On lemon pound cakes. Or house-hunting. Or being bitter.

Imagine walking into Starbucks, FINALLY, after you have been fighting a day-long sweet tooth, stood patiently in line, walked up to the counter only to be told that the person in front of you bought the last Iced Lemon Pound Cake they had.

Yes, I am equating this house-hunting process to Starbucks pastries. And no, I see no issues with that.

Then imagine you tuck in your pouty lip, and go find another Starbucks, and you see that lucious, zesty Iced Lemon Pound Cake just flirting with you from the case. She's a beaut. And you order it, and your giddy and your mouth is watering, and the barista tells you that she's going to cost you roughly 4x what she's worth. And you try to reassure them that all other Starbuck's only sell them for a fraction of the cost, but the barista isn't budging.

And you untuck your pouty lip, and hand the most perfect little pound cake back, and walk out the door.

And every other Starbucks sucks. And every other pound cake has sucked since then. And you are about to become paleo just so you can't even EAT a pound cake even if you found one.

I'm not bitter or anything. I'm totally cool with house-hunting. I don't take it personally, or get upset, or fall in love with any of the houses. Me? No. Nooo.

We're back to square one. For the third time. Blah blah blah, don't try feeding me the 'we'll stumble upon the most perfect one when we least expect it' line, my level of patience is on par with that of a toddler.


Also, I've really been craving a lemon pound cake.

in my overalls

Cotton On Overalls, Supre Tee, Converse Sneakers & Jayco Cap

This is sort of weird...posting on a Wednesday night. But school finishes tomorrow, all my assessment tasks are finished and I have zero homework. So I guess you could say I am feeling pretty good right now and very excited for two full week off of doing nothing [apart from the odd bit of homework, but that can wait for now]. I also wanted to catch you all on what has been going in my world since I wasn't able to post on the weekend [again, blame homework] and I just really wanted to share these photos with you since I am surprisingly loving this outfit. 

I wanted to style my overalls for a second time but I felt that my last post showcasing these guys was a bit boring. So I jazzed things up with a little peach top and my new favourite thing - my old Jayco cap [memories of some old festival]. It all looks a bit like 'lets fix up the back fence since I busted it up driving the motorcycle' or something like that, I'm not sure. I'm a bit tired but on a sugar high from eating three chocolate cupcakes at lunch so excuse any mistakes or weird bits of grammar in this post. But I love the look of this outfit and how different it is from my usual style. 

So, tomorrow is my last day of school then I have dance then I can sleep in till 11 then I am out for Good Friday lunch then sleep for the rest of Saturday then another family lunch on Sunday for Easter and my holidays officially start. I'm pretty excited *don't know if you could tell* and I am hoping, crossing all my fingers and toes, that I can be a mad lady and shoot so many blog posts that I won't know what to do with them all. 

Have a great Easter if I don't speak to you between now and Sunday, even though I probably will. 

Ciao!

Lotsa love, Chelsea xo

PS - Again, sorry for any spelling errors. I just really wanted to talk to you guys and share the photos. 

swinging around

Before we go any further, let me just scream from the roof tops that AUTUMN IN HERE. After three very long months of hot weather, I can say goodbye to my sandals and shorts and hello to my grey knits and jeans. It was raining a few days ago, like actually water falling from the sky. All. Day. Long. I was so happy! Although there will be a few more summer inspired outfits popping up here and there in the next few months, mainly we will be sticking to the Autumnal style from now. 

So how have you all been? Hopefully this last week treated you well and the long weekend will be treating you even better. 

Last weekend I went out to shoot five blog posts and this here was one of them. I'm really happy with how the photos turned out and how the background looks in the location we shot at. The dress is one of my favourite since I love the pattern and how it just falls from your shoulders in a swing style. Plus it has pockets and is such a soft material. I went extremely minimal with this look and just put on my pair of heels of Cotton On and bam! the outfit was done but it looked put together, classic and I felt like I was wearing my PJs. 

Hope you enjoyed the photo and are enjoying your day. 

Chelsea x

A house, and a home.

Have you ever realized how much more personal a home is versus a house? You 'house hunt', but it becomes your 'home sweet home'.  How is it that some freestanding structure becomes such a part of who we are as a person?

It's one of the oddest things, to tell someone you're contemplating selling your house. It's as if you're telling someone you're considering voluntarily becoming a paraplegic. There is so much shock and confusion.

Don't get me wrong, I love my home more than anything. I absolutely adore these four walls, the stair cases, the backyard, the little white fence. I love the paint colors I chose, the paint colors I painted over, the floors I stained, the things I furnished it will, the plants I planted. This house was my own. I hunted and hunted and fell in love and signed the papers five and a half years ago.

But to me, she's still just four walls. She made up the grounds for a lot of great memories, but she isn't the memories themselves. Everything filling this foundation are just additives to my life, they aren't my life itself.

Maybe it's because I am voluntarily selling my house. Maybe that is why it's so foreign.

All of this babbling is the long way of saying that Tate & I have started house-hunting. Yea, gasp, big step. It started as a hair-brained idea, as we were chatting longingly about exposed brick walls over a couple Moscow mules during one of our regular date nights. Our list of wishes and wants gracefully unfolded into a few peeks at local listings, a pre approval letter, and a call to our realtor.

I had forgotten how much I loved the house-hunting process. Stepping through front door after front door, never knowing what quirks you will find. Every house tells such a story itself, but it also provides such blank page and I can't help but start to fill those pages in my head with how our life together would unfold in each room.

Some have been total bunks from the get go, and some have sparked our interest. We already had our first minor heartbreak when we learned that a dream-inducing condo FULL of exposed-brick had received 3 offers just days after we looked at it.

All of this means that eventually it will be time to put my home on the market, to make that jump, and become an official downtown Indianapolis urbanite instead of just a suburban pretending to be hip. It's exciting, and also slightly terrifying. But mostly, it just feels right.

Here's to hoping this transition from home to house to home is everything we could have hoped for!

3.4.16

Recoccuring FOMO brings me back here often.

To this very page. This page, that you can't see, because if you're reading this it means I've actually hit the Publish button... this page is the draft page. At this exact moment there are 83 posts sitting unpublished in my draft page.

Fear of Missing Out. Which is weird. Because blogging is just rehashing your own life, so what am I fearing - missing moments of my own life?

But it's the truth. Because right now, I struggle to remember little moments I never wanted to forget. Moments from when I was in Ireland, or when I was receiving 'no more cancer!" results from my niece's doctor, or the moments when I first started letting myself fall in love again.

Those are the stories I miss sharing. Those are the stories I miss re-reading in two, four, seven years. Do yourself a favor though, don't go back to those 2009 posts. They're REAL awkward. I'd like to think at some point I developed a voice, and this place was halfway fun. Those first posts were anything but.

So, as with all things in life lately, I've decided it's time to put an effort to put my heart back into everything I once loved. Because why would I waste my life doing anything I wasn't absolutely crazy about?!