Sea Of Shoes & Atlantis Home

I am loving the two new fashion blogs I have found — especially since one is ran by a daughter & the other is ran by her mother. Sea Of Shoes is Jane Aldridge’s personal style blog that focuses on the celebration of a good shoe. Atlantis Home is her mums blog where she covers all things fashionable including her own line “Atlantis Dry”. They are quite the style duo. What do you think?


Authentic Self

I threw on a big ole’ sweater, leggings, cheetah socks and Lita’s – I was ready for school. Class was going great & I was learning a ton. I’m all about participating in class, but I was interrupted mid-sentence by my Professor. He looked at my feet as he tilted his head – ‘HOW do you walk in those things?’ he said. ‘Well..” I said, ‘I just do.‘ (Bravo on the reply, dumbass.)

Before I knew it the entire class was staring my shoes down. If I knew how to I’m sure I would have felt really awkward. I’m not sure if they were loving, hating, judging, or trying to understand. Either way, I wasn’t quite sure how to react. In a last attempt to explain I said ‘Well, they are boots, so you have ankle support….’  They still didn’t get it.

‘Those are not boots! Those are Pee Wee Herman shoes!” Before I knew it Professor LaPlante jumped onto his desk & danced across it on his toes. Aaaand it was hilarious. Matthew LaPlante is an official badass, if you weren’t already aware.

I may not know how to write flawlessly in AP Style but I can probably run faster then some people in my Litas. It won’t take me anywhere in life other then the front of a line at the mall, but if I’m going to fail I’m going to do it in style with a huge ass grin on my face. It feels good to be different when society pushes us all to be the same.

Cheers to stepping out in nothing but my authentic self today. Logan, meet Lita – Lita, meet Logan. We will meet again.


Run With It

I’ve never been scared to run. Running laps for hours or up hills with a teammate on my back was life, the norm… It was easy. Or you could say much easier then it is now. Soccer really made me think I was going to be fine all my life, that I wouldn’t ever struggle to go for a jog, I guess I thought I was a perma-athlete. Funny right. What, did I think my metablisom would kick ass forever? I never imagined my muscles disappearing, my abs getting weaker, or my arms being anything but toned. But here I am today pushing myself out the door to go on a run for the first time in months. I’ve been wanting to go so badly but I finally realized the only reason I haven’t yet is because I’m scared. I am scared to fail. The possibility of making it down the street and having to slow down or even worse, stop, scares the shit out of me… Because I’ve never known how that feels. That seems wrong to me, but it is what it is, and the only way to let go of that fear is embrace it for what it is and work to overcome it. So I’m in my muddy tennis shoes and underarmour ready to take the first step to self discovery and maybe my old body (inside and out). Its dumping outside but I think it’s beautiful. I’m doing my best to look on the bright side, maybe the rain will clean my muddy shoes so I wont have to?… Not too sure if that’s a rational thought but it makes me feel better so I’m going to run with it. Wish me luck dolls. Ps Let’s pretend I’m the girl running with the cheetah, she’s amazing. Just close your eyes and imagine me except now I’m African and have long luscious hair and I’m pure muscle. My ass cheeks defy gravity just like hers. Wouldn’t that be AWESOME??