In Which I Seek My Inner Minimalist

When I was younger, the concept of minimalism was an odd idea. It seemed so cold, so austere. And in some ways it still is IF you do not actually DESIRE for it.

The past couple of weeks leading up to the New Year I have made small acts towards becoming more of a minimalist in my life. While part of the process has been decluttering areas of my home, there has been a freeing sensation when a once cluttered corner is now free of stale energy. Suddenly the energy can flow again. 

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For me minimalism isn’t about just the absence of objects. It is the absence of objects and ideas that I no longer want to give energy to or does not energize me. When this new energy is flowing, the processes of life become streamlined. The daily “I must do, I have to do” is given a smaller amount of my energy.

Instead I am more aware and more focused on life itself. The process will be ongoing, this I know. I am human and I have a tendency to gather clutter, to let things go a little here and a little there, to make a mess.

I will not create a to-do list or a schedule for myself for this process of achieving minimalism. The reason is because I know I will not stick to the schedule or the list. If I don’t stick to the schedule I will berate myself for it and it’s a waste of time to be so hard on oneself.

So, HOW will I achieve this minimalism? 

By intentionally clearing and cleaning. Taking a few cues from the Magical Art of Tidying Book… asking myself “Does this object bring me joy? Does it spark happiness? Is it still useful?”

And of course referring to images of a life I desire to cultivate for our home, for my business, and for myself. Mister Rogers always looked for ways to improve himself. That is my purpose. To be a better version of myself today than I was yesterday. This is NOT about achieving perfection (perfection is a MYTH!), but rather to become more truly and fully who I know I am at my core.

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In Which I Am Lady of the Autumn Meadows

Oh Autumn, my favorite season of all. Yesterday I ate my lunch under a large tree whose leaves were ablaze in fiery orange hues. The sun was setting, dusk was settling in. I was one very happy gal quietly enjoying a meal listening to the birds migrate south. How very lucky I felt to be there in that moment sitting amongst all the fallen Autumn leaves on this small little meadow.

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The location appears straight out of a storybook, perhaps one of L.M. Montgomery’s novels. I laid in the leaves, watched the light fade. Life is good.

The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
– To Autumn by William Blake

Adored Vintage | Autumn Vintage Inspired Outfit

Adored Vintage | Autumn Vintage Inspired Outfit

Outfit Details //
Cardigan: J.Crew
Lace Skirt: Melodies Before Dawn Skirt from Adored Vintage
Blouse: Thrifted
Hat: available at Adored Vintage soon!

Adored Vintage | Autumn Vintage Inspired Outfit

Adored Vintage | Autumn Vintage Inspired Outfit

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In Which I Time Traveled to 1912

Adored Vintage | A Day at the Coast

Last week a friend came to visit from Ohio and it was his first time in Oregon so naturally we took him to some of our favorite places. Brent had never been to the Oregon coast so my husband and I were anxious to show off Astoria and Cannon Beach.

I was particularly excited because I knew exactly what I was going to wear that day! I’ve had this 1910s (perhaps early 1920s) navy knit cardigan with the attached lace collar for months now and I just completed the mending about 2 weeks ago although it hasn’t been cold enough to wear it. The forecast called for rain, clouds, and fog and this antique sweater needed no invitation to accompany me to the coast on such a moody day.

Adored Vintage | A Day at the Coast
Adored Vintage | A Day at the Coast

I never tire of these grey skies. I love when the sky and sea are almost the same color and the horizon blurs in this hazy fog of silver. I adore this very much. I am hypnotized and transfixed watching the waves rush to shore with soft peals of white.

Adored Vintage | A Day at the Coast
Adored Vintage | A Day at the Coast

I found this delightful photo of a woman in an antique shop in Astoria called Astoria Hardware and I ended up chatting with the owner, Becky, who coincidentally follows me on Instagram! What a small world!

Adored Vintage | A Day at the Coast
Adored Vintage | A Day at the Coast

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Again I Am in A Field, This Time Wearing Taylor Stitch

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The other day my husband who owns the shop Orn Hansen asked if he wanted to go for a drive to see the sunset and consequently ALSO take pictures of a new denim jacket him and LC King Mfg are working on together. (Ha, there is a catch!)

I in turn asked him to take photos of me in my outfit because it was one of those days that I actually got dressed. (I am currently wearing black trousers with elastic waist and a ratty old grey tee. Disappointing, I KNOW.)

Outfit Details //

Top: Taylor Stitch Chambray shirt from Orn Hansen (I own many chambray shirts, they are an absolute must!)
Neckerchief: Fog Linen from Orn Hansen
Skirt: Vintage (borrowed from my shop, you can get it here)
Hat: Whisler Civilian from Orn Hansen
Belt: Vintage, thrifted
Handbag: Custom design from Portland leather maker One Man Made, a collaboration we did together with you guessed it, Orn Hansen.

Taylor Stitch + Vintage

Taylor Stitch + Vintage

So see, when I DO put in the effort to look presentable I must provide proof of my efforts if only to make myself not feel like such a slob on the days when I work from home and haven’t changed out of my nightgown all day.

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Isn’t this such a peaceful scene? The water was so still. We walked a little ways where this inlet meets the river and watched the sun set over the hills. Magical. Oh Oregon, I do adore you.

Taylor Stitch + Vintage

Taylor Stitch + Vintage

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The Anticipation of Autumn

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Last week invigorated by the cool morning air, we took a drive out to a small town just on the outskirts of Portland. It will not cease to amaze me the proximity of nature and sprawling farmlands that are so close to home. We randomly stopped into a town called Troutdale and parked the car and walked around a bit to enjoy a few early morning moments of cool air and watching the river run its course.

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Later on that day it would be in the high 90s and considering all the running around I did on this day, a wool skirt was a really ill choice as I didn’t get a chance to change until much later in the afternoon.

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Autumn to me has always signified change. I mean, that’s pretty OBVIOUS with all the leaves changing and all…but Autumn is when we prepare for the quiet Winter months. There is a stirring about Fall that I wish I could bottle up and drink in whenever I feel blue. And lately this week I’ve been feeling blue. The kind of blue where you know the source of it and the very thought of this source just grabs your gut and wrenches it about so carelessly. I’m feeling a bit numb to be quite honest and I sense my longing for these times to pass and for Fall to hurriedly sweep in and envelop me in her arms of amber, gold, and ocher.

Oh Mother Autumn, won’t you hold me close?

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Later on in the week my friends Kate and Peter came by the house and brought me home baked treats from the MYRTLEWOOD cookbook. There is a Kickstarter for it right now and I invite you to check it out. The two cakes they brought were so incredibly delicious and I had such a lovely time chatting the minutes away with this lovely couple! I cut up some slices and gave them to our new neighbors. Look at me being so old fashioned and neighborly!

Lately I am reading a lot more and currently enjoying The Many Lives and Secret Sorrows of Josephine B. by Sandra Gulland. It’s written as if you’re reading Josephine’s diary. You know a decade of research went into writing these novels? Can you imagine! I immensely enjoy the descriptions of Josephine getting ready for a party or some other social event. You know if I ever found a young woman’s diary depicting what clothes she wore, the fashions of the time, and even the fashion “rituals” of her era… I would probably crap my pants from excitement.

Maybe someone will someday find my diaries from when I was 13-15 who appreciates this archaic form of “fashion blogging”. Back then I actually took to ink and paper to scribble down what I wore to everyday. I should suss these out of storage, they would make for good cheering up material.

Although, there were a lot of sad things going on then too, and well, honestly, I’ve had enough of this mucky yucky crap sadness. Once this all blows over, I will be tirelessly working on getting back on the Happy Bus.

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