charleston

the artists' home

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lady like
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Savannah and Rebecca's Charleston home was beautiful in a very intentional, yet very effortless way. As artists, everything in their home was either their own work or had another story of its own. The details are what got to me, mostly. The tiny music box on the window sill, the overgrown house plants, the endless newly begun art. Only some things were finished finished, leaving a world of possibilities for everything else.

scenes from charleston

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1. Succulents from the very first day.
2. The best vegetarian phở, found in an Asian grocery store.
3. An abundance of beautiful planters.
4. A stranger and his cutie.
5. A pleasant surprise.
6. Savannah and little Corn Dawg.
7. A trip to The Vegetable Bin.
8. A quick walk through the park.
9. My idea of Charleston, in picture form: a little shabby on the edges but charming all the same.

sugar

kirby
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sun tea
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Sugar is one of the cutest bakeries anyone could ever dream up. It reminded me a lot of Bakeri, being small and quaint and seeing Kirby's stylin' headband. I was just about floored with the caramel cupcake and am convinced that bakeries are best when they're tiny but filled with people just as sweet as their treats.

the bridge to nowhere

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After a day at the beach, we took a sunset bike ride to "the bridge to no where." From what I gathered, it was a project left unfinished once funds ran out. We took advantage of the abandoned bridge and sat along the railing to sip $3-buck-chuck (don't get me started) and look out onto the marshes.

We sat well past sunset and continued to eat beets, goat cheese, bread, and even more wine in the dark. Once we finished, we took a joyride through downtown Charleston-- stopping every once in a while to refill the plastic cups we'd been toting around and reusing.

The small, quiet streets felt like an eerie ghost town that only came to life as we rampantly rode through. The night was young and unexpecting, but the bridge to nowhere was just the beginning.

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sullivan's island

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I'm in the midst of my first trip to the South and am in Charleston, South Carolina. Within the first 24 hours, I've had fried green tomatoes, been bit at least 10 times, and heard "y'all" more times than I can count. It's cute (minus the mosquito bites).

Savannah and Rebecca took me out to Sullivan's Island and we floated along the sandbars in perfect, late summer weather. I don't remember my hair ever being so salty and tangled (quite mermaid-esque) but my first time dipping my toes in the Atlantic was the warmest of welcomes.