On writing a new book

There are points in life where you're like today sucks and really it's inevitable. Then there are months that you spend car rides, and netflix shows counting down the second to the good stuff that will pop up in your life. Sort of like people that pop out of 10XL sized cakes. Except all disease free. Today is officially my last day of summer. And it was one for the books. For the diary if you will. That will never resurface for I have big intentions to tear up every word until I don't realize this summer even happened. Clearly the only option to end this summer is with a few shots of dramatic with an order of time travel (don't worry, it's in the works).

I really did have big plans like, mid-june(?) to make a bucket list but I knew this summer wouldn't be one to document besides a few snaps of my standard beach views, selfies, and ootd's (basic). However I never would have saw the cutest puppy in all the land come my way, finally make a trip to NY last minute, or even have to pay for myself on a date. Thanks for that, if you still read this...asshole.

What I did do this summer consisted of:

frequent beach trips (featuring my The Atelier Shop tote)

rebrand my blog (for better or for worse) and had some really great photoshoots in Philadelphia 

spent too much time in #RittenhouseSquare

had multiple boat days exploring land and sea/e (yes, double meaning)

finally said YES to something that scared me and just did it. moral of story: You'll probably live

took many of my spare time to hang with the hunk of my life

and ended the summer with a little Manhattan bang.

Its easier said than done to glam up your life a bit. Yea, the beauties of makeup and story telling. This past week began the new book in my life. Not a chapter, because I'm pretty sure sometimes chapters can be boring and we want to skip them. But the first few pages of the book can always help you figure out if you want to keep reading to see what happens to the princess or if it just gets tossed in the trash with a huge bang and a side of shoulder shrugging. Let's hope I make it out of junior year alive. And problem free. Care packages accepted in the form of peanut butter, artsy pictures/polaroid film, and/or renewing my vogue subscription.