Tag: Quarantine

What Sewing Has Taught Me About Fashion

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If you’ve been following along the past couple of months, you’ve probably heard me mention that I recently learned to sew. I’ve always wanted to learn, and of course it helps that we already have a sewing machine + table in the house. Throughout the process, sewing made me think a lot about fashion, the clothes we wear, etc., so I figured, what better way to share these insights than in a blog post? I hope you enjoy! Continue reading “What Sewing Has Taught Me About Fashion”

Easy Backyard Party Ideas

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Happy weekend! I’m bummed I missed Thursday’s blog post, but I got so caught up in packing for school that I just didn’t get a chance to write and publish it. Regardless, I was planning on straying from my usual fashion content today anyways to share a “bonus post” about the backyard party I threw for my family a few weekends ago! With Covid and everything, there’s no denying that this summer has been a little less ~fun~ than usual. Back in May, my parents and I decided to do one fun/interesting/unique thing each day for the entire month in order to spice up quarantine life, so I wanted to do a little reprisal of those quarantivities and host a backyard party. Continue reading “Easy Backyard Party Ideas”

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”