Something Monumental blogs about H in the H

I already think about Indy and all the people (and food!) I miss there pretty much everyday. That's why it was such a lovely surprise this morning to see via Twitter that the lovely Mandy Crandell (@MandyCrandell) had written a blog post about the H in the H farewell bash, at which she took what are now some of my most cherished photos. Click around! You might see yourself.

While you're on her site, Something Monumental, check out her rad jewelry. I'm the very fortunate owner of a custom Something Monumental piece, a necklace representing the two cities in which my heart resides. (see below)

Mandy, if you're reading this, I wear that darn necklace a lot, in fact I wear it with things it doesn't even really go with. It makes me happy to run my fingers over the shape of the states I love. It's a tactile reminder of the great memories I have in both.

But enough of that mush.
Moral(s) of the story: Mandy is rad. Buy her stuff. Hire her to photograph your next event.

I never thought I'd love another hatter...

Anyone who reads this blog with any kind of regularity knows that I adore Emily Clark of Emilliner. Always have. Always will.

But recently a Detroit fashion blogger who's graciously taken me under her wing (you know who you are!) directed me toward Pooka Queen, a former Detroit milliner who has relocated to greener pastures in Los Angeles. No one blames you for wanting to make a living, dear heart.

But I wanted to be sure and share this with anyone who still visits this blog from time to time. Pooka Queen is a veritable master with wool felt, folding it into simple, yet exceedingly pleasing vintage-look toppers.

On another note, I was recently told by one of my faves, "I love you but can you post to your damn blog already?"

It's easy to make excuses about being turbo busy at work (because I am) but really I haven't posted because I'm kinda scared y'all don't love me anymore. And also because I wanted to have something fashion-related to post about.

A brief overview of my first two months in Detroit: I wake up early and drive down Woodward (to put myself in the Detroit state of mind) to the Max M. Fisher Music Center in Midtown. I walk through the stage door to the sounds of world-class musicians warming up, and sometimes I wander down to the concert hall to listen to rehearsal. I count myself lucky because not everyone has a living, breathing, instrument-playing reminder of why they're doing what they're doing or why their day may be stressful.

I return home to the house where I grew up and usually make dinner with my folks or sew with my mom (I'll post a photo of my latest project soon!). It's the life, really, but I miss Indy everyday. This is what it's like when your heart lives in two places.

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