inspired by story one My grandparents' house is filled with photographs of loved ones. There are both snapshots and formal portraits and I love to wander through the house, each floorboard creaking with love, looking at familiar faces and the faces of people that I've never met but feel like I have through the stories. I don't think I can adequately express how much my family means to me. They are my life, my everything. And I may only be sixteen years old, but I so look forward to the day that I start my own little family and pass on the stories as they were told to me.
story two This is the ugly sweater that grew on me. I saw it hanging on the rack and felt sorry for it and rescued it from a thrift shop for a dollar fifty. Instead of "thrifted" clothes, my mom and I decided to start calling them "rescued" clothes...because who else is going to take the clothes home and love them? (sometimes we're silly and sentimental like that)
story three As the summer drew to a close, I shared a little room in a house by the beach with my two older sisters for a week. The ceiling was sloped and the windows adorned with homemade red checkered curtains and I slept on a cot in the center of the room, with my sisters on either side of me. I walked to the beach barefoot on the little path, the dusty pebbles warm on the soles of my feet and my towel slung across my shoulder. If I try hard, I can still smell the clean fresh ocean air and taste the salt on my tongue. We ate nearly every meal outside, crammed around a too-small table, and while there may have been a shortage of space, there certainly wasn't a shortage of laughing and memory-making.
story four I thrive on simple dinners of soup and salad and bread eaten with friends around a cozy kitchen table. Community and the bonds that are made over meals is what life is truly about. It's funny how much of a difference some vegetables and chicken stock simmered on a stove and the company of good people make.
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you are a gem. and this makes me happy. I can't wait for the day when we are able to sit down over a table with some soup and homemade bread (we can try to make it and laugh at the flour that won't stay in the bowl) and laugh into the wee hours of the morning. xo
ReplyDeleteI love these stories. I think it's so important to write down the things you remember, and cherish, because we can't always remember everything. I love story-keeping. (and it makes me smile that I inspired them)
ReplyDeleteI really love the beautiful simplicity of this, Carlotta. :)
ReplyDeletey u so cool.
ReplyDeleteone: I saw that photo on...facebook maybe? twitter? I don't remember where exactly. I love it.
two: you pull it off. I love that color. you are adorable. TOTES ADORBS.
three: thank you for explaining the sloped roof because that was really messing with my head. ;) ah I want to go back to europe.
four: yum. that's all.
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This is perfect.
ReplyDeleteI love the simplicity!
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ReplyDeleteThis post is perfection, Carlotta. Beautiful as always!
ReplyDeleteyou're a pure diamond in a coal mine. you're a girl no one can find anymore. you're amazing, incredible, who knows how many words can express your photography! you have a passion and talent with words. you have a great sweater (i'm serious). you have the awesomest personality. you're blog fills me with tears. you have a great story. you are an amazing girl. you're saved by Jesus Christ the LORD.
ReplyDeletethis is simplicity written in five-star words. i love your words. i love your photos. thank-you for writing this. it filled me with beautiful, indescribable words.
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Ah I love this! Such a great idea. These photos are all so gorgeous. xx | Natalia. p.s. have I ever mentioned how jealous I am of your bangs and all?
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of a few simple stories. I mean, that's what photos harbor, right? I also like how you call thrifted clothes "rescued clothes". I might just start calling mine that, if you don't mind. :)
ReplyDeletebeautiful. i love this idea. and your description of the beach, and family -- it is so full of emotion and beauty that it makes me feel so full of warmth. your writing is exquisite.
ReplyDeleteaww, I love this! so warm and cozy and happy. :)
ReplyDeletelove this, carlotta! tomato soup & enchiladas are one if my favorites. love the simplicity you strive for in life, and that of which you put through your photos-- just lovely. :) xo
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DeleteThis is such a special and beautiful way to remember all the memories hidden in a few photographs...don't mind if I try this sometime myself :)
ReplyDeleteLol everyone is getting tired of your blog because each time you promise to be real you revert to your fake mylifeisperfect way.
ReplyDelete^ This.
Delete1) I could gaze at the photographs in my grandparents' home for hours. 2) Your 'ugly' sweater is growing on me, very quickly. 3) Could I possibly buy a transportation device to travel to this beach house? And 4) YUM.
ReplyDeleteLook at you pretty lady + third shot is mysterious goodness! xox
ReplyDeleteThis is a timeless post! So filled with good memories and cutie goodness. I like it. :)
ReplyDeleteLoving number three. These are wonderful, good memories. xoxo.
ReplyDeleteAh, I swoon. You are so adorable, and only you could pull that rescued sweater off.
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I was actually thinking that sweater must have been expensive on a brand new sale rack...you wear it well! I love this cozy sentimental feel. Your words never cease to make me thankful for the everyday...the little things...the miracles that a fast paced world wants us to ignore.
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All these little stories make me smile. And you're definitely rocking that sweater, girly. :)
ReplyDeletethat quesadilla makes me hungry
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