Island Time

Here’s to lava fields, bright blue water, and infinite waterfalls. 

Last week I crossed something major off my Instagram/life bucket list. The one, the only, a global treasure, Iceland. From the moment we landed in Keflavik (and I saw an adorable coffee shop in the airport followed by countless murals on the drive to the city) I knew I’d cherish every single second I would spend in front of these mountain ranges and behind my iPhone camera lense. And it all lived up to expectations.

Grab your parka and your poncho. Some Haribos for the ride. Call me Glacier Girl because I’m about to take you on a photo tour of the most beautiful 5 days of my life. 

But all you really need to experience Iceland is your favorite travel companions. And luckily I had mine. 


Stuck in my head: Feel it Still // Portugal the Man
Snap it: Reykjavík, Iceland

The Only Relevant Holiday.

Oh my, now would you look at the calendar? It seems today is one of the only holidays I actually enjoy. Welcome to Social Media Day. And no, I didn’t make it up, Mashable has my back. But, I bet you thought this was about America’s birthday or whatever we celebrate on July 4th. Apologies for my not knowing; I learn all my history from Hamilton. 

Back to it. As we’ve discussed before, I’m not so into commercialized holidays. But this holy day of the year cherishes the one thing I spend more time doing than thinking about avo toast. Today we celebrate LinkedIn, Facebook, Snap, Twitter, and the most royal of all, Instagram. Postmates is already delivering the Baked and Wired cupcakes.

In honor of the occasion I thought I would briefly discuss some social media updates, rumors, & my thoughts on all the madness. Just keeping it real here. Jordan coming at you from her kitchen, Lorde playing softly in the background. Unedited. Unfiltered. Always hungry.

#1: Death to the Finsta
So for all my friends out there that aren’t as Insta-obsessed as the rest, a “finsta” is a separate private Instagram account for users to share funny, embarassing, shambly memories (photos, captions, videos, etc) with a smaller group of followers than their main account, usually reserved for the BFFs. Recognizing that users want to create smaller communties, Instagram is toying with the idea of creating a separate tab for profiles, called “Instagram Favorites,” to allow users to have finstas attached to their original accounts. You choose who sees it. You choose what posts go where. It’s essentially two feeds on one account. 

Thoughts: To be honest, I love it. The only reason I don’t have a finsta is because of the whole log in, log out thing. It becomes maintaining two accounts instead of one. As Hannah Montana would gladly say, this is basically the best of both worlds. Just another reason Instagram is taking over the world. They just get it.

#2: Snap Map
Snapchat is letting users track each others’ locations all through a map on the app. Essentially what you do is pinch your screen until a map appears with all your snap-buddies’ Bitmojis. Zoom in tightly and you can pretty much tell exactly where a person is. Rumor had it users get a notification when you click on their name to find their location. Tested first hand, the rumor isn’t true. Insert loud exhale. Stalk away. There is also an invisible option where you can lurk in the shadows, unlocated.

Thoughts: You do you Snap, but I’m gonna do me and pretend this update doesn’t exist. The feature is unoriginal (hello, Apple’s Find My Friends option) and creepy. Offically going full ghost. Text me if you need to find me.

#3: EyeEm
New photo sharing app alert. If you thought VSCOCam editing was revolutionary this is next level. The app has a machine learning feature that can recognize postable vs. not so postable images. Bye bye camera roll clutter. Intended as a photo-selling platform, EyeEm compares your photo options to the bank of pics already uploaded. Basically, the more people that share, the smarter EyeEm gets. We’re on the road to prime Insta selection.

Thoughts: While still new to EyeEm, I’m impressed by its ability to crawl a photo stream quickly and pull out images. Not all its suggestions were double tap worthy, mostly because it was pulling suggestions based on an algorithm that wasn’t created to determine if my open mouth smile is just a little too open or if my dress is wrinkled. But dear sweet EyeEm, I see a teenage girl overload coming you way. I hope you can learn to spot an almond milk latte from a soy one.

Honestly, I’m just proud to live in a world where social media gets a day to shine.


