Well, I blew through (almost) three months without posting a Playlist, so I'm trying to make up for it. I really like this one, and hope you do, too! Fellow Spotify users CLICK HERE TO LISTEN and/or follow me @notetosarah if you are so inclined.
Sometimes I keep myself busy doing work with some pretty wonderful people. Loren is the best "permanent client" a girl could ask for. Every new look book launch is an adventure, and I think this is my favorite so far. Design and copy by yours truly. Photographs by Loren Barham herself, styling and art direction by Sara Kate Huff. Browse it here, and shop the new collection here. The new line is just gorgeous (as usual). I just ordered this bracelet (also love the blue!) and these earrings to go with my daily get-ups. High fives all around, team!
A Beginners Guide to Re-Starting Your Hobby Blog: Step 1: Put on some Beyoncé. Step 2: Start somewhere. Write, create, or share something. It doesn't have to be good, but you do have to hit "publish." Here's my go at it. (You've had your fair warning: it may not be good.)
Hi there. And hello, September, even though we're already mid-way through. I'm not exactly sure how this keeps happening. Life is blurry. It's flying. My internal calendar is still convinced it's April, even though the days are getting shorter and the trees are shedding their tresses instead of the other way around. Working in fashion does not help at all, when you are constantly working 6-8 months ahead of the season. Fall is so last January. Christmas has already happened. Spring market is so last month. Unhealthy.
Why am I saying this? As always when I turn to writing, usually it's to get something on the record—to force myself to explain my feelings so that I, too can understand them. This is written-word therapy. What I've ascertained so far is that I've been busy, yes. This is a fact. It is also a fact that I sometimes make myself busy on purpose so that I can use it as an excuse to not do things I don't want to do. Like write thank you notes (how rude), return emails (how rude), read a book, take a day off or travel (how rude to myself).
What I should say is that I've been distracted. I have intentionally taken on more things than necessary, whether it be projects, causes, tasks, deadlines, events. They continue to fill my days and my mental capacity to the point where I purposely do not leave time to think about the days going by, certain relationships or my place in the world. There are days when I have no checkpoints outside of my agenda. And yes, I enjoyed the distraction for a while. I usually do. For some reason, this practice of continuous distraction is ingrained in the modern lives we lead.
But here I find myself well into in September. I feel like I missed summer in a way, but regrets have no value here. I'm sitting in a quiet room, listening to rain fall (and Beyoncé on Spotify) and enjoying a cool breeze. I'm taking stock of things physical, emotional and mental and despite the past few months, feeling pretty good. Take time for yourself, people. It matters.
Given the absence of new posts this summer, I don't know how many of you are still out there. But if you are, thanks for sticking around. I'll continue to not be the blogger I once was, but on the (hopefully more-frequent) occasion that I stop to check myself, this seems to be the first place I want to turn. It's funny, I never thought about my blog in this way before, but they can be valuable just for the purpose of processing and stripping away the distractions (depending on how one uses it, of course.)
Blogging is, like, hard these days. Obviously I don't do it that often anymore, but you know by now that when I do—I mean it. Case in point...
The one-year anniversary of my beautiful grandmother's death came and went last week. I still can't figure out what to do with that—the one year, or any anniversary of the loss of a loved one. It's hard. There's guilt for not paying enough respect (what is "enough?") There's also regret for dwelling on the past. There really is no right way, no matter what people say. Of course, I find it easier to dwell on the positive. I found many photos on my phone from her last months spent sick in bed, but immediately decided against re-hashing those private and painful moments. (They're not mine to share anyway.) Despite being surrounded by loved ones, those visuals do not exemplify the person she was.
So, I've just been thinking about our first year without a grandmother. Since her passing, as an extended family, we celebrated the birth of my cousin's adorable daughter and two weddings. We also celebrated "her boys" (the University of Virginia baseball team) going to the College World Series for the second time (it was a big deal to us). I think I speak for everyone when I say these reunions are much more pleasant than the all-black events of last summer. But as the matriarch and defacto party planner for every family get-together, she is ingrained in our family experience. I can't see them without thinking of her. Never mind that my mom stands and laughs like her and my Aunt Molly has her voice. I just associate the boisterous laughter of our giant family members with something she created. So we hug and crack jokes and make dinner and keep going. And she's there in the kitchen with us. And she's on the porch, in the driver's seat, and at the ballgame. I smiled to revisit her name on the Hall of Fame door at the baseball stadium this season when heading in for a playoff game. Her memory is literally everywhere, whether in formal honor or passing thought. Special people have this effect.
Now, about the above image. It goes without saying that emotionally, I keep many pieces of her with me. Physically, I have this: her charm bracelet. I thought it would be a nice little memorial, especially for the family members who may not have seen it. Somewhere in the hubbub of cleaning out her closet and giving away her things last Spring (her orders, mind you), I found a faded Liberty of London zip pouch in the back of a dresser drawer. It smelled heavily of Estée Lauder perfume (as does everything of hers). I pulled the stiff zipper open and this charm bracelet cascaded into my hand with a few decisive clinks. When I took it to her, she clutched it to her chest, and exclaimed: "Oh, I've had this since I was a teenager!" Without missing a beat, she thumbed each charm and took me through their origins one-by-one. Grandad's high school service medal. Her college class ring. His Beta pin. His honors society lavaliere. It is truly a fantastic keepsake.
Since she gifted it to me, it's been sitting in the same pouch on shelf in my bedroom. I thought about framing it, or getting some kind of glass box for display. But it's kind of nice to see and remember it all over again every so often. Today, I took it out and went back through our conversation in my head. With a little light Googling and a magnifying glass, I could decipher the details once more. From what I can remember, there are 3 charms that are truly hers. The rest are tokens of my grandfather's accomplishments and physical proof that she was part of his journey the entire way. As if we ever doubted that for a second...
Though not a photograph, this actually exemplifies her quite perfectly. It represents her unspoken mantra of treasuring each moment wholeheartedly. (All us Instagrammers can relate.) In retrospect, I see this in my memories of her. She threw so much effort into personal events and celebrations, which on the surface may have seemed frivolous. But as a result, we wear the experiences like charms—little happy capsules of memory. There could be one for each giant Christmas dinner, each summer by the sea, every grandchild's graduation, college acceptance, honors society and degree. Lord help her, she would have run out of room on the chain. But this is where it all started—with her and grandad and their step-by-step journey together. I think that's pretty special.
One year later, I love that I can learn from her legacy even though she's no longer around to tell me in person. As they say, actions speak louder than words. Hers were quite charming. (Wink.)