My dad, a collecting musician of sorts, lucked upon a vintage 1960's Selmer K-Modified Trumpet. 

He first saw it in the rear corner of a pawn shop window. When he went inside to inquire about the price, it became clear the pawn shop owner had absolutely no idea what a rare treasure he had in his possession.

Back in the 60's when it was originally made, the US and France did not have a friendly commerce relationship. The US imposed a tariff on imports from France to try and price them out of the US market. With the tariff in place, it would have been insanely difficult for French companies to make a profit on anything shipped into the US. 

So to get around that, The Selmer Company shipped the horn only partially assembled ((sneaky)) to allow the horn to officially be "made in the USA" and avoid paying the tariff.

 Here's where the K-Modified part comes in. "K"was a renowned horn craftsmen. The Selmer Company hired him to assemble the final pieces of their famously lightweight horn. 

He did it gladly... under one small condition. The Selmer Company had to agree to name the horn after him.

So name it they did. 



Happy birthday, USA!

Red, white and blue everywhere you turn. The one day excessive patriotism is okay in my book.



The heavy cloud cover over the lake made for an unusual first day of July. The air was crisp and was whispering threats of rain, but that didn't stop me from enjoying the waterfront.

I can't get enough of these American Apparel High-Waist Trousers. They come in a ton of deep, vibrant colors like aluminum, burgundy, sage and golden poppy. I've made it my personal mission to take all of the colors into my possession by the end of summer. Three colors down, 15 more to go.  




It has certainly been a while. 

This past year has been incredibly difficult for me. I've dealt with the decline of my health, physical pain and borderline depression. I was forced to quit blogging, photography, dancing - even running. Practically everything I loved about life was taken away from me.

It's taken eight months, but I'm finally remembering who I am. I am not an injured person. I am not a stressed out 9-5er. I am ME.

You can't always wait until "things get better" to do what you love. And sometimes, despite all of the issues you're facing, you've just got to smile.