Stuck in my Head: 50 Shades of Cray // The Bitch Bible Podcast
Snap it: The W Hotel, Washington DC

Apologies for the MAAAAJOR geek out. Love a good social media update, though. Check out Mashable’s Social Media Page for more. It’s a must. 

An Open Letter To Online Shopping.

Dear Online Shopping,

You’re pretty great. I mean who doesn’t love clothes you love at your doorstep in the blink of an eye. My appreciation only grows with the number of boxes that show up on the daily. 

But there’s one thing we have to talk about a little bit. Just a small complaint. Please don’t get mad. Here it goes.

It’s so hard to build a virutal wardrobe when sizing isn’t consistant between sites. There’s no way a size small from Brandy Melville is the same size small from Madewell. And well, it’s kind of frustrating to always have to play this guessing game.

And I know this is a tough problem to fix. But I feel like the illuminati of online retail can come together and settle on standard measurements for the world to follow. It’s not thaaaat difficult. Just one little meeting and it’s all over. Urban Outfitters, Topshop, J.Crew, you guys can spearhead this one, right?

Free returns TOTALLY help. Any site that isn’t free returns can kiss my fashion forward foot goodbye. Free shipping doesn’t hurt either, by the way. But maybe we can follow Birchbox’s lead and figure out a better system for finding the perfect piece. Or we could create a more understandable measurement guide. Something like “If you have the butt of Kim Kardashian but the arms of Karlie Kloss, this dress is probably for you.”

Like I said, you’re truly a life changing. Gotta say, slightly mad at you for putting brick-and-mortar on the fritz because I love a good rack hunt, but the best part of all of this is that you’re still maturing. Everyday there’s something new; from same day delivery to online exclusives, this is only the beginning and you have so much potential. 

So, let’s just fix this while you’re ahead. No pressure, but the fate of fashion’s future rests in your shopping cart. 


Stuck in my head: New Slang // The Shins
Snap it: Madewell, Tyson’s Corner mall

Headphones in…

Before I was ~cultured~, the only iTunes playlist that got any attention was, undeniably, my Taylor Swift collection. In between sessions of fangirling and building my shrine, I downloaded endless hours the pop-country crossover. It was part of my identity. I was Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift was me.

Let me set the scene for you and really let you grasp the scale of my dedication. I turned my room into a photo gallery, pasted her outfits on my mirror for inspiration, left sleepaway camp for her concert (1 of many), memorized her addresses (and took pictures outside when I visited), had fan pages, and blocked close friends on social media for criticizing her. Honestly, this list could go on, but let’s leave me with some dignity.

It wasn’t just her that I loved, it was the way her music made me feel that I fell in love with. Knowing all the words to a song is exciting. Knowing all the words to all the songs on every album is a sense of community. And it wasn’t until my senior year of high school, 6.5 years after the obsession started, that I realized other artists could make me feel the same way.

Discovering new sounds was incredible. Landmark Music Festival was a huge turning point for me, as was growing to love MC and the music he listened to. I’ve found some of my favorite music since then: Houndmouth, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, HAIM, Lorde. My transition from Swift to the streets (this is a reference to the college essay I wrote on her) marked my *true* maturity.

So while walking the Dover Downs at Firefly (a music festival) this past weekend the question that caught my eye was “what does music do for you?” And it took me a hot second to figure it out, but I think music has helped me grow and change and seek new opportunities. It’s taught me that you can always find a new passion, and it doesn’t have to replace an old one.

I’ll always be willing to trade an arm and a leg for another chance to stand stage side at Taylor’s concerts. It’s part of who I am and what I love. I just don’t need to wear an entire outfit with her face on it and talk to pictures of her anymore.

Wow, look at all this adultness. If you knew me between 2011-2015 you probably thought this day would never come. Well, same.


Stuck in my head: Sober II (Melodrama) // Lorde
Snap it: Firefly Music Festival

Chasing a Slice.

