Hey y’all! I’m generally a fan of things made locally and when I found out a few years ago that there was a local brand of sunglasses, I knew I wanted to find a way to work with them. Nectar sunnies are sold at almost every local boutique, but they’ve also got a national reach. To say that they were born right in the low country seems like an accomplishment for us all. A success story you can get behind and feel a sense of pride for.

I reached out to Nectar for a product sponsorship for Charleston Black Girl Bloggers Brunch and although they couldn’t meet my initial request, they were kind enough to send me a fabulous pair of sunnies. My goal was to get a look and a photographer and really style the house down with them, but circumstances arose. Although I couldn’t go with my initial plan, I decided to take control with my own amateur hands. 

I took a gritty approach and brought Nectar to the concrete jungle. A temperamental neighborhood in the North Central side of Charleston. I would say away from tourists and gentrification, but I literally live in a hood between Revelry Brewing and Lewis Barbecue…so there’s that. 

I’m wearing Fetch–and yes, we’re totes making Fetch happen–and aside from the unique style, the color really stands out. They’re super light weight, the lenses are scratch resistant, and as someone with an astigmatism and eye strain I don’t have to take them off or struggle to see things on the road on an extremely sunny day. You know what I’m talking about!

They have 100% UV protection and are glare resistant. What else could you ask for? Oh wait, there is more–each purchase of a pair of Nectar sunnies goes to repopulating honey bees (I guess that’s cool, even though they’re my natural enemy), there’s full UVA and UVB blockage (woot woot!), and they will replace them for life because they are the coolest motherfunkers on the planet!

I’m not sure what else you need as a reason to head on over to their website to start piling up your carts. Their sunnies are awesome, their cause is awesome, their locale is awesome, they know you’re super rough on sunnies and back them for life–I mean, come on! You must not like quality or compassion or general, all around good peopleness. Just go on and check them out! Tell them I sent you! It might just mean something!

Sunnies: Nectar // Earrings: The Tiny Tassel // Hat: Aviate 



Distressed boyfriend jeans
$200 –

Stuart Weitzman stiletto shoes

Yves saint laurent handbag

Audemars piguet watch

Natalie B gold filled jewelry
$110 –

HOOK LDN pink glasses

Street Chic

Street Chic

Gucci bum bag

ERTH yellow gold necklace
$595 –

Design Lab layered jewelry

Gucci tortoiseshell sunglasses
$710 –

Kevyn aucoin makeup

the struggle: yeah…it’s high time I seek some help

Hey y’all. I might bum you out for a bit, but I appreciate you indulging me. I’ve said it a million times, so you should know by now that I have anxiety and depression. I haven’t seen anyone or taken anything for it since high school. I’ve been maintaining for awhile and doing moderately okay. Except that one time in college where I had a full on break down and couldn’t stop crying. I talked to a counselor once, even though I should’ve gone multiple times, and was okay.

Sometimes, over the years, I’d have a hard time looking in the mirror without feeling sad but it never lasted long. Right now it’s hitting me that I spend a lot of time alone. Too much time alone with not so great thoughts really isn’t that good for you. Nothing dangerous like self harm, but, Bruh, I don’t really have any friends. 

Who the heck can I depend on? Who calls me up and asks me to go places or do things? I try to be mindful that people have lives and things going on and try to give them the benefit of the doubt, but damn. I’m out here alone. Trying not to think about it, but thinking about it all the time. Trying to justify this lonely existence. It’s exhausting.

I’m an introvert and socializing is terrifying, so I find myself declining things because fear. I also settle because I work so hard for this one relationship that I don’t want to do it all again. I settle for people and situations because of fear. I’m also too trusting. I think that everyone is a mean-what-they-say person and I always end up wrong. So I find myself now being weary of every one. I expect rejection when I ask someone to do something because why would they want to hang out with me?

I always have to ask someone to do things. It’s never the other way around? Why? Why not? It’s me. It’s just the way it’s always been. I’m not good with conversation, especially with new people because I don’t word right. I spend so much time trying to think of what to say that when I try to say it, it always comes out wrong. It’s embarrassing. I hate repeating myself because I think I’m being made fun of.

This life is hard. I really don’t like talking to people…especially not on the phone. It’s just too much. I don’t know what to say. I hate when people read or hear about my feelings or this struggle and feel sorry for me. I really don’t want your pity, Bro. I’m a real person with real feelings and if you don’t have real friend type intentions, please don’t waste breath or key strokes with a fake pity invite for whatever. 

Seriously. Don’t.

I’m trying to find a psychiatrist, but my insurance network has given me a pool of the hardest to contact doctors ever. Maybe things will be better if I’m medicated and have no real consciousness of fear. I don’t know. I’m just tired of trying to figure it out on my own. I’m thinking of taking yoga to try and quiet the bad thoughts. Also buying stock in Kleenex, because. That was a complete sentence, by the way.

I’m tired, y’all. 

A Very Southern Summer

A Very Southern Summer

Loup Charmant wrap dress

Castañer navy sandals
$125 –

Gucci handbag
$1,600 –

Filù Hats braid crown
$395 –

Kaibosh tortoiseshell sunglasses
$145 –