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My great mistake, the fault for which I can't forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality // Oscar Wilde

Tag: visits

// Nashville, a 12-hour affair.

After much deliberation, coaxing, and begging (really, it didn’t require any of that), I took a short trip up to Nashville to visit Allison, Roger, and their pups, Luna & Bermuda. So what does one do when only visiting a city for 12 hours? As much as you can, of course.

We started off with mandatory caffeination–Barista Parlor was closest, so that hit the spot! Next up, the collaboration between pop-up ramen shop Otaku South and Hattie B’s Hot Chicken. And it was. Amazing. Perfect noodles, crunchy and spicy chicken, all floating in a well-seasoned broth. It should also be mentioned that even though I ordered the “hot” bowl, it wasn’t so hot that you could not enjoy the meal. The spices on the chicken were mild enough to enhance the sweetness of the batter, leaving your mouth prickling and excited for more.

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I finally got to meet the friends I’ve heard so much about! Mallory was a sweetheart and Nicole (Monday Mint) & Kelly were so fun! Post-dinner, we went to the Grassy Knoll Movie Night to see Easy Rider. Was anyone else kind of completely disturbed by this movie? I mean, initially, you’re just really confused about why you’ve been watching absolutely nothing happen for 45 minutes. Then, there’s young Jack Nicholson. THEN spoiler, everyone’s dead. BAM. Also, can we just talk for a second about this AMAZING vintage blanket Allison scored at a yard sale recently?

DSC_0023 DSC_0027 DSC_0033 DSC_0035 DSC_0040We finished off the evening with a girl’s trip to The Patterson House, where I ventured from my usual favorite cocktail, the Blinker, and tried the Hungarian Like the Wolf. I was not disappointed. In fact, one drink in, and I could feel it. So yes, those $12 cocktails are worth it. Luckily, Roger was kind enough to be our chauffeur/DD, so Allison and I weren’t stranded.

Partially because the next day required a super-early trip home and partially because Allison and I always have a habit of waking up obscenely early, we got up at 6:30 am to visit Crema and get some photos around the city. Photos of food, cappuccinos, and what to wear to feel like you’re still in pajamas (yet looking chic) are coming soon.

 

// last visits & sundries.

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It did not disappoint. We ate one cronut immediately (obviously) and it’s crunchy outside, slightly sweet frosting on top, and gooey cream and blackberry jelly had us in a sugar high mere minutes after purchase. We saved the second cronuts for the afternoon, and I must say, those were even better. The light, flaky croissant layers had a few hours (while we napped) to soak up all of the inner goodness.

My last two days were spent packing up my room, ordering-in, and boarding a plane back to Alabama. I’m spending August visiting friends and family and enjoying the slower pace.

Outfit details // Gap Boyfriend fit jeans // Tommy Hilfiger t shirt // Sam Edelman Petty boots // thrifted hat & watch