I've got Georgia on my mind... again.

This is the place that I need to be in right now!

And how could you blame me? It's gorgeous here!

And my heart so desperatley wants to feel the freedom that I feel when I am in the Appalachian Mountians of NE Georgia... how much longer?!?!?!?!? Oh, please let the end come as if on the feet of Mercury.

You date an illiterate girl.

I came across this little epitaph a while ago and felt it was important enough to share on my blog:

– You Should Date An Illiterate Girl, Charles Warnke
"Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are the storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so god damned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life that I told of at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being storied. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you."

Well laid plans.

I sometimes scare myself with how excited I get over travelling... I mean look at this:

This is what I did during my distracted time... I planned out outfits for my Winter vacay.
I'm so excited to get started on packing to go have mini adventures... sort of adventures.
My dad and I are going to Atlanta and my mom and I are going to Cleveland/ Dahlonega, GA to visit my grandparents. I'm just so excited to be chilled to the bone everyday and have my mits - literally - around a hot cup of chai tea :)

I've been sheepishly buying up new basics left and right, icluding a new pair of cognac boots that should fit my wider calfed leg :) Plus, I got 20% off.

The list of basics that I purchased for the new season are:
a chambray shirt - finally - from ON.com
a Grey Pointellete pull-over sweater from GAP.com
a few shirts from both stores

My next move is to purchase a few pairs of tights and to make this adorable faux fur sweater vest from this tutorial:
http://www.adventuresindressmaking.com/search/label/tutorial

P.S. her site is full of awesome

I also have an oder coming in from Ruche (shopruche.com) that includes a few pieces of jewellery and an adorable ruffle infinity scarf in green as seen here from their new lookbook.

Now that I feel all updated and stylish, I have no need to fret the cold of my judgement.

What Fashion Stores Really Tell Us.

I love clothes. I love shopping for clothes. But more oft, I find it frustrating and sometimes degrading to my self-esteem.

Clothing stores - at least the ones that have the fashion that I like the most like UO, Zara, H&M, etc, etc. - tell me that unless I am a size 12, I don't belong in their stores.

Take Zara for example. A blog that I follow (http://the-other-emily.blogspot.com/) got me interested in the store and I went online today to see what they had. I loved loved loved their jeans... but I could only have them if I were a size 12. Otherwise I was left with one option: these ugly acid wash straight leg jeans...

It's moments like these that I feel like an absolute outsider. Like I am some how not good enough to wear their clothes.
And then it occured to me: Fashion stores are like elite clubs. Only if you're good enough can you get in.
I don't know. Maybe I'm being too sensitive... maybe I'm feeling vulnerable from years of being picked on and feeling fat.

But I still feel that fashion is the ultimate hypocrite. It tells women to be strong, fun, fearless, and sexy. And at the same time tells women that if they aren't thin enough, rich enough, pretty enough, or resemble people that were just liberated from a death camp then you can't be all of the things that fashion is trying to teach you to be.

Total FAIL.

From my fruitless research in the microfilms yesterday...

Georgia on my mind...

Oh, Georgia! How I long to be in the safety of your memories. How I long to be in the security of care-free days. Georgia call to me, call for me, take me in your arms! <3

Why can't December 14th arrive... TOMORROW?!?!?! I am so desperate to see the bare trees with black limbs scraping the blue-gray sky. I want to hear nothing but the wind sweeping through the mountains. The sharp chill of the mountain air is what my lungs long to be filled with.

There is something about the Appalachian mountains that just drives my spirit into a frenzy... maybe it's fact that my family has been vacationing in the White/Habersham/Lumpkin county region of Northeast Georgia for as long as I can remember, maybe it's the family heritage that I have in Georgia... or maybe it's just the magic of the mountains. How could it be otherwise? I always feel so right with the world when I am in Georgia. Every now and again my insecurities sweep through my mind and dampen my spirits, but then I go into the woods and all is again right in my heart.

It is only November 5th and already my mind is thinking on what I need to pack, what outfits will suit both my Ocala travels and my Georgia travels, and what I need to buy... i.e. new tights and jeans since I am still stuck in the size 16 of haunting horror. I just can't wait to be out this damned city named Tallahassee... my feelings towards this city is another blog post entirely...

Keep traveling - in mind, soul, and body.