"She's Gone Too Far This Time"

You have to fight for that which you love. Fight long and hard and don't go down without swinging.


In the past year I have seen hurdles arise and trenches dig themselves in front of the stretching, winding path that my little business is on. I learned to rock with the boat and accept the lullaby of the waves. I taught myself how to use a DSLR in RAW format, how to edit photos in Lightroom, about wood working, how to sew, new difficult beading techniques I never thought I could do, more on taxes, LLC's, and insurances, how to design a logo in Adobe Illustrator, how to sew, about leather working with animal hides, and to top it off, I drove in downtown Atlanta traffic by myself while driving a manual transmission. The point is, if you want something bad enough, you work at it every day. You keep pushing forward through the growing pains. Growth can only come from hardships and trials. A flower doesn't just push through concrete and remain delicate and fragile. No! It becomes a beautiful, strong, badass on the other side.


In February circa1910 will debut two collections I've been working on around the clock for 6 months. I have put every ounce of my being into these and if they go up in flames, so be it. It doesn't matter- I will never stop fighting for this company that has changed so many lives, mine included.


I've got my extinguisher and boxing gloves ready. So Life, go ahead and light me up.


E L I N by circa1910- coming soon.

These Boots Were Made for Dreaming

I feel so silly sharing this... but a pair of boots taught me a really important lesson recently and I feel like I need to write it down, lest I forget in the future.

Over a year ago I received an email from my favorite brand, Free People, waring me of the big sale that was happening on their website. An extra 30% off of already reduced sale prices. You can imagine how fast my mouse zipped it's way over to click on the 'shop now' button.

While rummaging through page after page of glorious ruffles and seemingly still-overpriced tiny pieces of beautifully printed fabric they called dresses, I came across something that made my heart pitter-patter faster and faster to each inch of rustic leather goodness. I had been eyeing them for years: a pair of laced up, solid leather, knee-high Frye boots... in. my. size. How much, how much, how much!? My mind was too excited to do the math correctly so I added them to my cart, already feeling guilty of what I knew was about to happen.

They were on sale for about 1/3 of the regular price, leaving them at just over $100, regularly close to $400.

I couldn't let this go. I never spend that much on myself but I ordered them and immediately jumped around the couch with glee. (Yes, fantastically priced Frye boots really do make me leap with joy. Put your judgey eyes back in the case.)

They arrived a week later and I could smell the glorious leather before I even opened the box. They fit perfectly and were a beautiful and smoothly stiff, slightly orange-y cognac color. They were a dream.

Fast forward to over a year later... they sat in my closet, in their original packaging, collecting dust and adding color to my closet. I had never worn them. I couldn't! They were just too beautiful to see the nasties of the world. What if I stepped in gum? What if they got dirty? What if a little kid's ice cream cone toppled over onto them? They were too nice to serve their purpose and the whole reason I ordered them: to wear.

These boots were worth so much to me. I hadn't paid nearly what they originally cost, and yet I treated them like they were made of gold, hiding them away for no one but my eyes, and occasionally Matt's questioning eyes to see. "You still haven't worn those yet? What are you waiting on, the Queen to come have tea with you?" "Maybe!" I'd seemingly always reply, but I didn't have an answer for the same question I always asked myself, other than these had cost a pretty penny and I didn't want to ruin them with a world of puddles and sticky stuff on the floor of our outdated Bi-Lo. I was scared to proudly take my dream into the world because of what may, or may never, happen.

Last week I saw these beauties sitting in my closet, dressing up a sea of creams, grays and whites. I wondered how long I had them and when I realized it had officially been over a year. I wanted to scream at myself! What good were these SHOES doing SITTING in my closet and not on my FEET? I knew I was being ridiculous, so I created an outfit just for them and wore them, hesitantly of course, out into the real world. And do you know what happened? Well I tripped walking down my stairs but other than that- NOTHING. Oh and other than people stopping me to compliment them and I side-stepped a puddle at the last second. Nothing ELSE.

I realized, this is how I, and many other people I'm sure, act about our dreams. We sit them on a shelf in the back of our mind to dress it up. They add color to our worlds and we tell only our closest family and friends about them. We keep them locked away because we are scared to take the leap of faith that's needed to really grow our minds, our souls and our hearts. How much happier would you be if you really 'went for it' for that promotion? Or if you quit your desk job to open up that cupcake shop you always dreamed of? Just thinking about it makes your heart do backflips, right? That's your dream! And until you go for it, you're foolishly letting it wither away, collecting dust and drifting further out of your mind, becoming buried by clean but yet-to-be-hung-up of piles of facts and actualities. I can't. I have a family that needs me to stay with this secure 9-5pm. I'm too old. I'm too young. I'm too this or that or whatever.

Just DO something! But Kayla, what if I step in gum? What if someone on the subway licks them? What if a raccoon pees on them, or world war III ensues and I am forced to use the laces as a tourniquet to save a wounded pastry baker's right arm? The truth is, we can come up with endless ridiculous excuses of why our dreams will remain in their original packaging, or we can take the risk to be happier than we ever dreamed. Bear with me- what if none of those things happen, and you end up walking into the best damn thing that could ever happen to you... your purpose. Your laced up, knee-high, complimentary-worthy, solid leather, zip-sided, double-stitched, heavenly smelling purpose.

The first step is always, always, the scariest, but you know what's scarier? Not really living the life you were always destined to.

So put on your dreams, lace them all the way up, and walk out into the big world with the confidence of a sorority girl, in a new skirt, on a Saturday night, after a winning football game. Compliments and admiration are sure to follow.

Because those boots were made for jumping up and down in joy at the success of your very own dream. Get to walkin'.

 Here's a picture of  the  boots, being proudly worn in some slightly questionable areas of Savannah, GA.

Here's a picture of the boots, being proudly worn in some slightly questionable areas of Savannah, GA.

 Mirabelle Cafe where we scored some delicious coffee in Savannah, GA. Famous for being a blogger hotspot.

Mirabelle Cafe where we scored some delicious coffee in Savannah, GA. Famous for being a blogger hotspot.


November's Treasure Hunt

Just two weekends of every year, one of my favorite vintage jewelry suppliers visits a nearby town. It is a husband and wife team who spend their days on the road, traveling all across the US in search of vintage and antique pieces, oddities, bits and bobs, and sometimes, rare treasures. I look forward to these two weekends literally all year long. I plan ahead with my gloves, my camera, hand sanitizer and make sure my entire morning is cleared to delegate as much digging time as possible.

Seven 10 foot tables are piled with thousands and thousands of things to dig through. By the end of it, my shoulders are sore and achy, my stomach is growling, my eyes are tired from squinting, and my heart is so very full. Honestly, the thrill of the hunt is right up there next to designing itself. If I could make a living searching for, and keeping, these precious items I would. Alas, bill collectors aren't paid with an etched 1840s gold filled brooch... if only!

