When I Grow Up

{via knight cat, ...look closer, we heart it}

On this Inspiration Humpday my nerves are too overwhelming due to the exciting things to come in the upcoming days, that I can't imagine writing anything close to coherent, let alone inspiring.  So, darlings, I'll leave you with a big thank you for reading, and this quote:

"I'll be very very sexy under 18 pounds of chiffon and lace and velvet. And nobody will know what I really am.  I will have a mystique."

~ Stevie Nicks 

Truly yours,

Rachel

She's Like A Rainbow

{via we heart it, yo! vintage, and "I suck at recording photo sources"}

This Inspirational Humpday is brought to you by the harsh realization that grown ups don't get spring break.  This means no mid-March week dedicated to sunny weather, jean cutoffs, good books, sand, or fireworks, {both the literal and kissing induced ones}.  I'm pretty much determined to find a way to enjoy all of these things despite, {or in spite of}, adulthood, so who's with me?!  Here's to good friends, warm weather, great tunes, and never settling for anything less than butterflies!   

Truly yours,

Rachel

Dust Bowl Dance

{via we heart it, tfs}

I'm lacking much rhyme or reason today, feeling a bit like laying around in pretty, barely-there things and enjoying the sunshine.  One of my many new years resolutions was to replace my collection of ratty sweat pants with more delicate, sweet, lacy/satiny/cottony sleep-things, {I think I'd enjoy sleeping that much more}, and these pictures just remind me of that promise.  Oh, and breakfast, my favorite meal ever.

 {I judge people based on how they take their eggs}

Happy Inspirational Humpday, darlings!

Truly yours,

Rachel

Road Full of Promise

{via tumblr, we heart it}

Happy Inspirational Humpday, loves!  Today we're going to get a bit serious, a bit personal, just bear with me here.  I want to talk about the relationship that exists between style and strength. 

 A few months ago things seemed to shatter.  Everything that I thought was undeniably true turned false, my sweet turned sour.  This was a new pain, a big girl pain, the kind that leaves you walking around with a gaping hole in your chest for weeks at a time, the kind that creates silent sobs.  I'll be honest with you, for a bit there, I gave in.  I succumbed to the hurt, wallowed in it, and let it envelope me {and I read Pride and Prejudice...three times}.  But after a few days I did something so seemingly insignificant that would turn out to be the single most impactful move I could've made on my path to regaining a sense of myself.  

I got dressed.

I put on the most ridiculously chic, seasonally inappropriate outfit I could assemble of rose chiffon, skin hugging satin, and sky-high heels and I wore it in bed.  Every day, no matter how terrible I was feeling, I managed to put together an ensemble that I knew made me look and feel good, and every day I felt the strength grow within me.  It is in this way that personal style is undeniably empowering.  It is a form of creative expression that serves as the armour to give us the strength to face the day.  Without style this incredible struggle, {which I am grateful for everyday}, could have very well eaten me alive.  I can't express to you how much I value the roll that my personal style and this incredible online community has played in leading me through this experience. I don't believe that there is a bounty of influences out there that could make a person so much stronger in the way that fashion has done for me.    

Thanks for listening, dolls.

Happy humpday :)

Truly yours,

Rachel 

Silent In The Morning

{via weheartit}
Ok now, don't freak out...I am posting twice within a 24 hour period.  Don't get too excited, dolls.  Today's Inspirational Humpday is dedicated to mornings.  I think I've always been a morning person in disguise, and with my new job I have recently had to embrace an earlier schedule.  Wanna know a secret?....I kind of love it.  These last few days have been sunny and a bit warmer, and there's nothing better than jumping in my little car when it's dark and watching the sun slowly rise on my drive downtown.  The perfect soundtrack is truly what makes or breaks the experience, {not to mention a serious cup of tea} and this and this have been serving me quite well on my way in.
Happy Humpday loves!

Truly yours,
Rachel

P.S.
Some words of wisdom...

"Fashion is the armor to survive the reality of everyday life.  I don't think you could do away with it, it'd be like doing away with civilization!"

Scarlet Begonias Tucked Into Her Curls

{via i love wildfox, tumblr, weheartit, fashion toast, her famed warm gun}

Happy Inspirational Humpday, dolls!  So today's post has just about the most obscure theme any post has ever had in the history of the blogosphere, all inspired by yesterday's events.  So yesterday I got my hair cut, just a trim and some layers, no big deal, right?  Wrong.  The hairstylist did the unthinkable...she straightened my hair.  She claimed it would help her touch up the layers, but I'm crying foulplay!  So as you can see, the ladies in the photos above are sporting some beautiful, slightly kinked locks in honor of yesterday's tragic events.  

Now don't get me wrong here folks,  I have absolutely nothing against straight hair,  I used to wake up 2 hours early, every day to straighten my hair!  But at this point, I do have something against not celebrating what you are blessed with by nature.  There is nothing more beautiful or sexy than confidence and love for oneself.
So today it's back to being a curly girl. 

Happy humpday.
{Oh, and hello there new followers, lots of love}

Truly yours,

Rachel