A Year In The Life

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I’m not really one for New Year’s resolutions, so you won’t be getting any lists like that here. But when a new year comes, how ever man made it is, you can’t really help but feel like it’s a fresh start, a marker of sorts, for acknowledging the past and looking to the future. This year for me has certainly been up and down, as all years are for everyone, really. I went through depression that felt like it would be the end of me. I had days of complete elation where I felt incredibly lucky to be alive. I learned from a dear friend that to be in a lasting relationship you must choose that person everyday and that sometimes is easy to forget. I met some of the most kind and beautiful people on this planet. I’ve learned new skills that I am proud to have and that I am much too hard on myself. I’ve had moments of feeling like the luckiest person in the world, surrounded by love and moments of hating myself so deeply I wasn’t sure if anyone in this world genuinely liked me. I’ve talked about my feelings and bottled them up. I’ve laid in bed all day watching netflix and got painfully sunburnt swimming in the warm and salty sea. I’ve yelled until it hurt. I’ve laughed until it hurt. I’ve lived the only way I know how. As I do, everyday, of every year.

There are big markers, good and bad, for every year. But years are also made up of small moments and details that weave in and out of the big ones that make up most of our lives. They say you can’t see the forest for the trees, but sometimes acknowledging those trees can help to see the forest for what it is. We are mean’t to do things with our life, but just existing and living is doing something too. It’s okay not to be the best or the worst and it’s okay to have no real plan at all. There is a system and societal structure to this life that can make us feel inadequate and exhausted, but realizing that a slow pace is still a pace, afterall, can be a relief like no other.

As always, thank you guys for being here. I didn’t post near as much as I did in previous years. I’ve written and deleted countless posts for the reason why, but in the end, it probably needs no explanation. I am here now, and that’s all that matters.

I love you all and you enrich my life by just stopping by here. I hope my words and images do the same for you.

pant suit: Zara via CS | Blouse: Anne Klein via CS | Jacket: Topshop | Socks c/o Tabbisocks | Shoes: Seychelles
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photos by Zach


The Ginger Files

Larkspur Vintage | The Ginger Filesredhairs

Many years ago my father bought me a book “The Roots of Desire” which was about the history and power of having red hair, in an effort to help me understand my natural red hair was something to take pride in rather than feel ashamed of. At the time, getting that book just annoyed me; I am and always have been a very independent thinker, and I hate when people presume my thoughts and feelings to be misguided and that maybe they need readjusting. And at that time I was also a teenager…so there’s that. I read bits of the book, but I never finished it and after one too many moves and owning way too much shit, I decided to get rid of the book as it was just collecting dust. Fast forward a few years, and I often think back to that book and all the pages I never read; some weird and fascinating shit was believed about redheads and that book covers a ton of it. It was only a few years ago that I started to really love my hair colour and take real pride in being “a ginger”. I’m not sure where the drastic change of heart came from – it’s likely growing older and adults just being actual decent human beings, rather than kids who pick out any one thing that makes you different and persecute you for it. I also think starting this blog and my instagram really helped me to accept and love my hair colour; all the kind things said began to negate any shitty or inappropriate things kids said to me when I was young. It was like I was started to unknow a truth I was convinced of for so long. The internet also lead me to other gingers who I learned took real pride in being red-haired and I started to feel this unspoken understanding and shared experience with them.


So, I want to know more about red hair, and I want to share that with others, especially red heads (but everyone too! inclusivity, bbs!), and especially young red heads who have been made fun of and made to feel shitty about something that is actually awesome (imho). So I’ve decided to put some posts together about red hair, the history, the myths and who knows what else. I know very little about red hair myself, so I’ll be learning and sharing as I go. I hope you guys are into this idea!

*photo by Gerald Larocque