I also scored some fantastic mismatched vintage silverware from this sweet couple. I plan to use them for our wedding next spring, and continue to use them once our house is fitted with a dining room (we've been eating at our kitchen island for 3 years now....).

The sweetest thing that makes my day when I visit this lovely couple's array of oddities, is that they recognize me. They sell to hundreds, maybe thousands, of people across the country on their trips and yet they remember not only my face, but my name. It just makes the day that much sweeter.

Please enjoy these photos from my day, taken gleefully with their permission.

 Ringing up my finds on the tailgate of their truck. I spent 3 hours digging and scored over 100 antique and vintage pieces.

Ringing up my finds on the tailgate of their truck. I spent 3 hours digging and scored over 100 antique and vintage pieces.

 This is a tiny tidbit of my haul. Antique watch chains, 1800s cufflinks, gold filled pieces, rhinestone shoe clips, vintage sterling components and more graced my humbled rummaging hands.

This is a tiny tidbit of my haul. Antique watch chains, 1800s cufflinks, gold filled pieces, rhinestone shoe clips, vintage sterling components and more graced my humbled rummaging hands.

Don't forget to join us starting Thursday at 8pm EST for our biggest sale of the year and 30% off all website orders. We'll also have Melvin the Mini Bus parked in downtown for Small Business Saturday and will also be honoring our big sale there as well. Join us at 913 Boundary Street in Beaufort, SC from 10am-4pm. See you there!


Also don't forget to enter our giveaway! You could win one of two $25 gift cards or a grand prize of a $150 gift card. Just in time for our big weekend sale. I don't know about you, but free is my favorite number! Visit our Facebook and find our recent 'giveaway' post to enter.






Role Model Call - Amanda

What do you wish more women realized?

I wish that women realized that it is not a competition, and we can all coexist and be better for it. There is a perfect job out there, a fabulous home, a wonderful adventure, and amazing relationships waiting for each one of us. We just need to let down our guard and become ourselves. I find that women try to fight so hard to be the next girl that they lose who they are and then aren't happy.


Do you have a mantra that you live by?

I have several! *eye roll* - right now I am taken by a biblical/artist reference 1 Corinthians 16:14 & Vincent Van Gogh both state Do everything in love...if it comes from a place of betterment or a positive position it can't be bad. Take every situation and apply love...you won't go wrong, I promise.


Do you mind sharing you insecurities, either physical or emotional?

I don't mind sharing once my outer protective shell is cracked. I'm a bit guarded at first, but once I feel the person is coming from a genuine place, I'm totally open to answer pretty much anything.


How do you fight to overcome those insecurities?

I try to create, be proactive, make a difference. I tend to overwork and pour myself into whatever my focus is at the time. Even if my focus only lasts five minutes, I am completely enthralled for that time span. Until I move to the next beautiful tornado that I create. Being in control (which is such a joke) of whatever I am working on, be it work related or a painting or something keeps my mind busy and off the worry of what I may perceive that I am lacking.


How do you hope to see women affected by your Role Model Call photoshoot?

I want to see women out of their comfort zone. Try something that you never would! I am 100% adverse to having my photo taken but Circa 1910 and the story behind her jewelry gave me that little extra push that I wish more of us would give one another. It could be a beautiful thing if you just let your guard down for just a second.

See Amanda's photoshoot below:


For someone like myself, who is a hopeless perfectionist, I am often bound to the flawless scenarios in my head. Moments and wishes and hopes that all play out like a movie with a happy ending. Of course, if you are any sort of adult in today's world, you realize that more times than not, the perfect scenario you have in your head ends up going the complete opposite direction. I live in a constant state of longing for more from my happy moments simply because they did not live up to what I had envisioned. This leads to let down and disappointments in even the happiest of moments.

When I first heard that Romantic Homes wanted to do a spread on circa1910, I was elated. Beside myself with joy. I immediately began to dream up the magical way I would first see my company in a national magazine: I would visit my favorite grocery store (Publix, of course) with my fiance in hand. We would stroll down the magazine aisle while recording for all of social media to see. I would be ecstatic to see my bus on the front cover (dream on, little girl) and open it up to be swept away with a mess of emotion. Matt and I would hug and dance in the aisle and I would show a passerby the photos and they would recognize the bus and congratulate us.

Sometimes I am very selfish in the sense that I expect more and more from situations and never seem to be happy with what I have.

This scenario did not play out, in any sort of light, and I was severely disappointed...at first. The magazine was supposed to hit stands on August 8th and four days beforehand, I was receiving messages from people saying they had already picked up their copy. I accidentally saw the outside of the magazine a week before and the bus was not on the front cover (no one had told me it would be- again, I was just being selfish and wanting more.) There was an emergency with Matt's job and he was pulled out of town right before what I thought would be the most exciting day of our lives. I didn't want to spend the day alone, and I still wanted that fairytale moment in a grocery store, so I planned to visit my parents in my hometown and celebrate with them. We were going to take a trip to the store the day of the release: Tuesday. Two days before I was supposed to leave, my little rescue pup went into heat (right after I made her spay appointment). Then a day later, the very day I was supposed to leave, another of my dogs got sick in the house and left me presents for when I got home from the studio. It was a mess on top of a mess and I wondered why nothing in my life ever seemed to go how I had envisioned, then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was striving for perfection instead of living in the moment. Why hadn't I realized this sooner? I do this with literally everything in my life, and it ends up making me miserable in the long run.

So how did my magical moment of seeing our hard work in a national magazine play out, you ask? On the way home from dinner on Sunday night, with the very RHM issue in my lap that I refused to open, we did a U-turn into the Bi-Lo parking lot and walked inside holding hands. We went straight to the aisle, found the only issue left, sat on the floor and read it. No video cameras, no tears, no frills. Just Matt and myself rejoicing in the quiet moment. I wanted to yell at the whole store and hold it up above my head and cry and dance but I decided to live in the moment instead, to breathe it all in. We sat there quietly and smiled at each other after a few minutes. This not-so-perfect plan magically turned into one of my all-time favorite memories. This moment, this very moment, is what owning a small business with your best friend looks like in the most raw, real, and purest form. Sure there could be champagne and the whole world could have witnessed our moment through social media, but in the day and age where everything is posted online, I'm glad to have had this moment all to ourselves. I realized a tad bit more that just because something doesn't live up to my ridiculously high expectations, doesn't mean it's not entirely great in all its own right. If I spend every waking minute planning out how I want my life to go, I am going to be severely disappointed. I have to learn to love the imperfections and realize that those very blemishes are what truly make life great.


Have you heard of the times when art inspectors and authenticators find partial fingerprints either hidden inside a famous artist's work or on the back of it? The fingerprint was purely unintentional- what would be a flaw in the mind of the artist I'm sure, but in today's time, those little imperfections are what make the artwork even more valuable. They sky-rocket in price and in value, simply from a flaw.

