DO: something you’re scared of. Read More
One of our designers sent along these lovely photos from the Philadelphia flower show – if you’re in the area, check it out! I am off to Woodstock in a little bit for a nice relaxing weekend… can’t wait :) Read More
Our little zen garden has gotten me thinking a lot about crystals and stones, and their healing powers. It’s not something that I really know much about, but I’ve always found it fascinating. I love the idea that placing crystals around your body or in certain parts of the home can bring healing properties and positive energies. Read More
This weekend I was home alone, but it was kind of nice. I indulged in everything a girl loves indulging in; I was at one with my thoughts and drifted through the weekend like a light cloud. Read More
Since my last blogger diary, it’s rained, it’s snowed, I’ve taken sunny afternoon walks, visited museums – far too much to get straight into one (comprehensible) blog post. So instead, I thought I’d play a bit of “fill in the blank.” Read More
DO: Stay in touch
It’s funny how life events coincide around similar themes to get you thinking. I went back to my hometown for visit the other weekend and brought a good friend from Philly along. I got to see some old friends and spent quality time with family. The warmth I felt from seeing everyone made for a good weekend, and also coincided with the conversation my friend and I had had on the car ride up.
She was telling me about an article she read that summarized the top five life regrets people report on their deathbed – one of which was losing touch with friends. They wished that they hadn’t let themselves get so caught up in the day-to-day here and now, and instead, picked up the phone or written a letter once in a while. People who once really mattered got lost in the mix of life, but in the end what’s going to matter is who you’ve loved and who loves you back.
In the days following my visit my thoughts resonated on this article and my hometown visit. Some of my friends weren’t around when I was home, and I found myself wanting to give them a call. I’ve vowed to try and do better at staying in touch, so that I don’t let those people get away. Especially today, with all of our technology – smart phones and email – there’s no excuse to not take a little bit of time. Learn from what the dying have said and stay in touch. When you come to the end of your road, you don’t want to be looking back with the same regrets.
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Sunday the 22nd of January we went to Johnny Brenda’s – a charismatic bar, restaurant and music venue that has a strong presence mainly to do with the amount of awesome bands that sail through there, one being Twin Sister who we managed to catch up with while they sound checked and nibbled on Whiskey doughnuts. Read More
Writing a blogger diary every three weeks, sometimes it’s hard to pick just one thing to talk about. Life has been a whirlwind – a good one, but nonetheless – a whirlwind. Read More
Lately I have come across a few pretty stellar examples of “glamping.” This is not something I was familiar with until recently, but glamping is, basically, glamorous camping. Ideal for those who love the great outdoors, but don’t exactly love roughing it. I for one would definitely be down for some glamping – especially in either of these amazing spots.
Whitepod Resort, in the heart of the Swiss Alps, Switzerland
As you guys may have heard by now, we are opening our very first Free People store in Philadelphia this Friday! It is definitely a homecoming of sorts, as we open our doors on Walnut Street in Center City, not far from where the company began. You’ll hear much more about all the special touches we’re putting into the store over the next few days, but today Jemma, Naomi and I decided to take a field trip and head to some spots in the city that are nearest and dearest to our hearts, to shoot our own little Philly lookbook.
I knew right away what my location would be – the street where I grew up. A three story brick townhouse in the Fairmount neighborhood, walking distance from the Art Museum and just a few blocks from the stone walls of the penitentiary. A quiet, tree lined street, where the same construction truck still parks in the spot across from my old house, and marble steps climb up towards doors painted varying shades of blue, red and green.
It was a magical time in my childhood, full of block parties, neighborhood cleanups (when we’d all go out and rake leaves and clean up together), bike rides, scraped knees, and water ice from the park grocery across the street that has since closed its doors for good. Sometimes its nice to take a little trip down memory lane.
After wearing the wingtip boots today I became slightly attached.
Stay tuned for our photos, they’ll be up later this week!
Photos by Julia.