The occasional romp outside Capitol Hill (where I live) or DuPont area (where I work) yields many a cool discovery when I’m exploring the city. Just as CityCenterDC makes seasonal changes to their skyline aesthetic, the northwest neighborhood of Shaw boasts fresh wall murals as we slip into April showers.
What a weekend. Exhibit A sent me to DC Fashion Week to cover the event for it’s final two nights: Saturday’s Designer Showcase in Capitol Hill, and Sunday’s Couture Show at the French Embassy.
Guests of the Designer Showcase rocked it, taking the trendy “uniform” to its own level altogether. Blending neon and leather, sky-high platforms and booties, pops of color, and animal print, like my suit.
Chris is risen! What a weekend - over Easter I had the great blessing and time window to return to one of my favorite cities in the whole world. My year living there was extra special by the phenomenal friends and families that surrounded me in loving community. Seeing about fifteen of my friends for the first time since last summer was, irrevocably, something special.
Celebrating new opportunities following a graduation, open doors following a job promotion, or a new marriage at a wedding are tremendous milestones and worth some special commemorating. But largely, and ironically, isn’t it all the little pieces of each day that knit our lives together? I was reminded this week that those small things are just as special, in their own way.
2018 elicits a number of words for me. Change. Community. Frustration. Rejection. Grit. Blessing. Peace.
Provocative, taxing, full of changes, it grew me in more ways than I could see then. It had its euphoric moments as well as its dips, but it’s time to reflect on all of it.
The Lord repeatedly had to show me how to release my grip: from comforts, habits, mindsets. So many changes took place that I really couldn’t clutch my control any longer (how much do we have, really?) and I had release my grip and let go.
What’s the first thing you notice when visiting a new place?
For me visiting Budapest, Hungary, my first trip to Eastern Europe, it was the language. Hungarian is guttural, clanging, and utterly foreign to me. I remember thinking if aliens existed and had their own dialect, it would have to sound exactly like Hungarian. (The eery female voice announcing each stop on the tram seemed to compound this observation.)
Visitors to France will quickly find that French culture does coffee differently than American. Portions are far different (forget your large iced coffee!), they don’t use cream, and their purpose for drinking it differs from ours. While “America runs on Dunkin’,” the French prefer to sit, relax, and sip their café with leisure, enjoying the art of a quality cup of brew. C’est la vie.
Jó reggelt from Budapest, Hungary! Today is day six of vacation, and today is Valentine’s Day. What a wonderful day to embrace what we’re made of, how God knit us together in His image, and to celebrate that factor that brings us all together: love.
I’ve come to love Valentine’s Day, but not for the reason people often do.
The day I wrote this blog post was not a good one. I’d slept in, showed up flustered and late to work, and one thing after another seemed to be going wrong or something I did wrong. I came home frustrated, angry at myself, annoyed at others, and dripping wet from the rainy day that topped it off. And ready for a tub of Gelati.
In the beginning of winter, I’m always excited for the first snow. I’ve had enough gradual transition to remember my gloves/hat/scarf trifecta, and as soon as it starts ya girl is the first one to pop into the street and feel those first few dainty flakes on my nose.
Many of you may know that I recently visited France and Hungary in February. Imagine coming back home to frigid February in Washington, DC, and feeling more determined than ever to make trips like this happen at least once a year.
Washington, DC is the town for the cool cats and home to many, a hipster haven in coffee shops. There are a multitude with both quality brew and plenty of character to boot, but since I’ve been here I picked seven that I would recommend to my closest friends.
In the words of everyone ever, “There’s an app for that.” And in a world that’s more globalized than it’s ever been, the same applies to apps related to traveling. We all can relate, taking a trip is freaking exciting… and one of the few things that gets you out of bed in the morning to squeeze your peach into a suffocating pencil skirt and show up at a job that has you drooling at your desk by 3pm. But then you remember, you’re there for that PAYCHECK to treat yo’self to a lil trip over to Cabo. Or Iceland. Or Bali.
On Saturday, emerging designers had their moment to showcase new collections and launch their name into the District’s fashion market. Night two of #DCFW 2019 presented the M.E.D.I.A. Showcase (that is, Metropolitan Emerging Designers & Indie Artists). On a vibrant evening punctuated by pounding music and flashing cameras in Capitol Hill’s Liaison Hotel,
I know, I know. Getting your butt into a gym – somewhat regularly, anyway – is a pain. No one enjoys feeling like a lamb walking into a meat market (thank you, gawking gym bro’s) or being territorially shunned by Gym Barbies. Hard pass.
Also, do I really want one more time suck stealing away my beloved two hours with The Bachelorette? After waking up every morning at an ungodly hour to squeeze these thunder thighs into a pencil skirt and show up at the office on time five days a week without spilling coffee on myself, what do you think?