Another example: When we first bought the bus and were trying to drive it home, the brand new brakes we spent 2 days putting on, caught on fire. Then it got stuck in a red Georgia clay ditch, in the middle of nowhere, right after it rained...2 days after Christmas. No tow-truck companies would answer their phones and we had to wait for a vehicle to finally pass to get anyone to help us. Then I dropped my sunglasses in the toilet of a Burger King...after I had used it. Those days were stressful but those moments of pure comic are what make them so great to think about. We still laugh at our misfortune. Thank God for our flawed plans working alongside His perfect will.

So as I spend today, August 8th, alone, I am grateful. I am promising myself to find joy in every moment from here on out, whether it goes my way or not. I choose to recognize the fingerprints. Happy Tuesday :)





 All photos by  The 2654 Project , Bluffton, South Carolina

All photos by The 2654 Project, Bluffton, South Carolina

Perhaps This is The Moment

Have you ever had something happen in your life that was a 'pinch me' kind of moment? Not just something that makes your day, or week, but something that goes above and beyond and makes the 'Top 3 Moments' list in the reel of magical memories that play in your mind?

When I started circa1910, I hoped for this moment. Wished and prayed and cried out...if I was meant to have a brand that went above and beyond to reach women, really speak to their souls, I was going to need some help. This company has been my everything for four and a half long, long years. Tears equally intertwined with moments of jumping up and down, working a stressful full time job then coming home to make jewelry and send emails until 1am. Chugging coffee and spending grocery money on new beads because I needed them and it seemed logical at the time. Doing everything I could to make sure I succeeded in the only thing I've ever known I wanted to do as a career: make a difference in somebody's life. If all went well, hopefully more than one somebody. So for years, I hustled until I felt like I just couldn't go on, and then I kept going because my family and friends were the gasoline to my metaphorical broken down little car. Sometimes they had to push me to a gas station so I could learn to fill my own tank, but they still kept moving me forward. This announcement is so much more than a 'moment' in my life. It is the open door to which I have been searching, knocking on any door I thought might be right, to keep circa1910 moving forward.

This is just the beginning of a success story for a tiny little company that was started by a broke 22 year old. She had a mission to empower women through self-confidence and to make a difference, no matter how big or small the outcome. She saved up $200 over the course of 2 months to buy her first set of gemstone beads. Today, she is proud to announce that her little bitty company is about to grow just a little bit more. You see, a few months ago, the story of her unique little bus boutique was picked up by a major, nationwide publication. They had originally planned to do a small feature on just the bus but when they heard the story of how circa1910 came to be, what it stood for, what the mission was, how the jewelry was made, they didn't take it lightly. The executive editor listened to this girl cry on the phone while telling the story of each individual puzzle piece that makes up the large picture of circa1910. They stretched a cool little story on a remodeled vintage bus, into a full blown, 4-page spread and website feature on circa1910 as a whole. On Tuesday, August 8th, 2017, the humble tale of this little handmade jewelry company will be all over the country.

So when you run to your nearest grocery store, pick up a copy of the Romantic Homes Magazine September issue, and see a familiar little bus with that unique sparkling jewelry that you love, please be sure to say a little prayer for all of the others who pick up the same magazine. Pray for self-love. Pray for self-acceptance. Pray for those who battle emotional and physical scars on a daily basis. Pray that someone, anyone, is touched by our story and our mission with this platform we have been graciously given.

We are so beyond thankful, grateful, humbled, for this unbelievable opportunity. We thank you for following along with our beautiful little company. For the prayers and constant kindness, for the daily reminders of why we do what we do, for the shared celebrations and unfailing encouragement- we wouldn't be about to embark on this magical journey if it weren't for your cheers and hugs and relentless kindness. 

Stay tuned for more exciting doors to open; something, someone, tells me this is just the beginning. (Also be sure to sign up for our email newsletter and keep an eye on our social media accounts for a big giveaway, a total website restock of nearly 100 pieces, and a fantastic discount- all in preparation for the magazine release.)


xoxo in the most sincere way,


I would like to thank Jo-Anne Coletti for taking notice of our cute little Melvin the Mini Bus, Margie Dombrowski for writing our beautiful feature, Vicki Smith for the suggestion that I reach out to RHM, Kristen Scott of The 2654 Project for the ridiculously gorgeous photographs, Amy DeVito of Amy Beth Events & Design for providing and arranging the gorgeous florals, and Gabby Todesco for doing my makeup (because I don't know how!).

"Perhaps this is the moment for which you have been created." - Esther 4:14

Role Model Call - Taylor

Taylor // 27 // Graphic Designer, iced coffee drinker, horror movie watcher, Coastal-Carolina traveler, embracer of the ugly laugh.


Please tell us a few words about yourself.: Hello! My name is Taylor, I have a deep love for coffee and paper, and I was born with a rare congenital disorder called Klippel–Trénaunay syndrome. It's through my struggles with this disorder that I've conquered, overcome, and grown into the person I am today - a girl with an endlessly compassionate heart and a deep love for humans that is also not afraid to stand up for what's good and right. It hasn't always been the easiest life, but I would go through every struggle ten-fold if I was still able to be who I am blessed to be.


Why would you like to model for circa1910?: Other than the fact that the jewelry is I N C R E D I B L E , I also have a serious love for the message that circa1910 stands for. I have seen first-hand the love that Kayla pours into the pieces she creates, and the women that wear them. To be able to model for this brand, and tell the world how wonderful it is would be a tremendous honor!


What makes you beautiful from the inside out?: I don't usually toot my own horn, but I think my welcoming spirit and warmth are a big part of what make be beautiful from the inside out. I love human interaction and just listening to people's stories, and something about that speaks into parts of our hearts that modern conveniences like social media have made us forget. We all want to be seen, we all want to be known.
I also love to be joyful and encouraging - I always strive to build others up and make sure the humans in my space are feeling their best.


What do you wish more women realized?

((I will scale it down from the laundry-list I have.)) I wish that women realized that we are enough! We were enough when we lost the boy. We were enough when we didn't get the job. We were enough when that brat in 4th grade made fun of our last name. We were enough when our friend decided they never wanted to return our calls ever again. And we will always be enough. The world puts so much effort into trying to help us "better ourselves" and they do that by showing us ways we aren't whole so they can fill us. But we are. All of our flaws, our jagged edges, our stories of loss and victory shape us into the glorious creatures we are. We should never doubt our abilities and what we can bring to the table, because even if you're bringing something as simple as sugar, somewhere down the line someone will need it to make their tea sweeter.


Do you have a mantra that you live by?

The mantra I live by the most is: "Be uncomfortable with being comfortable."

