Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Sunset Darkness + a Farewell to Summer

My darling cousin Inaya and I. Although my widdle girl's gotten too big for it, she made me carry her because the donkeys, sheep, goats and horses scared her. Who could say no to eyes widened in terror and a voice like hot syrup pleading? (Note to self: work on building child resistance.)

Top: Unkown (Kohls?) // Sandals: Nine West // Bag: Gucci // Vest: Sirens (from Canada) // Shades: Aldo (also from Canada) // Parachute Pants: Charlotte Russe // Watch: Citizen Eco Drive // Rings: Aldo // 
[Because we stayed an extra day that we hadn't originally planned to stay for, I had to borrow a piece from all the outfits I'd previously worn and create something new. I do this a lot, but this time was different. What do you guys think?]

      This is another throwback to my one week family visit in Toronto, Canada the first week of August. Although my family and I visit every year (sometimes more than once), we never tire of the contentment that is being in a country not our own. I remember how bittersweet that day was; the last sunset of Canada we'd get to see until our next travel over. (Note: no matter where you are, the sunset can be the prettiest art you've seen all day.) We spent it at an Eid Carnival at the local Masjid. (You might know it as a mosque. Church is to Christian as masjid/mosque is to Muslim), which contained cotton candy and a petting zoo and stellar bazaar with shops nearby where my brother, cousin and I escaped to watch the sunset from.
      Sitting on the curb watching the sun set after a lovely day with all your problems far away in another country and nothing but the summer hummingbirds fluttering in your chest like first love- and maybe summer is- are the types of moments humans kill by trying in vain to savor forever. Feet dangling on the curb, gummy candies playing rock on your tongue, and the sweetest smell that accompanies those summer moments makes you think you can.

Maybe it is possible. Only not with pictures, and that is why I am a writer.

Good luck writing + hoping everyone's summer was as wet-shampooed-hair-after-a-hot-day-out scented as mine. More than any other day of the year my heart is at a hold and my mind doesn't know what to think about. Already counting down until next summer but also knowing that I need to enjoy the present instead of dream about the future,
Xo always,

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Wednesday, September 17, 2014

My Retro Day

 Holy guacamole is this a throwback! To Canada's Wonderland, which is located in Vaughan, Ontario and is an amusement park much like Six Flags or any other large, money making fun house with speeding rides, high drops, and the staple overpriced concession stand items. This was in the first week of August, the fourth of it maybe? Coasters is one of the dining areas inside Wonderland, a retro diner in which we took shelter during the pouring rain (despite it, it was a wonderful day. rain= no hot weather and no long lines)

(No, I swear we didn't go shopping before entering Wonderland because it was raining and we wanted the weather to clear up....and because pretty things are so darn magnetic.)
 Top: Carsons // Skinnies: Kohls // Flip flops: Gap // Watch: Citizen Eco Drive // Light pink bag (seen in coke sign pictures above): H&M // Beige/brown bag: Gucci

Wonderland after dark- the lights come on, the big waterfall display at the front begins changing colors, and the sweet, thick disney notes playing right to our hearts begin blasting below the fireworks display. (Oh, and everyone fights to reach the funnel cake stand before it shuts.)

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The family crew and I at a restaurant across the amusement park- they had just closed but agreed to stay open for one last bunch of customers, us :)

Well, I had fun strolling down the memory lane of a few weeks ago. Six more days left of summer 2014. Make the most of them!

Who would have thunk a day full of gloomy rain could turn out to be filled with so much laughter and fun? Life is spontaneously splendid, and even if the rain is going on and it's five o clock in an amusement park that shuts at ten, it's never too late to have a good day.
xo always,

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Emerald Green by Kerstin Gier

Book Corner: a spider free and brightly lit corner for book lovers like me.
  Beware: this is going to be a wordy post. Get comfortable.
  Ever since the start of the end of summer, September has been giving off obvious signs of its eagerness to move onto fall, albeit having ten more days to go. And with the 50° F weather chilling the bones of us Chicagoans, we're bringing out the sweaters, boots, leggings and, most importantly, hot drinks! And with the mention of hot drinks comes the sweet, heart warming (literally) and delicious hanging out at the local coffee shop, doing whatever- which could be anything, because don't cafes and warm, fuzzy places make you feel like you could do or take on anything? No? Well, that's okay. I'll keep my dreams of finding the best of cold weather inside a cup of a steaming Chai Tea Latte from Caribou Coffee to myself.
  Emerald Green by Kerstin Gier is a book I spent an ENTIRE week thinking about after finishing. I actually still think about it. (Pocketful of Poetry by Mindy Gledhill. Connect the two.) It is the finale in the Ruby Red trilogy. This last book, perhaps because I read it when I was older this past June as opposed to starting the series when I was in sixth grade, was the least confusing. It isn't a complex read, but there are a few family names to remember and little connections you need to make yourself. Which isn't too hard considering how reeled in you'll be. This was one of the few books I physically couldn't put down until I finished it; it was like it was a magnet drawing me in. Wittily written with  references to a more classic pop culture in European writing with charismatic characters and an elegant, time travel surrounded plot of large families, love driven theft, bedazzled dresses and two lead characters by the names of Gwyneth and Gideon with situations relatable by most every young adult are enough to make anyone's heart swoon. [Phew. What a run on.] The finale was fairytale charming and was one of those wow-dreams-really-do-come-true kinds of endings whilst being modern and relevant all the same, which isn't easy to pull off.
  Maybe the reason why I can gush and fall in love with words on paper is because books have always meant so, so much to me, but really. I want all of you to try reading at least one of the books I review :) I promise down the road I'll discuss some books that I didn't head-over-heels enjoy because I know that everyone feels differently about books, and maybe the one I dislike will be the one you do!
Life is spontaneously splendid. Go to a new café alone, just you and an unread book. Delve deep and resurface with something new: new feelings, new knowledge, newfound love for the drink you decided to order for some reason you can't quite place your finger on.
Xo always,

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Memory Wonderland

As most people do, I really enjoy good smells. But not just good smelling ones. No, the reason I think smells and scent shops like Bath and Body Works and Yankee Candle are so special is because smells ignite such powerful memories in our minds. And so those are my favorite scents: the ones that make me remember the best of life. Bath and Body Work's Daisy Dream girl fragrance makes me think of fruit roll ups and summer. Their Coconut Lime Verbena body lotion is special to me because it smells just like the apartments in Canada, where my dear relatives live. Ignore my awful home clothes (all-spiderman tee, primrose shoulder bag, yoga pants, and zebra flip flops- are from Kohls) but take notice of the Red Velvet candle, which I wanted to eat, it was that realistic. Try to find some fun in boring trips to stores- as a little bird once said, there's fun everywhere; you just have to look a little. What are your favorite scents?
Life is spontaneously splendid.
Aiman x