The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.

All photos by Matthew Rice.

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Annalise and I had a lovely Sunday afternoon. We are particularly inspired by lace, black, and floral prints for the Winter. We have always had a penchant for Victorian-inspired looks. With a touch of romantic flair? Yes, please.


Elekon :

gooorgeous! love your bags!

Anthea :

You both look very lovely! Very inspiring looks from both of you.

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Kingdom by the Sea :

Thanks ladies! We love lace right now <3

Rachel :

Unbelievably amazing. :D

Ainsley :

super cute, loving the dress on the right!