I have found that when I let myself settle, when I allow my heart to say, "this is enough, you don't need anything else," something happens. It can be anything - I am thrust into a new social situation, I lose a friend, I have to make hard choices, I discover a new skill I want to master - but something inevitably arises. I think it's the universe's little way of making sure I keep going when I feel content to just sit, because we are all biologically ingrained to be cautious creatures, but we are all called to something bigger and greater than a life of aimless caution. We should always be open to those moments of "uncomfort" because they can take you to a place you couldn't have dreamt of going.


Do you mind sharing your insecurities, either physical or emotional?

((I don't mind - all about that uncomfortable life haha))

From an early age I knew I was different. I grew up road-tripping to Lexington, Kentucky from our small Georgia town with my parents every few months and have vivid memories of Hardee's hashbrowns in car seats, toys in waiting rooms, and x-ray machines that resulted in receiving Barbie stickers if I stayed still. I was born with a condition called Klippel-Trenaunay Syndrome and it's so rare that I've never met another soul with it. One in 100,000 people are living with this everyday, and although it's been a great struggle for me, I'm one of the luckier ones. I was born with a birthmark that criss-crossed bright red marks all down both sides of my body from, literally, head to foot, my right leg was shorter than my left, and one finger on each of my hands was significantly larger than the others. My parents are perpetually my heroes, because from birth they fought for me - they fought the insurance company to pay for my laser surgeries to remove my birthmark that would have turned into large masses that would have covered my body over time, and they fought to ensure I always had the best of care when it came to my rare disorder. I got the treatments, had surgery to make my legs the same length, and went upward and onward.

It wasn't until I hit puberty that my right leg began to swell, which is normal for those that have KTS. It was great that I preferred t-shirts by Bum Equipment over dresses from Limited Too because I did not want anyone to see my "mishapen body", and middle school was hell enough as it was. I was in a constant state of wishing I looked like someone else - whether it was having another girl's hair, looking skinnier, or something as simple as having two matching ankles so I could wear shorts instead of jeans on hot summer days. I would hear girls talk about their pores or split ends, and while I was glad I didn't have those insecurities, I also resented them for not realizing how lucky they were to be "normal". I remember when I had one of my first boyfriends in high school, and how nervous I was for him to do something as simple as hold my hand, praying he wouldn't see my larger fingers entangled with his and think I was a freak.

Fast-forwarding to college, I began to not care so much. I wore the shorts, rocked the bathing suits, sported the dresses, and embraced the body I had. Sure, I can always wish for a slimmer figure or tanner skin, but after 27 years of hating what God made me, I am at peace with it. My story is mine and no one else's and I'm thankful for that. Sometimes I worry when I make new friends if they're thinking, "what is up with this girl's leg?!" or when my leg is aching and I can't go exploring as long as everyone else I hope they don't think I'm a party pooper. But this is life, this is my life, and things could be much worse. If this hand I've been dealt can be a bright spot of overcoming and endurance that gives hope to someone else, they hell yes my calling has been found and I'm grateful for this journey of mine. It's not easy everyday, but it's always worth it.


How do you fight to overcome those insecurities?

I overcome them by seeking peace in the people that love me for more than my outward appearance, knowing that I'm more than a swollen leg with soft tissue and varicose veins, and honestly just getting out and doing things I love because that's what life's all about.


How do you hope to see women affected by your Role Model Call photoshoot?

I hope that my photoshoot will inspire others to do what Justin Bieber says and "Love Yo'self" (and treat yo'self - girls we all work so hard!). Almost daily I struggle with anxiety and feeling like I am a hot mess express that can't get it together, but I always have to stop and find my center again. The world will crush your spirit, take your joy, and make you feel less than in the blink of an eye - but if you remember your worth, believe wholly in yourself, and embrace the life you've been entrusted to live, you'll always be joyful, gracious, and appreciative for the insane ups and downs that come with living a good and whole life.



View Taylor's photoshoot below:

To Thrift-finity and Beyond

Do you ever have one of those days that just makes you laugh? Almost like the whole entire universe lined up to make your day just a little bit brighter right when you needed it. Today was that day for me. I had been planning all week to take today off and do something I haven't had the time to do in 4 months: hit up all my favorite local thrift stores. To some that may sound like a longggg day, because let's face it, you could spend all day in and out of thrift stores and walk away empty-handed. I'll admit, I do get a 'thrift find high' as I like to call it, when I score something really great but I go mostly for the thrill of it. I decided to make today all about me (rarely done) and instead of going to a spa or shopping for clothing like most normal women, I participated in what can only be described as "thrift-tail therapy."

I had barely walked 3 feet into my first stop when I see a beaded strand that catches my eye. I didn't notice the necklace itself right away but when I did, I called Matt immediately. The necklace was handmade by a local lady I am all too familiar with, as she is notorious for stealing others' designs (mine included), adding a small change, and claiming it as her own. The $90 necklace was in the thrift store for $4 but half off because it hadn't sold. I bought it for $2 because, why not? I loved the stone beads! I am definitely not mocking anyone but sometimes the universe reminds me that karma is real and if "you put good in, you get good out." Always be honest and kind; your actions will come back to either make you better, or make you bitter.

I found a few cool things at my next stop including an antique silver tray with the antique store price tag of $75 but I scored it for just $5. When I was checking out, the lady admired my engagement ring and asked about the wedding. When she asked the date, I chose to say April because we still aren't sure of the exact date. She exclaimed, "No way! April what?" So I told her we were thinking the 21st. Her eyes lit up like sparklers and she excitedly said, "Oh! That's my anniversary!" We laughed at the strange coincidence and upon finding out more details of how we had to move our original date that was supposed to be this year in October, she stopped laughing, looked me in the eyes and put her hand on mine, and said, "You're not going to believe this...my husband and I originally planned our wedding for October and a few months beforehand, we moved it to April 21st..." We were both stunned. You know what is amazing? Had this lady not been so friendly and warm in conversation, I would never have found out how similar our circumstances were. I'd like to think it was a little reminder to open up to strangers and be friendly...and also that I have not been forgotten about. I think God thought I needed that little laugh and reminder that "every little thing's gonna be alright."

I also saw my mother-in-law's Hispanic doppelgänger and ran up to hug her only to realize at the last second that was not her...so that made me laugh. I tried to take a picture to send to Matt and the lady caught me but was nice about it. A middle-aged man behind me at Starbucks asked if I "was still growing or if that's the tallest you're ever gonna get?" Then he thought I was 16 years old. Didn't bother me, I just chocked it up to good genes. Oh! I almost forgot. I did find a pair of authentic suede German lederhosen and almost bought them but they weren't my size.

Hope your Friday was just as entertaining as mine was!

