Scottish Plans

When I was little I wanted to be Scottish when I grew up. True, I still want to be Scottish now, but then I thought it was something I could become. When I grow up I want to be a professional Scottish person. That was my thought process. I think this phase was after I wanted to be a mind-reading-model and before I wanted to be a zoo keeper. All wonderful profession options in my opinion. 

This is my I'm Scottish and I live on an estate with all my dogs, horses, other assorted farm animals and my handsome, rugged, thick accented, Scottish husband outfit. We go for walks on the property every night, eat exclusively from our own garden, and ride our horses to the further reaches of the estate during the day. At night we sit around our large fireplace when the wind starts to whip through the countryside and pull our wool blankets tighter over our shoulders. Every morning we sit at our wide wood plank table and welcome the day by sipping on the tea we grown on our property. It's a pretty amazing life really.

Even the weather on Friday was coordinating with my Scottish fantasy. It was overcast Friday afternoon when I took Lua to the park and then it started to drizzle lightly as I was leaving. Wonderful. When I studied abroad in London I remember never being sad or depressed by the gray weather days. I always liked the weather there. To be fair there were also plenty of days when the sun was shining. I'm not sure if it was the consistency of the gray days or if I'm just ok with that kind of weather, but it seemed so fitting. And I was really happy there. That may have been because of the weather, or the fact that I was twenty, living abroad, and had just started drinking. I'll say all of the above. 

I was lucky enough to go to Scotland while I was abroad. I absolutely loved it. I remember how much it really felt like home. I know how exaggerated that sounds, but it's true. The landscape was so familiar to me, and I'd grown up with a lot of Scottish attitudes around me. My grandmother spend time there when my mom was growing up, and I think my mom caught the get me to Scotland bug from her and passed it down to me. I'm actually Scottish on both sides of my family. MacDonald from my mom, and Gordon from my dad's side. 

When I was driving out to my parent's on Friday I realized that I had all the makings for a Scottish outfit. I decided it would be as good a time as any to out my childhood dreams of growing up to be Scottish. I won't lie and say that I haven't recently thought about raising children partly abroad so they'd have great accents, but then I'd be jealous of them. That's not a strange sequence of thoughts right?

My Mom's Barbour Jacket, Madewell Ruffle Vest, JCrew Pants, Madewell Socks, Anthropologie Boots
My Dad's Hat from Scotland, Antique Cane from my Parents House, Bag from Portobello Road 

So what do you want to be when you grew up? Something strange like a mind-reading-model? Or maybe you wanted to be a doctor and ended up being a something completely different? Let's talk about it. And yes, you can come over to the estate and have tea with us. 

This is my favorite outfit to date that I mentioned over the weekend. I hope you guys like it as much as I do. And keep it in mind for something special that's coming up next week!