In Leaves No Step Had Trodden Black

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost
There is a cracked and weathered stone plaque set upon the ground in this narrow path through a small patch of woods. Inscribed on it are the last few lines from Robert Frost's famous poem. The words suit the location and the weathering of the stone has come to reflect the writing...

Outfit details: sweatshirt- from childhood, skirt- Urban Outfitters, shoes- Urban Outfitters, bag- Pull and Bear, necklace- from a monastery in Meteora
There's nothing quite like a button-up dress to be remixed. One of my favorite pieces to remix is a pinstripe blue mini dress I bought in Japan. It's from a small line named "Sample" and was reconstructed from a men's shirt. Here's a few of the ways I have worn it.


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