Tuesday, July 28, 2015

being a real girl

Growing up is delicate process. Growing up teaches lots of important things. Growing up is beautiful and Neverland isn't real but it took me a long time to realize that. As I child, I had an irrational fear of numbers higher than eleven. I never wanted to be a pimply teenager or overworked soccer mom. Instead, I longed to freeze my chicken-legged seven year old body in a state of constant eggo waffles and hide and seek tag. Boy did I have the million dollar idea.

I started Bits and Little Pieces in the same summer that I started college. Remember what I said about growing up? Since then, I've done a good ammount of it. Part of this was due to my blog. It allowed me blossom. It made me into the Maddie that I am now. Like most twenty-year-olds, change has been the biggest constant in the past two years of my life. Lately, I've made a lot of changes. Different things have become important to me. Different things have challenged me. I got a tattoo. I started living a more purposeful life. I made choices based on what I believed to be true about the world. I have become less afraid of what others think and more afraid of what I am doing with my life.

But you know what? None of that actually matters.

I used to feel an invisible, yet constant, tug on my body. It pulled me. It whispered in my ears. Sometimes I would give in, stopping to listen to its harsh voice. The voice told me to keep pushing, to be better, to not feel, because working and pressure and perfection are what have become of the world. Recently, I stepped on that voice with bare feet and a wild look in my eyes. I realized that what happens isn't worth worrying about, because guess what: there's nothing you can do to change it. God weaves a million intricate patterns into the stories that become our lives. Who am I to tell the master creator that he has made a mistake? I would be a fool.

So what is all this?

growing up
weaving blankets

I have this inside joke (with myself) about growing older. I call it "being real girl". Here's the idea: one day I wake up a changed person. I suddenly know all the things that grownups know and do all the things that grown ups do. I am free to make important choices and am not at all sick anymore. As I am writing this, I laugh to myself. Thinking about it, being a real girl seems like the opposite of real. I have decided to stop plotting out my life, spending hour upon hour peeking through the keyhole at the master creator weaving my tapestry. I will not give him advice on the colors or suggest patterns or request a beaded trim. The only thing I know for certain is that it will be beautiful. I am perfectly okay with that.

My most creative self emerges without guidelines. My most creative self is not a bit or little piece. My blanket is becoming more worn, more beautiful, and more complete with each passing day. Now, I am a real girl. I always have been.

Maybe my blog will become a place to write more nonsense or jokes or recipies. I want this space to be free in expressing the things that I love and believe. I am chosing to be a real girl.

No rules.


top: Urban Outfitters (get it fast!)
shorts: Urban Outfitters, similar here
bracelet: The Purple Fern 

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

making time

How in the world can time possibly be made. Really think about it. There's no recipie or formula or secret ingredient, yet we are told to do it. 


For me, it's been an accuired skill. Lately, I've been working to make time for what makes me happy. This is one of the hardest things. In a world of constant moving and rushing, I really need to find quiet and peace. I love surrounding myself with people, but I also love being alone.

Think back on the times when you are most creative and free. When does you mind wander? When do you think of the ideas worthy of writing down and remembering? For me, it's when I'm outside, running. I want that time. I NEED that time. Sometimes, I forget how to make it.

Make a list. Peg it to a wall that you face as you are sleeping. Take a second to write that daily reminder, your recipie for making time.

These photos are shot in the spot that I run through every day. Wearing this flowy dress and being in my creative space was inspiring. Do more of that for yourself.


*the dress is sold out, but check these swing style, retro inspired pieces herehere, and here 

click on the picture below for a little extra inspiration

Friday, July 17, 2015

17th of july


I've been on a bit of an American kick lately. This probably isn't the best place to talk about politics, but amidst all the recent arguments and controversies, I can't help but be thankful for just how FREE we are. Needless to say, these shorts came in the mail at just the right time. Recently, I've worn them for walks downtown, hot summer nights, and lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant. Thank you Krass and Co for my new summertime staple: I can't think of anything more perfect to wear during the month of July! The 4th might have been two weeks ago, but why not make the 17th an occasion?


P.S. I just bought a Canon t5i and have been playing with photoshop and lightroom. Share your secrets with me, because I'm a teensy bit lost. 

Have a LOVELY week.

shorts// top (courtesy of my sister)// sandals// vintage bag//