It's Not Me, It's You

I had just shut off my computer and packed it away to take to the studio when a song came on my Pandora that I had never heard before. It was by Kesha and it was called “Praying.” I’ve never been a Kesha fan, and I’m not a huge fan of pop music, but this one felt like it was speaking right to me. If you have ever struggled with deep, dark pain, and felt the riptide of unforgiveness dragging you under the current, I urge you to give it a listen. It may just help you learn to float above the waves.

I have buried these feelings deep down inside me for most of my life, but over the past month, they were abruptly dug up and exposed to the world against my will, so I’m doing what I do best in hopes that my raw pain and openness will help someone else: writing about it. If my story touches just one person and speaks to them, my 26 years of pain will have been worth it.

My biological father doesn’t want me.

That one sentence outlines everything I have done, will do, have felt, will feel, everything I am today. It is harsh and all things negative and while it comes to my mind, daily, hourly, by the minute, haunts my dreams and makes me think irrationally, leaves me in depths of depression and has brought on thoughts of suicide, it has also defined who I am today. I am who I am because of what I’ve been through, and I keep pushing upward.

He knows me and knows who I am. He knows what I’ve done and accomplished. He knows how hard I strive to be the best version of myself at all times, no matter how exhausting it is. He knows how I push to try and live out what I preach: kindness, genuineness, love to all. He still doesn’t want me.

When I was 20 years old, I decided I wanted to meet him. My mother warned me, but I fought against her wishes, and I’m actually glad I did, despite what I feel toward him now. She was right about everything, but I needed to know for myself. Years of not feeling worthy of love, not understanding why someone who is supposed to be my parent, doesn’t want to love me, has shaken me in a way that only this particular circumstance can. But as I grow from this experience, I realize, “It’s not me, it’s you.” My heart is rubbed raw, but it’s beginning to feel again. To heal again. I refuse to let someone who doesn’t want me, to dictate how I live my life. So as I listened to this song by Kesha, and realized I wasn’t even crying, I realized that I just wanted to write it all down. I’m ready to forgive…not for him, but for myself. I’m putting my self first and I’m set on healing my own wounds. Forgiving someone who would never ask for forgiveness is one of the toughest things I have ever done. It makes me sick to my stomach and makes my insides turn, but I will forgive. I am better than harboring heartbreak.

I wrote the following excerpt a few weeks after he cut me from his life for good, when he forced our wedding to be canceled.


To Finally See The Sea

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. While I believe that to be true to some extent, I think even the kindest, calmest eyes can harbor a hurricane of destruction caused by rejection, pain, grief, heartbreak. Sometimes the most genuine people in the world, are exactly who they are, because of the painful lives they’ve led. The best way to make sure no one else goes through what you have experienced, is to educate them and lead by example.

I am a product of the people around me. Each of those who love me have given me a part of themselves in one way or another. Puzzle pieces that make up the larger picture of my life, all given to me by my family and friends. I am who I am, because of who they are.

From a young age I learned what it meant to pursue my dreams, no matter the obstacles. My mother became pregnant with me at the young age of 19. She raised me while also working full time to support the both of us. She didn’t get to go to college right away but graduated with honors when I was 10 years old. She had 2 children by this point, and pushed forward to make the Dean’s List. At age 42, she was diagnosed with Stage 2 breast cancer and won with flying colors while remaining a true rock for our whole family. She had strength I didn’t and courage I never thought I could muster, but she taught me how to stare fear in the eyes and challenge it to a dual with a smile on my face. I got all of that from her, but the only thing I got from you were my eyes.

When I was four years old my mom married a wonderful man. We didn’t see eye to eye most of the time, but as I grew up I learned to see that just because he was a tough man of few words, didn’t mean he didn’t love me as his own. He doesn’t say much but that’s okay; his actions have always spoken- yelled- louder. When I couldn’t afford new tires on my car and they were going flat every time I drove, he saved up and paid for it without my knowing. I tried to thank him and he wouldn’t take credit. That’s the kind of man he is. Sometimes when I’m explaining my family situation to someone new, I refer to him as my “step”father; not because he’s not my real father, but exactly because he is. We may not share blood but we share a bond that cannot be unhinged. He is the man who “step”ped up and he deserves every title of “Daddy.” For a few years, blinded by my desperation to have a connection with you, I thought that you had given me my entrepreneurial spirit. I later learned that wasn’t the case at all. THIS man, who pushed me to save my money and get a full time job at 15 years old, who helped me apply to jobs and who I have seen work 14 hour days at his own business for as many years as I can remember- THIS man gave all of that to me. All I got from you were my eyes.

Time and time again my fiancé has shown me what it means to truly love someone, with every ounce of his being. It was picking me up from our front lawn in a tear-stained heap and carrying me inside when I found out you had shut the door in my face, yet again. It was coming to find me at 2am on a week night because in a rampage of depression and self-loathing, I had snuck out and driven down the road contemplating suicide yet again because of the damage you had caused. It was asking me to marry him despite the baggage he knew I refused to let go of even though my body and mind were too weak to carry them, so he carried them for me, never making me let go, just encouraging me to for my own sanity. It is the way he stays positive and even-headed in every storm, when I allow my boat to be rocked ferociously.  It is the way he makes sure I know he loves me, because I constantly doubt that someone can possibly love me, after knowing that you refuse to. Relentlessly reminding me that I am wanted and loved, though I am sure I exhaust him with my constant questioning. He has shown me in infinite ways how he loves me and how to love others unconditionally despite my pain, but all I got from you were my eyes.

My mother- and father-in-law are relentlessly selfless. Each of them have dropped everything they were doing to help me when I was in need. Whether it was driving 3 hour round trip up to Charleston to tow my car back in the rain, spending 4 hours shopping at a wholesale bead show or working countless hours to help finish the bus, they never expect anything in return. They give and give and give, and just like Matt, remain positive and happy through it all. I have learned so much respect, so many life skills, and how to lend a hand to anyone who needs it without expecting recognition, from them. The only thing I got from you were my eyes.

My best friend has shown me how to unapologetically be myself in a world that pushed me daily to conform. He has shown me how to love all people without limits or expectations. My other best friend has shown me how to be good: a good person, a good friend, a good everything. She has a 100lb. heart of gold and kindness and light that has made me a better person by the truckloads. I learned to stay true to myself and make my own path in this world from my younger sister. Watching her blossom into exactly who she was always meant to be, is a reward within itself. My little brother has shown me how to give until I feel like I can’t give anymore, and then give keep giving anyways. These people all taught me how to be the best version of myself, at every chance I get, but all I got from you were my eyes.

You won’t be taking who I am with you this time. I’m anchored in my own sea, surrounded by my family and friends in lifeboats, just in case I ever feel like I’m going under again.  I grew up always wondering what I got from you and now I finally know the truth: The best parts of me were never found in you, and I’m thankful the only thing I got from you were my eyes.

