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Greatest of All Time | Ireland Day 3: Killarney to Doolin

















On our third morning in Ireland, we woke up at Hotel Europe -- one of truly the most luxurious, romantic, and beautiful hotels and locations I've ever been to --, gave their horses a quick pet, and headed out on our winding road to Doolin. 

No joke, the day we spent on the Dingle Peninsula holding baby lambs and chasing goats was probably my favorite moment of the whole trip. I'm hoping one day I'll get to own sheer and goats and I'll look back laughing at how I gave a guy five euro to cuddle this white lamby baby. The best thing was that we totally had matching outfits. This wrap sweater was purchased super last minute {and on super sale!} right before we left and I'm so glad I got to look like this nugget's mama.

Where we stayed: The Europe Hotel & Resort
What we drove: The Wild Atlantic Way and the Conor Pass
Where we stopped:




Anthropologie Sweater {sold out} | Similar from ASOS here
Kate Spade Glitter Sunglasses {outlet only} | Similar here

XO,
Annika

all black everything


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When we were in Ireland, especially in Dublin, one trend we kept seeing on young, cool, interesting women was an all black ensemble finished off with super-opaque tights and casual shoes like vans, converse, or doc martens. I wish we had taken photos of these girls because while it was abundant, this look felt fresh... the kind of IDGAF look that was somehow both sexy, work-appropriate, and still comfortable.

When we got back, I couldn't wait to try out this style for myself. Check me styling this moodboard in two days when my Amazon package arrives.

XO,
Annika

Emerald Isle | Ireland Day 2: Kilkenny to Killarney


About a month ago, Alex and I decided to book a trip to Ireland. It has been on our list for years, and when a two-week window opened in his work and travel schedule, we bit the bullet, drained our frequent flyer miles, and picked out a string of unique and luxury hotels for a six night jaunt on the Emerald Isle.

For a while, there bad been a lot of discussion about when to take a trip. My fear was that if we booked something too far out, I might be pregnant, barring me from travel. It's a weird form of hope -- imagining cancelling a trip because by the time it rolled around, I'd be with child, or to plan to not be trying, so I won't feel the anxiety of being away from my home and my doctor during such a critical time. You can see how maddening of a cycle this can become. 

So that why, when a trip was made possible within the same month of booking it, I absolutely jumped at the chance. It was an opportunity not only to go on vacation, but to take a break from the counting, the testing, the scheduling, the apps, the waiting. So, anyway, off to Ireland we went. And, it was fucking epic.

I'll share some outfits and thoughts about the trip in a series of posts, for for now, I'll say this: taking time to do something just for fun, just for us as a couple, was honestly transformative. It seems trite -- especially coming from someone who works in the treat-yourself/self-love/self-care space -- but taking time away from work and fertility stress was, well, in a word: necessary.

He were are on what turned out to be our only gloomy day, at the Rock of Cashel.







Where we stayed: Kilkenny Inn -- it was cozy and convenient to town, but nothing fancy!
What we drove: Ring of Kerry
Where we stopped:

  • Rock of Cashel
  • Kinsale -- Lunch at Dino's Cafe, and Tea for take away at Poet's Corner
  • Kenmare -- such a cute and colorful town, got more tea at a little ice cream place







XO,
Annika




Rocky Road to Dublin | Ireland Day 1: Dublin to Killkenny




Where we stayed: Red eye flight from Boston into Dublin!
What we drove: Sally Gap through country Wicklow
Where we stopped:









Where we stayed: Red eye flight from Boston into Dublin!
What we drove: Sally Gap through country Wicklow
Where we stopped:


XO,
Annika

Get Obsessed


Get obsessed, totally obsessed.
There's no use just liking what you do.
Get obsessed with it.
- Mario Testino







 

That's me. That's how I am. Obsessed When it comes to anything -- my work, my interests, my relationships -- I take it to the highest level. I can't just have an etsy side hustle; I had to expand it all the way out to a full time job that keeps me up until 3am most nights. I can't just have friends over for dinner and a movie; its gotta be a full-blown themed affair with special cutlery and dessert buffet. I couldn't just date a guy in college; I made him move with me across the country four months after we met.

