Fashionista Finds – Jenni Kayne D’Orsay Flats & TokyoMilk Dark Cosmetics
More than ever, I’ve been toying with the idea of moving to a desolately isolated area in the middle of nowhere (translation: secluded house looking out onto a large body of water).
At first, the thought of sustaining completely outside of civilization scared me. Would I get cabin fever? Would access to supplies be limited due to my undying pedestrian tendencies? Could I handle being further from my family (let alone in the woods, or on a vast stretch of land)?
Then I really thought about it. I thought about the connection to nature, the additional room, the unwound headspace. The silence. The simplicity. The potential for great creativity and homemade wonders. The opportunity to really create a life from scratch. Get a little rustic, a little more hippie. Live in a cozy space where you make things with your hands, hitting the hay each night drunk with fresh air exhaustion.
People always peg me as a city girl. While this isn’t entirely off, it also isn’t spot on. I like a bit of a blend; the balance of witnessing the mad pace of the world from the satisfying comfort of my slower speed. I hate to rush, and I hate to force.
The beauty of the internet, is that I rarely ever feel like I’m missing out. I feel connected to every idea, every project, every modern day concept and progression. Place me anywhere with wifi, a camera, and my laptop, and I’m happy as a clam (and able to work). So why wouldn’t I indulge my lust for swimming in a lake (or better yet, ocean) every morning? Why wouldn’t I indulge keeping a home and filling it up with newborn smiles? Why wouldn’t I sit by the fireplace and watch the world go by a little slower on a day to day?
So whose missing out – the city girl who gives up everything to be closer (to things she might not even really want), or the girl who revisits her childhood and recreates magic by her own standards (this may be something of a “chicken or the egg” equation…)? Maybe the two need to work hand in hand… experience one to appreciate the other – my biased opinion is not meant to be judgmental.
Would you make a dramatic lifestyle move? If so, where would you go (and what would you do!)? I think I could handle a lake house like Love Maegan, or just move to a serene part of France with my six kids like Design Mom… Bleubird blog has the young hippy aesthetic/feel I’m looking for, while Mimi Thorisson remains my food-making mantra. Can I combine all these amazing women’s lifestyles into my own?
P.S. How cool is the TokyoMilk packaging from their Femme Fatale line?