CEO - Caretaking Essential Officer

Let me start off by saying that I am not a mother, nor do I plan to become one anytime soon. I am just a strong admirer and onlooker of all the mothers in my life. I don't have a first-hand experience in raising a child and being responsible for the entire life of another human being...man, what a high-pressure job that is! I personally believe that mothers should get more than one day a year to be celebrated, dads too. We don't thank them enough for all they do for us in our adult lives, and we sure as hell don't thank them enough for cleaning our dirty diapers, chasing us around the house, rescuing us from drinking bleach, throwing ourselves on the floor crying when we didn't get that toy at Wal-Mart, showing up at ever softball game and yelling out our names for encouragement even though we were busy picking flowers off in right field. (Stolen experience from mine and my sibling's childhood...love you ma!)

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Allow Me to Re-Introduce Myself

In light of the recent social media blowing up craziness (hello, really not crazy at all. More like AWESOMENESS), I thought I'd introduce myself for all of the circaNewbies. Welcome the family! Take off your shoes and stay a little while. Tell me a little about yourself! In the meantime, I'll tell you a little bit about me.

My name is Kayla and I am the 26 year old co-owner of the jewelry company and vintage bus boutique, circa1910. Together with my fiancé, Matt, and our three rescue pups, we are trying to run the world (lol, jk) build a platform to encourage and instill self confidence in women. I am a huge advocate for empowering women and reiterating the fundamental fact: you are MORE than enough.

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Concrete Illness

One of my all-time favorite sights is to see a little flower or puff of grass growing through broken concrete. That small, delicate little flower pushed and pushed its way through a substance that even an 80,000 pound semi can't crack. How did it push through? It kept growing. It persevered. It prevailed. It was smothered by the weight of the world and it didn't stop until it saw the light of day.

I wanted to open up about something that I have kept hidden. I don't announce it on social media, I don't talk about it in regular conversation, and unless someone asks how I'm doing, I avoid the topic altogether.

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Learning to Swim

Today I bought a new camera. A beautiful, vintage-inspired mirrorless Fujifilm that I will have to teach myself to learn. It was very expensive and I had a mini panic attack when clicking the 'confirm purchase' button, but it was necessary, because I have issues with comfort.

I hate change. I hate learning new things that require effort, because I'm afraid of failure. I hesitate on nearly anything and everything and constantly question myself, my motives, my decisions.

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Jordan + Uri's Story - Custom Necklace Design

I was boo-hooing like a baby when I read the message that my sweet friend Jordan sent me a few months ago. My friend Taylor and I were headed out shopping and she looks over in her front seat (because I was being too quiet I presume) to find my face tear-stained and my eyes red and puffy.

"What is wrong with you?!" she asked jokingly, knowing I wasn't sad but more than likely crying over a baby sloth video I stumbled upon on Facebook.

"You have to listen to this story...it's amazing..." I managed to stammer out through blowing my nose. Taylor looked at me like she had a bad taste in her mouth but also with a smirk on her face because she knows how emotional I get over sappy things (and puppies, let's be real.)

I read to her the story in the exact way that Jordan typed it out and that's how I'm going to share it with you all (with Jordan and Uri's permission of course.)

"I love old keys and locks, LOVE them. About 2 months after Uri and I started courting (yes that's the word he used) he gave me this old key on a leather strap. Nothing fancy, but I loved it. Wore it pretty much all the time. Sometimes as a necklace but usually as a bracelet."

"Fast forward to a Sunday in September 2009 and his amazing proposal. My ring was on an old english lock that his dad had given him. The key to get the ring off? It was the key he had given me way before hand, the key I had been carrying around without any clue what he eventually planned."

"It was awesome and special! Here we are about to celebrate 7 years married and the poor key has gotten some rough treatment. I don't wear it nearly as much, if at all. So you being able to transform it into something new will be a dream!"

Jordan had a few requests for the necklace:
•She wanted their birthstones, aquamarine and amethyst, incorporated
•Something copper, the traditional gift of the 7th anniversary
•Shades of blue and green
•The original leather cording (if I could figure out a way to incorporate it...which I did and I'm pretty proud haha!)

I toyed around with the design for a few weeks before I felt I had gotten it just right. I managed to incorporate all of her requests in a way that flowed nicely and all coincided, including using green amethyst instead of the more commonly know purple (That was my aha! moment). The necklace is fully adjustable from a short length to long, thanks to the original leather cording, and there are hints of copper as an accent throughout the cool, coastal colors.

I had a great idea to surprise Jordan by beading the bottom strand of different shaped vintage glass pearls into the morse code for their precious 1 year old daughter's name- Lorelei. Each letter was encased by the small copper beads.

(P.S. How gorgeous is the name Lorelei!?)

And here is the beautiful human being that is sweet Jordan, rocking her new necklace!

Thanks Jordan, for sharing your story and entrusting me with such a special and meaningful project!

A Touch of Whimsy

I love wearing something pleasantly unexpected. It's usually a really kickass piece of jewelry but every once in a great while I like to mix it up and throw on a favorite thrift store find.

Thrift stores are a mecca of under-appreciated awesome clothing. I've scored many great things among my 26 years and this skirt is in the top 10 of my list. It adds just a touch of whimsy and I kept it under the radar with a simple sleeveless sweater, gorgeous jewels and a leather belt. I also paired it with knee-high leather boots. 

Fun fact: most of the outfits circa1910 posts on Instagram include some sort of awesome thrift find!

I don't find things every time I go thrifting, and it usually requires a great amount of digging/searching (and hand sanitizer- just in case), but I live for the thrill nonetheless! A little thrifting tip I always use: if you find something great and don't know how to use/wear it right away, get it anyway and figure that out later. I can't tell you how many times I passed on things that I kicked myself afterwards. It's kind of like buyer's remorse...except the opposite. Of course...that 'trick' is probably the reason our attic is filled with projects and treasures and clothing I haven't found a use for yet 😜

On another note, this week has been quite the adjustment. My fiance, Matt, travels so much for his job during the holidays that I'm usually left to fend for myself. The first few days aren't bad at all. I usually clean the whole house, top to bottom, then revel in my accomplishment by relaxing for a moment on the couch then getting back to work. It always hits me just how much I miss him by day 3 though. Matt and I never, ever fight. Sometimes we disagree on small things but never have a cross word. We get along so well, it's just...easy. I don't think either of us ever feels like we need a break from each other so it's harder on me when he leaves because he's my best friend. I end up sharing the funny jokes I come up with to the dogs and they just don't quite have the same reaction...

Thankfully, these nearly 3 weeks apart from Matt have been made better by staying busy with circa1910 and a photoshoot with Kristen of The 2654 Project at my house on Tuesday. She stayed well past how long she intended to but I was beyond thankful for the human interaction- and with such a great friend! Love love love her! And I mean, just look at these photos she took a few weeks ago...so dreamy 😍  

P.S. SURPRISE! We're having a flash sale!! Take 20% off all website orders from now until Sunday at midnight! Use code: MerryChristmas at checkout.
Also use code: FREESHIP for free shipping on all orders over $75!

