Fresh footprint

New site, same shindig. 

I don't know if it's the change in the weather, an upgrade in iPhones, or maybe my new haircut that has me in a spring cleaning mood.

Most things reach a point where they need some sprucing up.

&with that being said, I have big news.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...

I present to you,

 a new Must be a Lady.

New & fresh.

Sleek & chic.

Still navy & white—duh!

I am over the moon excited to show it off to you all & continue to snap, gab, and blog. 

So help bring me back to planet Earth and click on over to our new home.

Spread & share the link, maybe add me to your bookmarks bar—that'd be pretty cool in my book just saying.

www.mustbealady.com

-Alex

Bundles of blooms

April showers bring May flowers.

Or Stop&Shop prowlers bring home April flowers.

I don't mind what way it's done because it makes somebunny a very happy girl.

If you've been a long time hopper in & around the Must Be A Lady garden, you might have realized it also does not take much to make this girl happy.

Old books, shells, tulips, leather, macaroons—or anything navy and you've won over my heart.

You know what else is also super cool and makes me happy?!

YOU.

Yes you.

I truly mean this from the whole entirety of my summer-lovin, J.Crew obsessing heart, that I am thankful & appreciative for your readership.

You know, good looking, loyal people like yourself are tough ones to come around and hook :)

But sincerely, you peeps keep my fueled to keep on posting—you give me that sugar rush just like Easter morn's chocolate bunnies perched up within the confetti fluff of the rest of the sugar-coated bundle. 

Woah.

Yeah—you're that sweet to me. 

All right, I really could go on and on about how grateful I am for you—but I'll boil it down into just one more thing to say.

Let's share the love.

Share my page!

Follow me, I'll follow you.

Shoot me an email, send me a hello! a what up? 

Tell me about you.

After all, you read this all about me, I wanna be able to read about you.

Ok chicks, that's all I got on my end for today.

Stay tuned for more to come—and remember, you make me happy like a bunny in a clover patch.

Except can we call it like, a J. Crew 40% sale?

-Alex

P. S. I've just made a big girl upgrade in iPhones...so catch up on some of my Instagrams and don't be afraid to follow or share my page. 

I'll give back the love, promise. 

Power hour

AKA the golden hour.

In case you haven't noticed—I'm a sucker for the sun.

The morning sun tickles me pink & the evening's glow makes me swoon.

After a quick trip into Westerly, RI yesterday, naturally I swung down by my beloved homeland, 

Watch Hill.

After I marched up that sandy dune I know oh too well—two decades of hiking it after all—I reach the mound's zenith.

To me, this is the best view in the house. 

I was transported straight to summer-mode.

I turned around and I saw my beach town below...

The sun worshipers venturing off their frying pans (or beach towels) just for a minute to kick back a cold one or browse around the shops.

The harbor zipping with boats coming to and fro, silently gliding around each other.

I turn around, and I had an endless view of the Ocean. 

I can spy the tip of one sandy point to the next—with the lighthouse jutting out in-between. 

I found myself free after a long day's work—having left my shoes in the shop, the only thing between me and bliss was, well, nothing.

The sand under my toes—bliss.

The low setting sun making the town appear trimmed in gold—bliss.

The sand taking on a new color and a softer feel like it's straight from the Sahara—bliss.

This is where I can release.

This is the spot that I come to whenever I need to stand in awe.

Whenever I need to be reminded that I have a beautiful creator who is in control of my life.

This spot—regardless of the 20 degree wind at this time of year—is where I find my joy.

If I'm ever told to "imagine yourself in your favorite place"—I climb that sandy dune and come right up here. 

-Alex

O Captain! My Captain!

Our fearful trip is done.

Should I continue on, my fellow lit—or Walt Whit—lovers?

Maybe I'll save it for another day—I knew one day that brain mushing exercise (which seemed to stem from that place we call school) of memorizing poem after poem would come in handy...sort of.

But O heart! Heart! Heart!

We all have tough weeks.

Some are tough physically, others mentally.

 & some, are really tough emotionally—within our hearts.

But we are to have soft hearts—to be able to recognize emotions, have empathy and display kindness. 

Particularly on those physically or mentally daunting days, we might feel sturdy with our emotions and ready to take on a day full of other's emotions;

But that's where we need to hit pause and express our heart for others.

& we need to have heart in order to do this.

In other words, with our will & courage we can see the light at the end of the "tunnel of tough times". 

  We can have heart to not give up, to try again.

We have heart in order to have courage—to speak up or to challenge ourselves.

So—rise up and hear the bells!

My good ole buddy John has some words for you...

"I have told you these things so that in Me you will have peace.

In this world you will have trouble.

But take heart,

I have overcome the world."

-Alex

Lighten up

I didn't even need a coat yesterday.

But of course I opted to wear one because even in the midst of our 45 degree heat wave—I can't quite kiss my beloved coats goodbye for the season yet.

I need this time of year.

The "mid-March to beginning of spring" days when the sun is high and mighty bright and your heart flutters because maybe, just maybe, you can shed a layer of sweaters today—or bust out the ballet flats and shove those mucky snow boots back in the closet.

Ah—bare skin, meet daylight. 

Relief. 

Well, I don't know about you, but I already am miss antsy pants waiting for the day I can shed the sweaters and bare my shoulders.

I am over the boots and yes, *tear*, even my darling white winter coat.

To save my sanity—as I do in many other instances—I hopped and clicked on over to J. Crew.

With a $25 gift card burning a hole in my pocket, I knew I needed to get something...

something more optimistic for spring than snow.

A classic short, black rain boot? 

Sold to the girl wearing suede boots in the slush all around campus because frankly she's given up on avoiding the mush since it. is. everywhere.

Can I get an amen to that from my fellow New Englanders?!

 Bostonians, come on I know you're out there buried in dirty snow mounds somewhere.

Anyway, these little boots are my warming up my calves to soon bare the elements—they are perfect for kicking through the melted puddles—or more like pools—of snow as if saying HA! 

Spring is coming.

Warmer days are ahead.

And these boots are made for walkin' & that's just what they'll do.   

-Alex