palette. That way you really only need two sets of shoes- a pair of wedges/heels and a pair of flats/sandals- and you can mix and match outfits and accessories based on your mood/needs/weather. For this trip I have decided on reds and beiges. Seems simple and tropical enough. And if I get an awful sunburnt [something I am prone to doing] I will just blend right in with my dress. That being said, I have packed a travel size bottle of sunscreen and aloe.

Once all the packing and flying is over with, we will be driving from Santo Domingo to La Romana, where our beach paradise is located. What’s on the itinerary? Nothing. Moseying between the beach and hotel pool [which by the way is stunning, check out a photo here], eating with the summer breeze blowing in, and late dinners by the moon lit ocean. The end.