Photos like these make me so nostalgic for Anchorage. Dorothy really hit the nail on the head when she cried, "There's no place like home" as she knocked her red slippered heels together. Small planes are so common up in Alaska, and planes buzzed around daily, the sound of the props whirring above was pleasantly familiar. Growing up on lakes, floatplanes were constantly landing and taking off, and the high pitched buzz of engines revving up for take-off happened dozens of times a day. Here in Tacoma, the sound is rare, but when I do hear a little plane above, my heart gets a warm sting, both happy remembering home, and sadness that I am not there in that moment. I couldn't count the hours I spent aloft with my Dad, streaking across the Alaskan skies, landing on mountain lakes, and carving through snow covered valleys. Hopefully someday my Dad will be able to take his grandkids up in the air, or maybe one of these days if we move back to Alaska I'll finally get my pilot's license like I planned on doing when I was in high school before life happened...
Sometimes I just enjoy the simplicity of dresses. You can just put on a dress and be ready to go. I even avoided putting on a belt (which I do with most of my outfits). I love that dresses are pretty non-fussy and simple, as far as outfits go. I probably would've thought the exact opposite a few years ago, but time changes things. I'm glad I'm not the same person I was a couple years ago. It's so strange to think of all the things that happen to you which make you into the person you are. I always see things in terms of analogies, and the one that describes where I am now is that life is a road and I'm just at a pit stop, refueling and getting ready to get back on the road. It's been about a year long pit stop, so I'm ready to get back to the journey of life.
Fly Away Home // July 18, 2010
dress/courtesy of tigercult vintage :: shoes/courtesy of modcloth
This plane is actually my Dad's old Tripacer. We sold it after moving to Alaska back in the early 90's, but it's still right next to where he parks his 180. When I was a baby he used to take me flying in it. I think I'm the only one of the kids who remembers this plane. My brothers are probably too young, and one of them wasn't even born yet! At first I wasn't sure if this was the plane, but I remembered that someone had vandalized it back in the day, so there's a patch in the side from where they ripped it open to steal who knows what. It was kind of unintended, but I totally match the plane! I wonder if my dress is the same vintage as the plane too...
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