Autumn's new mood calls for an oversized jumper and long walks in Christ Church Meadows...
It's been two years since I went to my first fashion week, except that it was basically a spin-off called London Fashion Weekend... how cute. Safe to say, I'm glad those days are gone (as fun as they were for fifteen-year-old me) and I'm on to bigger and better things for my fourth real season at LFW...
It's hard to fully appreciate a place you've lived your whole life. That's why I only came to acknowledge the beauty of Utah when I moved across the world and came back to visit each year. Every visit seems to be more picturesque than the last... which must mean that I'm becoming more accustomed to the Oxford scene and much less accustomed to the mountains.
I've waited over a year to return to Southern California... and when I finally stretched my legs after a ten hour car journey from Utah (a total nightmare with sick children in the back and a broken DVD player), the ocean was waiting for me. Sand and seaweed in my hair, the taste of salt, waves more powerful than me, rays of sun burning my skin. Sure there are gloomy days and sometimes it stings when sand gets in my eyes, but I can't complain; the beach is my happy place and I felt it every single day I spent by the ocean.