Outfit Details:

Top- Forever21
Crenoline skirt- Thrift store find for $5
Belt- American Eagle (sold out)
Boots- Born (sold out)
Necklaces- Hypnotized Necklace, Built to Last Necklace, Bold as Love Necklace

Beautiful photos by The 2654 Project, Bluffton, South Carolina

Army Green + Navy

I was too excited to stop by local coffee shop, Pluff Mudd, yesterday and grab a frozen treat before dinner. I threw together this outfit and had it on in about 3 minutes because basic pieces are my go-to and are always easy to dress up or down or mix and match.

The way I see it, clothing fades or goes out of style. You can grow out of it mentally and physically. The key is to spend less on clothing itself and instead, invest in quality accessories that will last you a lifetime. Shoes, belts, jewelry- it's all in the details. I'm not just saying that because I, myself, make jewelry. I have always been a firm believer that outfits are truly made great through the creative and clever use of add-ons.

For example, since my fiancee and myself are pretty big 'car people', say you go to a used car lot. You want a nice looking car but all of the ones there are fairly basic. They are exactly what you know you need but there's just something missing. You can pay more for an expensive looking car at a new dealership and break the bank, or you can buy a less expensive one, same quality, and modify it to make it match your personality. Add tinted windows, nice rims, maybe a paint job and there you have it! 

Same car, different perspective.

Would you believe me if I told you this whole outfit (minus the jewelry) cost less than $30?

Outfit and jewelry details are down below!

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•Tee is American Eagle from their Soft & Sexy Collection and I got it on a big sale at an outlet mall. (Softest shirt you could ever own)
•Vest is a few years old from Old Navy and I scored this at a second hand store for $6. They don't have anything else similar but I found this one at Macy's that is on serious sale.
•Boyfriend jeans are also by American Eagle but I bought these at TJ Maxx for $16.
•Boots are made by Rocket Dog but I scored these at a thrift store, brand new, on sale for $2!!


Make it Better Necklace - Antique Coin
Middle Necklace Coming Soon to www.circa1910jewelry.com
•Bracelet coming soon to www.circa1910jewelry.comwww.circa1910jewelry.com

Emerald Dream with a Hurricane Twist

My oh my, has it been a long week. Last Tuesday we found out we would be evacuating so instead of hitting hours of traffic the next day, we decided to drive through that night to my parents a few hours away from the coast. I threw everything I own (that's an exaggeration) into a suitcase and loaded down my car with every sentimental item I could think of in my time of panic (old family photos, my great-great-grandmother's sewing scissors, antique jewelry given to me by sweet friends, and of course these gorgeous Frye boots and many other pairs). I also brought with me nearly 20 pounds of jewelry!

The hardest part was the waiting. I knew the hurricane would hit early Saturday morning so I was beside myself trying to enjoy our 'hurrication' while also trying to push the thought of what we might come back to into the dusty, cobweb ridden corner of my mind of things I never thought would happen to me. We tried to stay in antique stores as much as possible so my mind would be busy focusing on buying trinkets to make pretty jewelry for you guys. That strategy worked about 50% of the time ;)

Thankfully, our house only managed to take on debris, fallen branches and lost power. Our back yard did flood about 2 feet but we had prepared and anything that may have gotten damaged was put up high on shelves in the garage before we left. 

One of my biggest concerns was losing Melvin the Mini Bus, but I am so happy to say that he weathered the storm and was a champ! No water damage, no fallen trees, no broken windows. What a trooper :)

We traveled back to Beaufort as soon as we were allowed to, exactly a week after we evacuated, and I cried when I pulled into the driveway. We had left our house 95% sure that we'd lose everything based on the predictions of Hurricane Matthew, and much to our surprise we were extremely fortunate to only have to clean up the yard. Many of our neighbors are dealing with massive amounts of damage to their homes and we are working diligently to help as many people as we can. (Sorry for the delay in answering emails/messages and shipping out orders...we have no power and limited internet and our post offices are still closed.) 

I can't help but feel guilty when people ask how our house fared...we didn't experience any damage that we can find. I know it's so terrible to go through a thing like this, but seeing strangers help and donate and feed one another in a time of crisis really puts the 'feel goods' back into my heart. I am so blessed to live in this sweet community that I call home.

I am thankful I got to spend so much time with my family and in my hometown of Augusta, GA. The downtown area there is filled with history and beautiful old buildings. I found this romper for under $30 so that made me a little happier. Anyone who knows me, knows that I don't think rompers are very flattering on anyone but this one fits like a dress and doesn't give me the dreaded 'granny booty' (as I so nicely like to call it.) I paired it with the Frye boots I got on a killer flash sale from freepeople.com, a vintage leather belt that was my grandmother's, and layers of circa1910, of course. Links to all outfit pieces are listed below.

Thanks for reading and following along with my crazy life! We are the only house in our big neighborhood without power (and extremely limited internet) so I'm off to wash my hair with freezing cold water and a flash light! ;) (Gotta find the humor in it- always!)


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Change of Heart Bracelets in Solid Vintage Chain and Antique Buckle

Alexsis' Story

"Like every one, I struggle with common day anxieties and stresses but, unlike every one, I was chosen to tell my story and to overcome those problems. I was chosen because I was brave and I felt moved to apply to be a part of this beauty campaign; to be a part of something that showcases the light for which all of us have inside."

"My name is Alexsis Gladstone and I have pretty long tresses and big green eyes. These are attributes for which I’ve been given; things that make me pretty in our society. Certainly, I am grateful for what I have been blessed with but I also know that it can leave at any time. I didn’t have to work to be pretty on the outside but I have to work to be pretty on the inside. I don’t take pride in being told silly nothings about my looks but I do when they are about what others see in me; about when people comment on my kindness, gracefulness and caring heart. These make me happy because these are what I work hard to for. I work hard to be a genuine woman in a time of wishy-washy people. I work hard to be proud for standing strong for my God, myself and my family."

"Standing strong and being positive isn’t always easy. I’ve have been through—and overcome—many obstacles in my 21 years that have taught me the value of searching for light in a dark place. Someone that I love, care for and hold dear has been diagnosed with mental illness which has made me feel heartbroken and insufficient; has made me realize the truly important things in life. Within the last couple of years, I have struggled with pain in my abdomen and doctors who don’t wish to help; misdiagnosing me which, in turn, has left me to deal with it on my own. I’ve since lost my medical coverage so it’s been an uphill battle of good days and bad days. In the midst of this, my father was hurt on the job which then made him loose it; we then lost our home and
were technically “homeless” as we lived in a camper for over a year and a half at a local camp ground. During this time, I went to school (during both my Sophomore and Junior year at USCB) with a smile on my face and no one the wiser. I was a member (and a director) of a sorority on campus (and have since left because of the way it made me feel), inducted into a chapter of an English Honor Society at my school and maintained a job at Kate Spade for almost three years."

