MY LOVE LETTER TO MY READERS: BLOG BIRTHDAY
American Apparel pants & bag, H&M coatigan (similar Riller & Fount), Brandy tee (similar A.Wang, Club Monaco, Madewell), Converse (similar Superga)
Dear, Readers:
It's that time of year again - let us welcome the onslaught of generic slogans, spiced scents, sugar-induced food babies, and irrational cheer - all of which I happen to be a big fan of. For this very reason, I am so glad that my blog birthday also happens to fall upon Thanksgiving Day (not only because it makes it easier to remember). And as I have expressed in the past, the thanks and gratitude I have for you all and the past two years of blogging are too seldom iterated - yet really voicing how blessed I continually feel would risk a loss of sincerity. But thank you all, nevertheless, for a beautiful 17531 hours (more or less) of High-Stitched Voice's existence.
The largeness of the number of hours has become somewhat incomprehensible for me beyond a certain point, but I think that just goes to show how incomprehensible the experience of just being able to interact with you all and express myself through certain outlets for two whole years has been. I hope that fall and its changing colors can do a better way of thanking you through these photos than I can convey through words (alternatively, you can look at the giddy first photo of the post - think of it as my face when y'all are on my mind).
As with all things (here I am making another generic, overused statement), blogging has had its ups and downs with me this past year (something I mentioned a couple of months ago). Despite the occasional blip, I do need to keep myself in check and remember that ultimately, I am happy writing and creating, and if this isn't going where I envision it to be going, then all I need to do is rethink it. It's been a helluva ride, loves. Thank you, again, for sticking with me. I can only hope for more hours, more creating, and more loving.
In the meantime, I am writing this from San Francisco, as I'm spending Thanksgiving break with my big brother (he's the closest family I have nearby). I am eating (as per usual), exploring the pretty city, and capturing it through my lens. You can keep up to date with my foodie excursions & such on Instagram here.
Happy Holidays!
So, so, so much love, S
P.S. Oh, and yes, I am wearing yet again one of my uniformly comfy, mindless ensembles.
Dear, Readers:
It's that time of year again - let us welcome the onslaught of generic slogans, spiced scents, sugar-induced food babies, and irrational cheer - all of which I happen to be a big fan of. For this very reason, I am so glad that my blog birthday also happens to fall upon Thanksgiving Day (not only because it makes it easier to remember). And as I have expressed in the past, the thanks and gratitude I have for you all and the past two years of blogging are too seldom iterated - yet really voicing how blessed I continually feel would risk a loss of sincerity. But thank you all, nevertheless, for a beautiful 17531 hours (more or less) of High-Stitched Voice's existence.
The largeness of the number of hours has become somewhat incomprehensible for me beyond a certain point, but I think that just goes to show how incomprehensible the experience of just being able to interact with you all and express myself through certain outlets for two whole years has been. I hope that fall and its changing colors can do a better way of thanking you through these photos than I can convey through words (alternatively, you can look at the giddy first photo of the post - think of it as my face when y'all are on my mind).
As with all things (here I am making another generic, overused statement), blogging has had its ups and downs with me this past year (something I mentioned a couple of months ago). Despite the occasional blip, I do need to keep myself in check and remember that ultimately, I am happy writing and creating, and if this isn't going where I envision it to be going, then all I need to do is rethink it. It's been a helluva ride, loves. Thank you, again, for sticking with me. I can only hope for more hours, more creating, and more loving.
In the meantime, I am writing this from San Francisco, as I'm spending Thanksgiving break with my big brother (he's the closest family I have nearby). I am eating (as per usual), exploring the pretty city, and capturing it through my lens. You can keep up to date with my foodie excursions & such on Instagram here.
Happy Holidays!
So, so, so much love, S
P.S. Oh, and yes, I am wearing yet again one of my uniformly comfy, mindless ensembles.
