I wrote this post probably sometime in 2017 – and then finally "published" it to my password-protected blog in 2019. I've been writing on that little secret blog for three years now. There are three years of posts filled with stories of trials, joys, frustrations, gifts, love, all of it. But as I'm turning 30 I figured it might be time to start to share some of those thoughts, some of those processes, some of those musings. I'm so inspired by creative friends from both my PA and MA homes. Friends who share their hearts openly, their creative processes, their style, their talents. It has encouraged me to also share – to put out the things I think about, dwell on and process through out into this big, crazy world. So here we are, and welcome back. Publicly this time. I hope you'll enjoy some of these archives and also any future ramblings! I’ve written this intro post a gazillion times before. I’ve posted and hidden blog posts equally as many times. I’ve promised myself I would do this one day—maybe when I have a better kitchen, maybe when I teach myself film photography, maybe when I have babies, maybe when there is better lighting, or when I’m more confident. But guess what? There’s no time like the present + that is terribly cliché, but it’s also just the dang truth. Sometimes life throws you curve balls + it ends up being exactly what you need in order to say you know what? Who cares if this isn’t perfect? Who cares if I don’t know what my voice is yet? Who cares if this doesn’t match the same formula of every other successful mom or fashion blogger?
I’m learning slowly that I have a voice—a unique one. I don’t have to have the same posts as other bloggers—I don’t have to have the same circle of friends, I don’t have to have an abundance of Instagram followers, I don’t have to live in San Diego and drink decaf honey lattes every morning. I can live on a farm and still love ruffles. I can work at a normal job + still dream big dreams. I can live in Pennsylvania + still love fashion. You don’t have to be "the best" and at the top of your game in order to be worthy. You just have to choose to love yourself where you’re at, and you have to choose to start right there, right where you’re planted. So, cheers to the birth of this blog–and cheers to ruffles, minimalism and soybeans. Because I love ALL of those things. I love my feminine, ruffled Isabel Marant shirts. I love minimalism and simplicity in interiors and design, but I also love maximalism in textiles, fabrics and patterns. I love the creatives who live and work and breathe New York City—I was one of them for six years and that will forever live in my bones and my body—but I also love coming home to a cornfield and a backyard full of angus every night. That’s all ok. It’s also okay if this isn’t my story forever, it’s okay to change and evolve and to allow yourself the grace and space to grow. It’s important to build community + share your love and your voice with others. So, welcome:) I’m both overjoyed and terrified to meet you where I’m at and share my loves, my inspirations + stories with you. xx, Ash You will go out in joy + be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you + all the trees of the field will clap their hands. ISAIAH 55:12
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Welcome to Daughters. This is a blog born out of the desire to lay into figuring out what it means to be both a woman and a daughter in this big, beautiful world. It's a platform for processing, for discovery, and sharing, and creativity, and curiosity, learning, making, breaking down and loving.
It's a space created to share adventures, thrifted finds, rock and shell collections, photobooth strips, memories, poems, things that make us laugh, things that make us cry, recipes, favorite movies, good new music, bad old music and musings. Thanks for hangin' out here. X O X O Ash |