You might think you’ve had good pizza, but unless you’ve been to Pizzeria Beddia in the Fishtown district of Philly, you’re way off. Yesterday Elizabeth and Natalie and I hopped in the car in pursuit of America’s best named by Bon Appetit mag back in 2015. Little did I know I would also find the Instagram location of my dreams and enough murals to last me a lifetime.

A little background before we get into it: Pizzeria Beddia is only open 4 days a week from 5:30-10:30pm. The little hole in the wall has no sign; you’d totally walk right past it if you weren’t searching. They make only 40 pies a night, each cooked one at a time with love by the pizza guru himself, Joe Beddia. For more info, read the Bon Appetit article. It’ll make you drool, I promise.
P.S. We waited in line for two and a half hours and it was beyond worth it. 

We also made a stop at the Magic Gardens. This empty-lot-turned-mosic-wonderland currently occupies 80% of my camera roll and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Created by Isaiah Zagar, themes from his life, such as Latin-American culture and… nudity, run through the multi-leveled oasis like a journal. Be sure to ask about the history as you snap millions of pictures. 

Here’s my photo diary of the best way to celebrate Summer in the cheesesteak city.

Cheers to photo shoots and perfect pies. 

Pizzeria Beddia Cook Books

Let’s just say I went to bed with a food baby and the best memories. 


Stuck in my head: Run // COIN
Snap it: Philadelphia Magic Gardens

Passing Down the Pom Poms. 

Growing up with a sister is basically having a servant, a best friend, and a number one fan by your side constantly and endlessly. So it’s every little diva’s dream. Lucky for me, I didn’t just get a sister, I got Callie. There is no one more agreeable in the entire world than that girl. She played with all the ugly Barbies, ate all the burnt chicken nuggets, and still smiled like she was just handed the key to the world. 

My Dad always tells the story that right before she came home from the hospital, he sat me down and told me it was time to step into the big sister role. He claims I maturely adjusted my personality and it was a perfect fit. What I really think happened was I learned that by being around Callie I could get more attention. Nonetheless, we became glued at the hip. The Kit to my Kat. The green vegetable to whatever was for dinner. The Dinks to my Baby (our childhood stuffed animals).

As she’s matured over the years, out of her skulls and punk rock phase into a more classic middle school era, so much is exactly the same as the brown eyed baby that changed my life fourteen years ago. Same sense of humor that leaves you teary-eyed and hunched over. Same scary level of maturity that makes college kids forget she’s actually still in middle school. Same love for our family and commitment to making people happy. Our closeness is one of the reasons going to college was so difficult. It created so many holes in my life I didn’t realize she’d been filling. And what sucks is that I know this will never get easier, it’s just part of growing up and accepting change. 

I can only imagine it being hard to live in the shadow of an older sibling, yet Callie’s never been one to follow exact footsteps. When she started gymnastics years ago I really thought that was the end of her living my same adventures. And while she created her own memories and gained skill and strength that continuously shames me into the gym, I always wished for her to experience high school the way I did from the 50 yard line, poms in hand, team of amazing girls by my side. 

When Callie decided to pause her gymnastics career and tryout for Poms this year it was really everything I could’ve asked for. After such hardwork, I’m proud to say I’ll get to swap places with my best friend and cheer her on from the sidelines. Warning: I’ll probably be bawling my eyes out.

Callie, you have such a strong, positive energy to you and I can’t wait to see you bring this to everything you conquer in life. This post is sounding more like a Bat Mitzvah speech than a funny, lighthearted tribute to you, but you’ve been asking for a post and I definitely owe you one. I’ve never doubted your ability to succeed, and I can’t wait to see you make this your own. Love every second of it, even when it’s miserable and painful, because it’s over so fast. Every high V, every turn, every C-Jump. You’re in for such an unforgettable ride. I’m so grateful you get to live this part of my journey. 

No, I’m not crying. I’m just allergic to my sister growing up. 


Stuck in my head: Superbass // Nikki Minaj
Snap it: National Gallery of Art, DC

Coach Kaleigh, if you see this, Callie is much funnier than me, but PLEASE don’t like her better. I still need your love.