Texan Girl Dreams of New York City!
There’s a fire living inside me. It wants so much, all the time. It was made to burn, to devour, yet even when it does, and brightly, it wants more to feed it.
One thing about a flame, it’s going to take up space. Something I'm always happy to do. The space my existence occupies is nothing less than fabulous. And that’s on purpose.
Can I tell you a story?
The summer of 2025 was not what I thought it was going to be. I walked into it, living life very comfortably, not expecting too much to happen. Somehow, it's always when I'm in this state of mind, the universe decides it’s time for a big change. But I needed it. I began to take everything for granted, including all of my blessings. Including all of my talent. I didn't believe in myself. My dreams of being a “successful” writer, living in the city of her dreams, seemed so far away. The fire in me simmered to a single flame. Summer 2025 was just going to be another notch in my belt, leathered by the Texas sun.
I slept to forget it all.
I don’t think I ever woke up. In our dreams, we become an alternate version of ourselves.
I’m light, I’m darkness, I’m all the grey area in between.
Ever feel like you watch your life happen in front of you, on a silver screen? An audience of people who see you for who you want to be? Do we possess the power within ourselves to be that person on the screen?
Well, I did it.
And I’m finally free. Because when you reclaim your narrative, you start dressing like it. The girl who once simmered now shines. Bold and intentional.
The wardrobe follows suit.
DREAMS ARE MY REALITY
⋆｡°·☁︎ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
DREAMS ARE MY REALITY ⋆｡°·☁︎ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
Life is a movie we write, act in, and direct. And me? I do it all.
A classic Hollywood movie star once said, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.” Sound familiar?
Adorned in jewels, gold, and silver, lounging around in faux fur is my favorite hobby.
Never leave the house without your most dazzling piece of jewelry. It complements your beautiful, enchanting personality.
Sometimes, when you try hard enough, dreamland can blur the lines between what’s reality and what’s not. I choose to live in that grey area. Everything I have ever wanted lives there with me. I no longer fall asleep to forget. I do it to live. Even in the darkness, there can be light.
How you present yourself is not just about looks– it’s how you feel, where you’ve been, and where you want to be. I want to be in the city, strutting down stained sidewalks in 4-inch heels, clutching on to a magazine, a Prada bag, and a beverage all at once.
I don’t wait for the city to come to me. I create the city of dreams within myself.
Dinner’s at 8 pm, but she’s 13 blocks away, sweating her ass off in vintage couture. Taxis don’t exist in Austin, only Lime Scooters & Waymos, and one has already almost run her over. She’s downtown, gripping the New York Times like it’s a lifeline, and in desperate need of a Mexican Martini.
She takes off sprinting, or as fast as these kitten heels will let her. With wind in her hair, and her Prada bag draped around her forearm like it’s just a passenger along for the ride, she makes her way down Lavaca. I mean Fifth Avenue!
But the real question is…
ONLY TIME WILL TELL
࣪ ˖⏱ ˚. ᵎ
ONLY TIME WILL TELL ࣪ ˖⏱ ˚. ᵎ
Cut scene.
Take one.
Action!
Phone rings.
“Hey, baby. I miss you. You busy?”
“Absolutely.”
Sometimes a girl just needs a little break. A little “lie-down” on her most prized garments. An Oscar de la Renta dress, Stuart Weitzman Pony hair heels, and Stephen King's On Writing– because everyone deserves a nightly routine.
One lined with silk, punctuated by literature, and dripping in passion.
All the things that make you you — your style, your stories, your fire — deserve to be savored. Relish them. Wrap yourself in them. Let them remind you that your life is a masterpiece in motion.
You know what they say…
Every woman’s fantasy deserves to come alive. Confidence is the ultimate statement—wear your style as if you command every street in your city.
Consider this your invitation to dream bigger, dress with intention, and live unapologetically — no matter where you are, but especially from good ol’ Texas, where the fire inside you was born.
The night’s rituals fade with the dawn.
Morning light spills through the window, casting soft gold across the chaos of last night’s escape.
Outside, the city waits. Not New York yet, but Austin’s streets still pulse with promise.
She slips into the day, moto-boots thumping on concrete, heart beating with the rhythm of possibility.
I’m almost there.
The sun is out and so is she: radiant & ready for anything.
Today’s outfit isn't just weather-appropriate — it’s mood-enhancing. Flowy chiffon, allll the jewelry, and a strut that could stop traffic.
She’s chasing her dreams and never looking back. Because while she loves Austin, while she owes it pieces of her story, something tells her the next chapter isn’t written here.
The streets she knows so well can’t contain what she’s becoming. She’s tasted the freedom of reinvention, and now the city feels smaller with every step. It’s not a goodbye, not yet. But it’s the beginning of an exit: a love letter that ends with a forward address.
