chez nous04/23/14

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It’s safe to say that Blake and I are obsessed with new Charleston restaurant, Chez Nous. Located in a tiny house in an alley, their small daily menu (two appetizers, two entrees, two desserts) never fails to amaze. Exquisite food, intimate setting, wonderful people, French — I’m sold.

Chez Nous
6 Payne Court
Lunch 11:30-3
Dinner 5:30-10:30

birds in big sur04/15/14

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wisteria04/11/14

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BE STILL MY HEART.

sunday love04/08/14

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(my sweet uncle and aunt)

I was recently chatting with a girlfriend about how easy it is to get caught up in the comparison game. I’m a rule follower by nature, so when it comes to relationships I often judge mine against others, wondering what’s “normal” and how it “should” look. We put an unfair amount of pressure on ourselves with the judging/comparing/perfection-striving, as I’m sure our moms did and their moms did, but social media certainly has not helped the cause. My friend said her mom is constantly reminding her that you can’t judge your insides against other people’s outsides.

All of this to say, the Sunday I’m in Love series is meant to guide and inspire but it’s also meant to be a reminder that there is no normal. All relationships are different — each as weird and valid and special and complicated and beautiful as the next.

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peru | chinchero market 04/04/14

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We were told we couldn’t miss the Chinchero Market and went out of our way to swing by before Ollantaytambo. We had just flown into Cuzco, and at an elevation of 11,000+ feet I felt lightheaded and nauseous and sort of like we were on a new planet – the fruit-filled trees, the colorful textiles, the smell of the textiles, the faces, the braids, the coca tea, the guinea pigs, the stares. Sensory overload to the nth degree, and home to some of the most stunning textiles in the world.

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