Before Breakfast, on Thursday - Girl of Cardigan

We make up songs. A jumpsuited man trimming hedges with a chainsaw stops to answer Fable's "What is that?" with a tutorial on how the chain turns and severs. A woman in a purple hoodie joins our silly dance as we wait at a crosswalk, cementing Fable's belief that the morning is intentionally full of her favorite color, her preferences the axis of a magically accommodating swirl of a world.
Back on the Bike - Girl of Cardigan

Here is what we share: The frustration tears. The hot, humiliating tears that start to burn when we are afraid or uncomfortable or feel like we've been caught being less than perfect. The betraying, infuriating, soul revealing tears. I hate those tears. You are learning to ride your bike.
Matcha, Magic, and MaLuxe

CLICK THROUGH FOR DISCOUNT CODE. Can we chat for a moment about tall girl problems? I realize it seems like a petty complaint, but man, there are so many cute clothes in the world that just don't come close to working for my 5'11" frame. Pants land in all kinds of strange places, jumpers and rompers - ha! - you can imagine how well that goes, crop tops really become something closer to long bras... the struggle.
Dear Beautiful Girl - Fighter - Girl of Cardigan

That prideful will of ours? It will serve you and it will break you it. You will be its hostage as often as it will make you a hero. It is a wild and noble, terrible and destructive thing. It's the balance in you that will walk away from crippling shame and failure and turn right back to meet it the next day. It holds no weight and record of pain. It does not bruise or burn. The same core that allows you to risk crashing boldly into love a thousand times will also forget to remember the stove was hot when you touched it.
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