Summer 2014 was officially the summer of the selfie for me. With all of my instagram muses suddenly gone, looking back at photos now, it seems my coping mechanism was to take angsty photos of myself and my very blonde hair.
Graduation to New Years Eve
Ok, so I didn’t handle graduating very well.
Or saying goodbye. Looking at this picture actually kind of makes my stomach hurt. After three years, this was the last morning Frances, Oli and I lived together and four years for Spencer, Claire and me. Minutes before parents came ready to pack up rooms and disassemble furniture, we gathered in our little gray kitchen that I loved so much and with watery eyes, took this final picture together as roommates. This blog has been there for every step of our friendships and I am so grateful for that, but for the rest of my life, no amount of posts or videos or pictures will be able to explain how much these four girls mean to me.
Saying goodbye to Savannah proved to be just as difficult.
Mom and I driving to Philly by way of every milkshake drive through on the east coast.
Spencer and Claire in NY.
Visitors to Philly on the 4th of July.
And then I dyed my hair back to it’s natural color. Which apparently is this light shade of brown. Who knew? I’m not going to go to deep into this because it’s just hair, but let’s be honest, with me, it’s never just hair. I’m sure I’ll talk about this more later, but in the time since graduating, I’ve felt my life becoming more and more about simplification and realistic goals. Perhaps a bit too much, but I’ve been enjoying this time of overall quiet.
The one selfie I snuck at work. (Self timer, hidden on a shelf, covered in lace) Just because Anthropologie wasn’t for me, doesn’t mean that I don’t deserve a photo in remembrance.
Goodbye, Upper East Side.
Hello, West of graduation.
Jenny Lake, WY
Wouldn’t miss 1D for anything.
A quick pee in the forest after the concert.
KP in Seattle.
One of my main persons and her small version that I’m starting to learn all about.
2014 was the definition of change, but it’s cool to know that some things stay exactly the same.
The beginning of Julia Patton Dressmaker.
KP and my new beanie.
Merry Christmas from the Pattons.
Headquarters of Julia Patton Dressmaker.
Goodbye, 2014. You’ve been one stone cold bitch of a good time. A lot of good, a lot of bad. But I’m ready for what’s next. 2015 could be the best year yet.