An (Un)Belief in Happy Accidents

Oui We A Color Story

A dandelion rose:

Under the spell of a 5 a.m. full moon and

a blur that comes an hour and 57 minutes of clock ticking time later she woke, again.  

She lived each night begging for a coaxing by the sun, 

swaying from luring with syrup yellow and lucidly driving thorns into story covered fingers all the same.

I'm not so sure that I should call this post a travel post. Perhaps traveling back in time a little bit. I used to spend my nights, sometimes days anxiously scribbling, typing, brain dumping the ideas that came slamming through my mind. 

I never considered myself a writer, and when I became one a good warm up was to let these mind wanderings take shape as little stories. The words I create need the imagery, the imagery needs the words, I'm never quite sure which inspires the other.

In the present, on this particular day Ben and I wandered for an afternoon at the Botanical Gardens. I sipped rosé, and lingered below the sun flair. Snapping photos in a harsh light, creating happy little accidents. 

He by the way, is the happiest accident I can ever imagine. 

Last night over drinks with a cousin I haven't seen since in a while, I talked about how Ben and I met. I told the story, but the part I left out was when I glanced across a room, his eyes catching mine. I left out how I knew that moment was never an accident at all.

I haven't looked away from Ben since, the prickly rose thorn of a girl I could be before him took flight like the seed puff on a dandelion.

p.s. I think sometimes I'll come back to sharing these little mind wandering stories like I used to. It feels good to me, so maybe you too?

p.p.s. I love you guys forever for reading. And those that were reading those stories summers ago, when all I could do was drink wine and wander off to the next little adventure, I'm so glad you're still here.


By the way, Nashville darlings: if you want to experience your own Springtime spell go visit Cheekwood Estate & Gardens.

By the numbers there's 103,100 tulips, 20,000 + daffodils, and the same number of violets and pansies. There's a beer garden and space to picnic and I'm grateful for the ushering in of Spring feels those bloom create.  

In this post I'm wearing Nars Velvet Matte Pencil in Famous Red.

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