a list of sorts, brilliant reads, little reminders of life, read it love it, someday

Should I someday be the mother of a daughter.

19 Things I Will Tell My Daughter || by Brenna of with flowers in my hair

1. Wash your sheets every two weeks, I promise you’ll sleep better.
2. If a boy breaks your heart, it’s okay to cry.
3. If a girl breaks your heart, it’s okay to cry.
4. School is important, but there are many things you can’t learn in a classroom. Pursue them.
5. Find your passion, and run with it.
6. No, you don’t need to lose weight.
7. You are beautiful without make up.
8. You are beautiful with make up.
9. Being a good person will never go out of style
10. Buy yourself flowers if you’re feeling sad.
11. Getting enough sleep is very important.
12. Drinking water has so many benefits
13. Believe in fairytales, believe in love, and allow no one to steal your magic.
14. Reading is good for the soul.
15. I am not here to judge you, but I will always support what I think is best for you.
16. I appreciate you.
17. I am proud of you.
18. Even on your worst days, you will never disappoint me.
19. I love you no matter what.

duchess-at-large, european royals, prince george, royal roundup, Wills and Kate

The royal updates you probably didn’t know you need, but totally do(n’t).

I’ve been job hunting like crazy, and, in my free time, keeping up with the Cambridge’s, and the rest of European royals… 

Here’s some of the latest news from my royal blog Duchess-at-Large:


What We Know About Prince Carl Philip’s Fiancée, Sofia Hellqvist: The lowdown on Prince Carl Philip of Sweden’s (aka His Royal Hotness), new fiancée, the former centerfold.


Royal Doppelgängers: British Royal History Edition: The British Royal Family genes run deep. Most of these made me do a double-take. 


Last week’s posts were filled with our favorite cheeky Prince, Prince George, who turned one!

A Royal Gift Guide: Birthday gifts fit for a Prince (or Princess)Glossy George: The Year In Covers.
 Which prompted this post: When They Were One: Regal tots…

And this one (which I’d love to have know your opinion): What do you think: Who does Prince George most resemble?


Annual Danish Royal Family Photo Shoot at Gråsten Palace: adorableness ensued, though Crown Princess Mary’s dress was a miss.

Royals and #Selfies: They’re just like us!:  the complete collection of rogue royals (ahem, no photoshop, like Queen Letizia would ever need it).
And of course, so much more. I try to keep it updated daily, so be sure to check in often, you know, if you’re into that sort of thing… 😉
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heartbreak, munich, write it out

This isn’t your Munich City Guide and I’m sorry.

I’ve received many emails asking me about Munich recommendations. With each one I’ve read I’ve been simultaneously flattered, happy, and desperately sad. The kind of anxiety that I encounter when thinking about compiling my thoughts into one guide is on par with trying to decide what you should wear when you know you’ll going to see an ex.

This may sound incredibly insane. It may be. It probably is. But it’s how I feel.

Pictured above is my gorgeous, perfect (in my eyes) room, in my sweet apartment in downtown Munich. It was airy and lovely and even though it was old, and didn’t have air-conditioning, and was beyond noisy at night because of the traffic below—I loved that tiny apartment more than words could describe.

It was home.

And I felt like my dreams were coming to fruition and I never felt as happy and as excited as I did those big city days.

But, for reasons unforeseen, reasons having nothing to do with me, it all ended. I had three months to savor this life, if even for such a short amount of time. I never wanted it to end.

I remember the day I had to say goodbye and I remember what I wore and what I felt and what was said and what wasn’t said and it pains me. I said goodbye to too many dear friends and had one piece of luggage too many and I sobbed the entire cab ride to the airport. I remember my cab driver asking if he could do anything at all to help. And I remember saying: I wish there was. I wish there was. 

But there wasn’t anything anyone could do really. I needed work. I needed to extend my Visa. All logistical nonsense that always is the problem for dreamers like me.

Sometimes I think it may have been better had I never gone back at all. Because sometimes getting a sample of your dream, knowing that it can and does come true, well there’s no coming back from that.

So what I’m saying is this: I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I don’t have the closure yet to be able to write about my favorite Munich haunts and where I loved to picnic on Friday nights in the park and why I’ll never forget that summer and the reasons why. Does this make me sound completely immature? Naive?

Well then, so be it.

I’m sorry. 

hope, little reminders of life, mental illness

All of this is okay.

Sometimes recovery is waking up early to write in coffee shops and practicing yoga and eating lots of fruit and chocolate and sometimes it’s staying in bed all day and hiding from the world until you can stop crying. All of this is okay. What’s important is that you take care of yourself no matter what kind of day you’re having. via.

No matter what your recovery may be — heartbreak, mental illness, your plans for life being flipped upside-down — take care of yourself, remember this most of all. Take care of yourself.