I went thrifting a month ago…while looking around I locked eyes with this beautiful lace blouse. What caught my eyes was how delicate it looked…It was a seventies blouse so of course I had to have it 
Although I’m an eighties kid, My first recollection of the world around me was pretty much in the nineties….so, in a way I’m a nineties kid *I digress* but this seventies blouse reminded me of my childhood. Innocence,laughter, my dad telling stories about his mom whom I never met. As a Kid, I would listen attentively to the comforting voice of my mom as she read the bible aloud. I was a dreamer, I had Imaginary friends, I spoke to my toys and imagined they spoke back to me and I shared my daily adventures with them.
I shed a few tears that day. I missed my childhood, I wished I had savored the moment while it lasted.
I believed in impossibilities and I still do but something happens to you when you become an adult and the veil of childhood falls off and you see the world for what it really is….. for the first time.
Notwithstanding, I have promised myself to become a kid at heart. Believing the ridiculous, forgiving the unforgivable, loving the most unworthy and listening and observing the world in wonder as I once did as a child.
Jewelry: Forever 21 and Mom
Shoes: Charlotte Russe
Skirt: Dillards
Blouse : Thrift Store
