Find You

Well, you're welcome.  You're about to be privy-ed to snaps of mini TC and I swear there's a point to this post.  Just hang with me at the Approach for a few.  It's amazing looking at how you remain unchanged in photos which are probably nearly 30 years old.  Sure you grow older, bigger and taller (well kind of in my case) but what makes me nostalgic is that sassy personality I had as a child.  She's slowly making a comeback in my 30's as my 20's were spent being timid and afraid of everything, except maybe shopping and using a credit card.  Afraid to say the wrong thing, make a wrong move, of what people would think (personal life speaking here) and if I would steer someone away by speaking up for myself.  And while I still have moments of that shy self, there are times I light up and realize that fiery girl below has been with me all along and she's an even more stellar version in present day. 

What I love about these pictures is you can tell exactly how I am feeling in each of the moments and funnily enough, the one I am most comfortable in is with my wine glass, of course, head to toe in neon pink.  I missed the memo on how to wear a visor and think it was taken after golf camp.  My dad persevered and put me in every summer for me to always tell him I did not need to practice because baby Tay was such a fantastic golfer.  And then there's the two pictures on the right where I am with 1) an animal and 2) Santa.  I love a good puppy cuddle but feeding goats at Happy Hollow was traumatizing.  Instead of individually handing pellets to what I wrongly called ponies, I shoved the entire batch at them just to be done.  It's clear by my face I'd rather looking for another striped tee.  Not much has changed. The blue velvet dress photo complete with a Blair Waldorf inspired headband is also an interesting capture of visiting Santa Claus at SJCC. If you have been to any type of sporting event with me, you already know this fun fact... I am terrified of Mascots.  Embarrassing, I know.  I vividly remember sitting at a Spring Training game and someone dressed as a baseball would wander the stands.  Every time he came toward me, I had to move in fear that I would be attacked (well hugged) and it was just too much for me.  I could have used a few cans of bubbly rose that day.  The point of the photo... my arms are crossed; the don't touch me signal which is kind of like my adult self today.  It's on my terms and on my time, I'll let you in.  Just a few of the things that don't leave you.

​Find you.  A song I heard on the bus ride home yesterday.  I spent part of the long weekend looking through old photos I captured way back when I first moved to San Francisco.  This year has been the high of my photography obsession and what I observed traveling back a few years is that I had an eye. I have an eye.  Something that also doesn't leave you or so I really believe now.  From photos to my first apartment, which was only a block away, to snaps of an outfit and of course, my true love the Palace, I've been able to capture a decent image with a bit of ease.      ​

As I come down from the one too many birthday dirty martini's, the final realization when people have the opportunity to celebrate you. You understand how well people know you, sometimes even better than you know yourself.  I borrowed that line from Carrie Bradshaw. From the flamingo snow globe I gushed about a few posts ago, to what turned out to be one of the best gift bags I have ever received, (hint it's Louis inspired), it's the little things that may not amount to much monetarily but that leave a lasting impression with you. 

To those little treats you find as it's already Wednesday, thanks for reading.  I am headed to LA tomorrow for a much needed girl's weekend with a fellow fashionista.  Trendy restaurants check. Photo ops check.  Outfit planning.  You'll find me arranging all of these moments on my palm print couch.  Stay tuned for more snaps as I continue the search to outdo that sequin Palm Springs moment.

xoxo,

​TC