There's only fall, and waiting for fall.
It can't come soon enough.
My RVA | Yesterday's Heroes Vintage
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And then sometimes good days are marked by leisurely bike rides to visit friends at work and peruse new and old curated finds (by which I mean I looked at the denim for forever because denim is my weakness...) and listen to a little Edward Sharpe on vinyl.
This little shop here in Richmond is a good one, and if you haven't popped in for a visit before, I suggest you change that asap. So much wonderful vintage goodness. It's actually right down the street from this other favorite shop of mine.
You can also find Yesterday's Heroes on Facebook.
See more My RVA posts here.
The Best of The Summer
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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time. || Sylvia Plath
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The Language of Queens
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All women speak two languages: The language of men and the language of silent suffering. Some women speak a third, the language of queens. || Mohja Kahf, The Marvelous Women
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Lately I've been especially grateful for the various women in my life who speak the language of queens.
A rare and beautiful language it is.
Symbols of Home
Magnolia blossoms
NPR playing in opened door garages
The feel of oriental rugs beneath my toes
Well worn t-shirts
The smell of sawdust
A certain someones laugh
The color blue
Late nights of read-a-loud stories
Waking up to the sun
The open water
Hardwood floors
The smell of rosemary
Fuzzy boy heads filled with cowlicks and bits of sunshine
The sound of coffee brewing
Gold rings
Theses are all, for me, symbols of home
I Feel Most Beautiful In The Morning
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Erica shot for Rosewood Clothing Co.
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The minimalist lifestyle so appeals to me, but I'm afraid I'm much too sentimental to truly live that way.
I feel most beautiful in the morning.
Contrary to the social norm, I more often than not rather like Mondays.
Nocturnal is one of my favorite words.
I've read four books in the last week and I feel like myself in a way I haven't in quite some time.
Blue is my favorite color, perhaps because you can use it's name to describe a feeling and not just a color.
I am still learning that feelings are temporary.
Friday Favorites || 05
My new obsession... People In Their Homes. A Richmond based blog that features film photo essays of interesting people in their homes. I'm pretty head over heels for the idea to be honest. People and their spaces fascinate me to no end. So this pretty much is a dream publication. Can we just make it a real live magazine already? I mean really.
A Lesson From Sally Mann. This. This was just everything.
This song. And this one.
A new favorite artist.
This dreamy Swedish home is my color palette dream.
These shoes
Watching Poldark. If you haven't yet, then you need to just stop whatever you're doing until you do. That's all I'm saying.
Seven reasons why your uniqueness is beautiful
Christmas In July Sale
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This is a post just to let you know that for the rest of July I am offering 20% off all orders placed in the shop with the code: CHRISTMASINJULY
So head on over and treat yourself to something pretty! Like maybe this, or this or even this.
Or maybe get an early start on buying those Christmas gifts?
Never hurts to plan ahead... It'll be here before you know it. ;)
The Urbexing Diaries | Abandoned Airstream
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During this roadtrip I came across an abandoned Airstream trailer.
(I actually posted some iPhone snaps of this on tumblr already but I'm just now getting around to sharing the digital shots I took)
Over the past few years, off and on, I've gone through various fascinations and dreams about owning an airstream of my own. I mean with people like this and this living their dreamy airstreamed lives, how could I not?
So anyway.
Came across this beauty, snapped a few photos of her, went on my marry way but couldn't stop thinking about her. So I went back again the next day and ended up tracking down the owner, whose name was Freddy, to see if there was any way he'd be interested in selling his airstream. You know, just out of curiosity.
Freddy was quite a character and though he was, sadly, not interested in selling her, he did have a few stories about her he didn't mind sharing.
He told me he didn't really have any plans for her other than to drag her out to the road so people could see her from it as they drove by. But he told me he'd gotten her for $500 at a junkyard and that she was from '51 or so and how he'd once let a guy gut her and start fixing her up when all of her insides (along with a half moon bed and other "goodies" as he put it) burnt up in a barn fire. Ever since then she's just been sitting, unloved, and acquiring dents from when his horses lean up against her.
He said he'd been offered money for her on several occasions but he just wasn't willing to part with her.
I understood.
I named her Stevie.
Because she had a gypsy soul about her.
Here's to furthering and chasing after my airstream dream.
Don't know what urbexing is?
Check out an explanation in this post here as well as other posts in The Urbexing Diaries.
A Parisian Morning
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Shadows dissipating on white walls
Construction on the street drifting up through the window
Coffee in tiny cups
Bread
Billie Holiday
Tracy Chapman
More bread
Knitting
Fans shushing
Shades of blue
French blue
More Tracy Chapman
Postcard writing
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A Parisian morning
Glasses: Firmoo
Shirt: Colopalo
Shorts: Urban Outfitters
Jewelry: Brittany Channel
Watch: Marc Jacobs
Journal: The Rootless Spruce
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This post was sponsored by Firmoo.
Firmoo has really lovely glasses that are not only unique but affordable.
I love this pair they sent me and highly recommend their frames!
You can shop through their online store as well as connect with them on Instagram, Pinterest and Twitter.
If you're interested in sponsoring a post, shoot me an email: agirlnamedleney@gmail.com