Ten years ago, I’m told repeatedly by locals, DC neighborhoods looked very different. Some areas had little to boast of, others were not where you wanted to wander alone at night. Today, several spots are experiencing a renewal of activity and attracting more visitors and economic life.
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.
Days 2 and 3 here I ventured out for a few lil hikey hikes: Spur Cross Trailhead and Devil’s Bridge, respectively.
Spur Cross was relatively easy, though if I’d go again I’d do it at sunrise or sundown for less brutal heat. Still was able to catch some cool shots, though. And don’t ask me why, but whenever I’m out in major hikes that also house certain wildlife I’d rather not run into unarmed and alone, I forget that possibility until I’m at the farthest point away in my route…someday I’ll learn.
Adventure numero dozen or so this year now takes me cross-country today. And while today may not have been my best travel day "(being barked at by TSA to throw away my peanut butter, on five hours of sleep - believe it or not - is not my favorite thing…my roommates watch me propose to my hallowed jar of peanut butter every day when I come home from work), still worth it.
Let Fun-Employment Week begin! This splendid long weekend was my first visit back to North Carolina’s capital for 2019. With several friends we celebrated birthdays, new jobs, and my college best friend acquiring her US citizenship. Hitting milestones is a lot sweeter surrounded by your people who sweep you off to Cornerstone to dance off all the Cookout.
Until recently I knew almost nothing about photo editing. To be honest, it’s always had a bit of a negative connotation: doctoring photos or uttering the word “Photoshop” was typically said in distaste, with a wrinkled nose. The string of news stories smearing brands and businesses for their overly-zealous Photoshopping faux pas further taint the whole pursuit as sleazy, even immoral.
Ah, Raleigh. The City of Oaks, the Oak City. Equidistant from the mountains and the beach, not quite big enough to render one lost and overwhelmed, but not small enough that you feel uncomfortably magnified in a town as populous as the ghost-towny setting for the Twilight series. This city was my first post-college home, where I found my first very own apartment, first job, and many firsts of navigating a new city solo, all whilst equal parts dirt poor, and full of hope and curiosity for my new town.
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,
Couture has enchanted me for ages. Since I was a little girl, reading about couture gowns and flipping through books that study fashion through the ages, I’ve always been captivated by its romance and delicacy. It is soft, alluring, but simultaneously subtle and striking. It celebrates femininity and heightens your standards - for dressing, for carrying oneself, for living.