Oh hey!  Remember when I got on a plane and flew to Europe and had the best time ever?  That was only three months ago.  I know, it’s crazy.  Time is flying by, but in the best way.  We’re all getting back to work and filling up on coffee and early mornings are a bit painful now.  Am I right?  Morning people….don’t answer that.

Well, here they are for your enjoyment.  The last of the Frenching with Liz series.  London and Amsterdam await your eyes and slow scrolling.  I hope this helps your Tuesday back to work and inspires you to do something spontaneous this year.

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It feels wrong to be posting about my magical time in Europe in light of the sadness that is happening there right now. I almost didn’t, but then I thought, what if I kept that magic alive despite the current circumstances? What if I walked you through a 10 day trip that changed my life?  A trip that inspired me like never before? That is what this post is about. It’s about remembering the good when everything seems to be falling apart.

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My list involved an attitude I would live and breath when I got there.

 

// I wanted to stay present, wake up when I wanted, enjoy morning rituals, taste all the things I had been dreaming about and meet as many people as possible. I’m happy to report I did all those things and more.

 

// I woke up with the sun and walked to a new place for coffee almost every morning.  I walked aimlessly and let myself be surprised by the next corner block and what it had to show me. I introduced myself to random strangers who ended up sharing an afternoon with me. I rode a bike along the river and met a lovely woman who lives in Texas (hi Elise!).  I indulged in a crazy amount of sugar and bread and felt absolutely no guilt about it. I met up with a dear friend and instead of just having dinner we spent three whole days running around the streets of Paris together.

 

I let go. I allowed things to just happen organically. I was patient and let the day unfold without putting any restrictions on myself.  I was free.

That’s really what this trip was about I guess. Freedom. I left my camera at home (shot everything on my iPhone) and embraced that kid in me. You know what? It was easy.  It felt good to have no expectations. It felt good to sit at a cafe for 2 hours with nowhere to be.

 

I brought back a fierce desire to stay young at heart and always focus on the simple things in life. Things that matter. I may never see every dream or goal come to fruition, but what I do know is that I live my life to the fullest and that means I’m making my teenage self proud.

 

// Now please enjoy a lot of pretty pictures…

I hope they inspire you and remind you to take a friend to lunch or plan that road trip you’ve been “meaning” to do.  I hope you call that girl you’ve been thinking about and can’t seem to swallow your pride enough to do it. Listen, life is happening now. Right now! Don’t wait because before you know it it’s going to be five years from now. xo

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You can see more photos from the trip on Instagram here!  Photos from London and Amsterdam coming soon…

P.S I’m currently working on a new website and you’ll be able to buy prints directly from the site!

I met Lexi at her sister’s wedding and I liked her style right away.

She’s quiet and a little shy, but she loves to laugh.  I made her laugh that day.  A lot.

She’s about to graduate high school and has her whole life ahead of her.

Every girl at 18 years old should have photos to document where they are in life.  To capture their essence.

So I flew to Pennsylvania and took care of it.

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When I was 14 years old I became obsessed with two things.  Frank Sinatra and Parisian culture.  I poured over books on Frank and how he got his start and of course bought every album he’s ever made (that’s a lie.  My dad bought me one every Christmas).  However, what I think had an even bigger impact on me was the way people lived in France, especially Paris.

The pace of every day life // the language // the passion // the architecture // the sophistication and pride in how they carry themselves.  I fell in love with all of it.

I would sit in my teenage room and spend hours reading about what there is to do there, the history behind the Eiffel Tower and obsessed over the incredible fashion.  I just loved how looking like your Sunday best is a part of every day life.  Something I feel we lack in the states.  People wearing pajamas to the grocery store hurts my soul.  I’m sorry, please don’t send me poison in the mail.

I vowed to myself that as soon as I could, I would go to Paris and walk the streets I had read about late in the night.  I would drink every cappuccino and eat every croissant and ride every bike and create every picnic imaginable and photograph every bridge I came across.  What can I say, the romantic in me can’t be controlled.

So, the day has come.  I leave in a couple hours.  A COUPLE HOURS.  I will take a direct flight and step foot on that magical land.  I always thought I would go with the man in my life or a close friend, but as it turns out, I’ve decided to go alone.  There is something that happens to you when you take a trip solo.  There’s nothing like it and i’ll be experiencing it in a matter of hours.  Sleep deprivation here I come.  Give it to me.

And that my friends is my eat pray love chat for the day.  I’ll see you on Instagram with updates on all things Paris!!  #frenchingwithliz

 

// A few photos from my trip to Italy four years ago.  A trip that time stamped so much growth for me, brought me closer to a friend and taught me to slow the f down.  I’ve been wearing lipstick, buying flowers every weekend and never get annoyed when the waiter takes longer than expected since then.  

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Once upon a time, I was hiking up a mountain in Griffith Park and to my surprise, came across a beautiful pregnant fairy. She stood there smiling at me so I approached her and introduced myself.  We got acquainted and had the loveliest chat as we walked through the trees together.

I couldn’t help but ask her if I could photograph her and she asked if that was really necessary? I reminded her that she was only going to be pregnant once with this particular child and how wonderful it would be to look back on these days of anticipation.

 

Remember what she looked like.

Remember how she felt.

Remember how pregnancy changed her over the course of nine months.

 

It would all be documented in photographs that she could have forever. She smiled with agreement and so we continued walking through the forest stopping when I felt inspired.

Before we knew it, we were losing light as the sun quickly hid behind the mountains.  She offered to walk me back to my car and with delight, I accepted.  We spoke about our lives and how much has changed for the both of us in the last year.  We spoke about friendship and the different chapters we are both in at the moment.  In the midst of this fairy/girl talk we also realized that we are so much alike.  Though we are living very different lives, we are living very similar lives as well.  Both living one adventure to the next, both living very closely to our loved ones, both inspired by fashion and nature.  The list goes on.

 

The lesson I learned that magical afternoon is this:  Enjoy each chapter of your life no matter what it is because it will end one day and a new chapter will begin. Oh, and that fairies are the best and should be handled with the utmost respect. They also love peanut butter and popcorn.

The end.

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