And that's how I feel about Twilight. That's why I'm wearing this Kristen Stewart tee shirt while walking Bucket in the park.

I used to be ashamed of the things I love. When I purchased Twilight in the bookstore, I blushed as I passed the volume to the clerk. “This is embarrassing.”

“You should be proud of what you read,” he retorted. 

At the time I took that to mean read something different. Now I understand what maybe even he didn’t mean to say: be proud. Get excited. Become obsessed. 

With or without his permission, I did just that. 

I’ve always had an obsessive personality. When I love something, I go all the way in, I research every facet, memorize every line. I’ve felt that way about a lot of things — *NSYNC, fundamentalist Mormonism {yeah, that was a weird thing to want to know everything single thing about}, fashion design — but when Twilight came into my life, it was like I was struck by lightning. I was electrified. And I was forever changed. 

It's hard to pinpoint what exactly spoke to me about this series, but now, more than a decade on from my first contact with the saga, I can confidently say that I am more enamored than ever. 

Twilight saw me through an exceptionally challenging and competitive semester in college. My late night binge-and-sew routine was created and honed during the winter of my junior year. I lived alone, and Edward and Bella were my company as I toiled away on princess seams, wool coat lapels, and draped raw silk. 

I'm also pretty sure I almost failed junior year pattern drafting because I was hitting refresh on my iPhone 3G under the cutting table trying to catch the morning updates on NMM.org. newmoonmovie.org -- which still seems to exist in some iteration -- was the vessel that held my obsession, it was a magical playground where I met some of my very favorite people, humans I have travelled with, called crying, and relied on both to bounce my twi-citement off of, but also cope with real life events.

I wish I would describe NMM.org and 2009 it with the fervor it deserves, but let me just say that I honestly lived for their daily blog posts. The mods were celebrities unto them selves. A new post would cause my vision to tunnel as I reached almost blackout-levels of excitement. The comments section blossomed with nesting conversations that were taken off-site to twitter accounts masked still with our disqus monikers. And soon, through private messages organized in hootsuite, my Twilight BFF became my "wife," a new echelon of friendship I had never previously unlocked. Updates on everything from movie stills, extended trailers (#teamnovids, anyone?), to paparazzi pix of Kristen and Rob kissing on the streets of Los Angeles (I was with my wife-sten at the time and we both FLIPPED out) lent punctuation to my stressful college days, and gave me something to look forward to. 

Especially after a particularly crushing breakup during the summer before my senior year, Twilight was a life raft. It was always there for me. It never changed or surprised me. Twilight itself, and even more so, my fellow fans, filled me with so much joy. Which is why, when I said to my therapist recently, "the only thing that brings me joy right now is Twilight. I can't make myself stop watching it," she replied with "if it makes you happy, why would you want to stop doing it?"

The last two years of my life have been a particularly rocky season. Faced with pregnancy loss, infertility, a stressful (but amazing) career, an interstate move, the challenges of living without a partner 50% of the time, along with the highs that come on the flipside of all those coins -- a new home, the joy of starting a family, personal freedom, a life full of travel -- it's be nice to sink back into my constant... something that was waiting for me even during the months and years I didn't love it like I do, something that still continues to develop, to bring me closer to old friends and helps me make new ones, something that has always wrapped me in comfort and delighted me with beauty: The Twilight Saga.

So, whatever it is that you love. Get obsessed. And don't let anyone stop you.


J Crew Blazer -- currently on sale!


XO,
Annika

Mirror Selfies

I recognize that mirror selfies are the lowest form of blogging, but I guess that's where I'm at now. There was a time in my life where I literally put up a post everyday -- even weekends! -- of me wearing a cute outfit. That time has passed... But people on instagram seem to love seeing my wear basically the same outfit everyday, so I thought I'd share them here too.








 





 




















I hope you enjoyed that tour of my recent looks. As you can see, I repeat a lot of items, and I'm loving some high rise jeans right now. I still feel like I'm able to get excited about my outfits and dress interestingly even when it is essentially the same elements and overall silhouette. However, I am still looking forward to Spring and wearing dresses!

XO,
Annika

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