Being back in Atlanta feels so surreal. Seoul seems like a dream, but mostly Atlanta feels like a warped reality. Life got really real when I saw my first homeless crackhead. I miss all my Seoul PICs, but mostly I miss my cushy life. Now it's time to get back to the grinding stone.
Went to Miller Union for the first time with Lillie over the weekend. I've been begging friends to go here with me for months, but the plans never came to fruition until now. Started with the feta plate and ordered the seasonal vegetable platter as a main, finishing with half a homemade ice cream sandwich (chocolate chip & peanut butter). Their farm to table method really fits well with my new psychotic, germaphobe lifestyle. Their kitchen is kinda open (you can peek on your way to the bathrooms), allowing you to witness the preparations for the food.
It was a nice way to begin a busy Saturday that had us hitting up the new CB2, scouring Zara for the April lookbook (not out yet, btw), and ending the day with a last minute caffeine run at Starbucks. The cake pops are delicious.
top. Cres E. Dim. skirt. Spicy Color. shoes .Jeffrey Campbell Tribal Ticks. bag. Celine Luggage.