Author: Graceful Rags

July 2020 Monthly Round-Up

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I was pretty absent from the blogging world last week (which felt so good), but I’m excited to get back into things this week and to catch up on my longggg to-do list. I know everyone has already said this, but I just can’t believe it’s August! July lasted a really long time for me, in the best sort of way, and I’m not ready for the summer to start winding down yet. There’s still so much to do before I head back to school in September! Continue reading “July 2020 Monthly Round-Up”

Hello, Yellow!

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Today I am teaming up with the Magnificent 8 again to show how we style our yellow pieces! For those of you who don’t know, the Magnificent 8 is a collaboration of eight different fashion bloggers across the generations to show that style is ageless. While I am the youngest member, I have often found that if I love an outfit, it doesn’t matter if the woman wearing it is 20 years old or 60 years old. I truly believe that fashion inspiration can come from anywhere and be easily adapted to satisfy the styles specific to our own generation. So while being stylish has no age limit, I also believe there are no restrictions on getting inspiration from across the generations! Continue reading “Hello, Yellow!”

El Camino de Santiago: One Year Later

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One year ago today my brother and I were hiking 18.32 miles from Villafranca de Bierzo to Laguna del Castilla in Spain. 43,336 steps, give or take. We started early in the morning, before sunrise, with lights strapped to our heads as we walked along the Spanish highway through the pouring rain. It remained raining most of the day, as we passed through several villages and fellow pilgrims passed us. At one point we heard a very loud and unrecognizable noise above the sound of the rainfall, only to realize it was a honking donkey strutting by. And I can only imagine that at some point during our walk, my brother and I got into a spat about something silly, like that he was talking too much or that he ate more than his fair share of tortilla. After a slippery incline at the end of the cold, fall-like day, we finally arrived at our tiny town—no more than a single hostel and a restaurant—before settling in for the night, watching the movie Twister in Spanish as it played on the restaurant’s TV. Continue reading “El Camino de Santiago: One Year Later”