a girl’s weekend

This past weekend in york beach, maine could not have been any better.  It was a girls-only retreat, and we certainly made the most of it; There was unbridled girl talk, swapping of secrets, fruity frozen cocktails, incessant fifty shades of grey reading and discussion (any fellow christian grey-obsessors out there?!), acting like crazy fools, and an unhealthy perfectly normal amount of beach time (even though I had to wear a sock on one foot to protect the wound).  We came back yesterday afternoon (after driving through what felt like world’s worst thunder storm- scary!), and I’m already missing the rich, woody interior of our home and the sound of waves lulling me to sleep at night and whispering their salutation in the morning.

ahh, the internal restoration found through a weekend by the shore cannot be matched.  now to begin using the mind-makeover to influence the physical one…

[all photos via my instagram- follow me @ keeksevans]

florida photo diary

I went instagram-WILD on my trip to Florida last week!  Between daily beach time, two art openings, a ballet class taught by my very own roommie, several delicious meals (including homemade dumplings), numerous cocktails, and an awesome gourmet pizza party, there was a lot to document.  Though I thoroughly enjoyed my time down south, all good things do come to an end and I’m happy to be home in the dry, cooler surprisingly humid weather of Providence!

wear/what/where

{what i wore: ae cutoffs, urban outfitters tank, j.crew tuxedo shirt & fedora, frye sandals}

{what we ate: heirloom tomatos, basil, mozzarella and lots of other happy hour goodies}
{where we are: york beach, maine}

Another post for the wear/what/where installment…feeling so summery in this pale, breezy outfit drinking pinot grigio by the beach :)

happy wednesday!

Running On Air

As my third and final week of spring break (read: almost a month of unpaid vacation) proceeds, I find myself anxiously itching to get back in the studio.  While several weeks of layoff throughout the season are to be expected in a ballet company, these three consecutive weeks have left my body feeling strangely underworked.  I’m desperately missing the incomparable quench that is achieved only by beginning one’s day with company class.  My now-rested brain searches for the challenge of tackling new choreography, my heart misses the comfort of my colleagues and friends, and (oddly enough) my legs and feet long for that specific breed of torture defined only by  a day packed with rehearsals.  Fortunately for me, these recently estranged aspects of ballet life that I more often than not greet with familiar, informal salutation will soon return to my daily routine with a vengeance.  In two week’s time, my shell-shocked muscles will be rudely awakened to the intense reality that is Swan Lake…

Oh, did I mention we’re closing the season with Swan Lake? ONLY MY FAVORITE BALLET EVER.  Yup.  I might be a liiiittle excited.

{photo above: my partner Ian and I performing George Birkhadze’s My Sorrow}