Three Generations in a Jacket

*Beth, Sandi, and Breanna (me) - all in our mid-to-late twenties*

Here's my grandma, mom, and me all around the same age. I don't know where Grams was going in that awesome coat, but I know the picture of my mom was taken while she was working at NBC studios. When I look at pictures of my mom or grandma when they were my age, I'm always so amazed at how much older they looked than I do now. Not in a "wow they are old" way, but in a "wow - they were just so much more sophisticated and refined" way. Sometimes I wonder if my generation has lost that touch. Casual is good, but sometimes I think our over-casualness has made us lose part of our voice as a generation (a lost source to express ourselves). Or maybe it's actually really just more proof of the general apathy we feel these days.

Either way though, I'm pretty sure even if I looked more put together like they did, it still somehow wouldn't be as wonderful. Big shoes to fill and little tiny feet, lol. Maybe someday, but for now I just take who I am in stride.

Thinking of you always Momma & Grams,

Bre

my he{art}

It has been 24 days since I lost you mom and this morning it weighs so heavy on my heart. Last night, like so many nights, I just couldn't sleep. I still have a tight feeling in my chest and a lump in my throat; it's always like I've had the wind knocked out of me and I can't catch my breath.

Everyday I try to do SOMETHING to let you know how much I love you, and miss you. I wish there was more I could do, but I am not an artist of the drawing kind, and I cannot paint a picture to show you how much you mean to me. I'm not good enough with words to write a beautiful poem or passage that could possibly describe everything you have meant and continue to mean to me (how could I possibly put into words your strength, your friendship, unconditional love, and your laughter...you always had a way to put a smile on everyone's face)...

Although I can't do any of those things, I literally wear my he{art} on my sleeve and try to show you all this by carrying little pieces of you on me everyday, like

Your oversized sweater, that still holds your smell

Your locket that you wore constantly when I was a little girl

And the sky high platforms you insisted I buy for myself because you said they were just too hot to pass up (you were always pure genius with shoes momma).

I'm putting this out there, so somewhere you can read it and when you see those little pieces you know what it means.

I love you momma,

Beans Baxter/Breanna Lynne/your daughter and friend.

Stylish Genes: Pam's Wedding

A couple months ago, I went to visit my parents and found a goldmine: some old polaroids from my Aunt's wedding way back in the day. I can't get over how chic everyone looks in these pictures, and it inspired me to do a post series about the stylish women in my life. So for my first edition here, I am featuring my Aunt Pam's wedding with pictures of my Aunt Pam, my mom (Sandi), and my Grams (Beth).

The picture above features my aunt Pam as the bride, my mom (to her immediately left) as the maid of honor, and the rest of the bridesmaids. I love the tailored bridesmaid dresses and adorable little veils. So chic.

My mom with the preacher (so gorgeous momma!). I love that big flower in her hair, her big doe eyes, and stellar cheekbones - I wish I could have inherited all of this ;).

The bride's dressing room.

And last but not least:

My grandma (Beth) and auntie Pam. Grams looks so adorably chic here. That blue dress, elbow gloves, pillbox hat and jewels....what a knockout! (We miss you tons Grams) And of course Aunt Pam is stunning here too.

My auntie passed from cancer before I was born, but looking at these photos of her and my mom makes me wish I could have seen the sisterly bond they had together. I've heard a lot of great stories (my auntie used to always borrow my mom's Thunderbird and pretend it was hers, lol), and I'm always reminded how grateful I am to have the women I do in my life. I've come from some very great women and am happy to have a little moment of reflection on them.

xox,

Bre