"This past summer has been a very uplifting time as my family and I finally moved to a home (in Savannah), was accepted as a writing-intern-turned-freelance-writing-position at a communications company and began my senior year. I also started a women’s bible study with a group of ladies at my school for which has given me an outlet to connect with other women who might be struggling, too!

Naturally, as a smiley person, I have come to realize the importance of a smile. I have come to understand that, though someone might seem to be happy on the outside, you never truly know what’s happening on the other side of that smile."

"This inner-beauty campaign has allowed me to take a look at who I am, to write it into words and to spread it out. I’m not pretending that telling my story will heal my wounds nor that my heart isn’t completely rubbed raw and open for all to see. But I am putting one foot forward in the hopes of allowing others to view what I’ve been through and then put their own stories into words so that they can see they are beautiful from their struggles, too; that they have overcome and will continue to without fail because they are strong of heart, mind and will."

Beautiful photos by The 2654 Project, Bluffton SC

Amber's Story

"Growing up in the Marine Corps came with a lot of sacrifices. Nine moves in 17 years.  Bouncing between schools, adjusting to yet another new neighborhood, making new friends and only to have to give it all up in two or three years. Making new friends every time we moved was the hardest for me. I was the typical shy, smart kid. When kids wanted to talk to me it was generally because they needed help with school work. I often ate lunch alone and would draw or read until next period. When we moved to Glenview, IL and I started high school, I decided to graduate a year early. I knew we would likely move in three years and hated the idea of starting over my senior year at a new school." 

"So I studied and worked at the school library during my lunch period for extra credit. I graduated in 2005 and just as I thought, we were due to move. Just a few months after graduation we moved to Beaufort and that was 11 years ago now. I went to USCB and earned my business degree. I barely made it through college. Traveling between the two campuses, long times between classes and I worked. It was incredibly overwhelming. After college I went into retail management and had great success there. I was the department/store flipper. If a department or store was struggling I was pulled in to help turn it around. I received a lot of praise and awards during this time. Even with all of my career success, I really struggled with being happy and confident in who I was and what I brought to the table. Surely all of the nice things being said by my bosses, my customers and all of the positive things I had received were just luck or because they were being nice to me, I had a terrible time accepting that I worked hard for what I had. It wasn't people feeling bad for me. I EARNED those things. It really wasn't until maybe 2 or 3 years ago that I really believed that." 

"Fast forward a few years and I made a transition from retail management to personal training, which was completely by accident. I wasn't an athlete. I had never ran a mile. This had brought on a fresh sense of self doubt. I studied like crazy and was fortunate to have met someone who worked at a community fitness facility that needed extra help. I worked at that club, and several other clubs, learning as much as I could from other personal trainers I admired and the business owners. I learned how to help people move more efficiently, reduce pain levels and improve their quality of life. Though I didn't realize it at the time, my clients helped me as much as I helped them." 

"Over the last four years I've worked so hard to get to the point where I run my own business. This is where it has all come full circle for me and I can see with such clarity. I didn't have a lot of friends growing up but I had my family. Because of them I am unshakable. I had fears and doubts about my worth and what I could contribute to the world. My clients remind me all the time how much better they feel because of our work together. Because of them, I am confident and know what I bring to the table. I wasn't an athlete growing up but because I worked hard at it and now I am strong."

 "I'm 28 and I'm just now getting to the point where I breathe easy. The fears and doubts of inadequacy are so far now. That isn't to say that they don't pop up periodically but now I have all of these wonderful people and experiences to remind me it's just a passing moment. For all of the women in my life, I feverishly hope that you, no matter your age, ethnicity, religion, race or orientation, learn to be unshakable. That you learn to feel confident. Not just in your skin, but in your soul. I hope you know that you bring so much more to the table than just your looks. That strength comes in many forms and you are so strong. I hope that you find a way to put aside your fears and doubts so you can use the fierceness I see in you and use it for whatever you are passionate about. Lastly, I hope that we all lift each other up and pull each other forward. It's because of the people in my life that have lifted me up, pulled and pushed me forward, that I have grown to be the woman I am today. If we all managed to do that for each other, I think the world would be a pretty remarkable place."

Beautiful photos by The 2654 Project, Bluffton, SC

Women vs. Women

This beautiful Sunday morning, I woke up like any other. As the sun peeked through the blinds of my window, I blindly fumbled for my phone over on the window sill. Call me a millennial (I'm not), but I always check my phone for new messages, emails, etc. before I even get out of bed. It's kind of my routine wake-up procedure. Like clockwork, Kayla has to check for messages.

Photo by The 2654 Project

Today was a little different as I began scrolling through Facebook, something I try not to do because I'll easily get sucked into the memes, dog videos, and occasionally, a dark emotional rabbit hole. Today's rabbit hole was a beauty advertisement for a natural skincare company. Doesn't sound so bad, right? It caught my eye because there was a beautifully tan, fit girl frolicking on a beautiful beach with blue waters and my first thought was, "Man I'd like to be at a beach like that!" My second thought was, "Woah she's pretty." No big deal.

I was actually slightly interested in the product so I clicked on the comment section to see if anyone had any insight. What I saw instead brought me to tears and horrified me just minutes after waking up.

"She looks great now but just wait till she is older, wrinkled and has to see a dermatologist"

"Heard of Melanoma ??"

"The product seems ok I guess, I wouldn't use it. But perhaps in the future, you could use a model with a more realistic and natural body type? This is not the representation of an average nor HEALTHY body."

"Wow. Will it also give me that ZERO BMI look as well?"

"She needs to eat"

"Damn she needs to gain some weight!"

And the worst of all, that I just couldn't ignore:

And so on and so forth. My heart broke into a million pieces for this poor girl. The beauty company tried to kindly reply to some comments and explain that she was Maorian, hence her dark skin tone. (I swear I don't understand the idiocracy of skintone shaming- those who do it can't get it into their thick heads that skintones aren't just brown and white, that there's hundreds and hundreds of varying colors in between yet  *gasp* we are all human!)

Next up, her weight. She had abs. She had healthy, strong looking arms. You could see a little of her breastplate but some bodies are naturally designed that way no matter how much the person weighs. So why were people tearing her down? I creeped on some of the nay-sayers. The women were often fuller-figured and some wore a lot of makeup.

Then it hit me, hard. Insecurity. When a woman feels insecure in her own skin, she is so quick to judge others aloud. We've all participated in this seamlessly harmless game. "Look what this girl is wearing!" we whisper to our friends, all the while thinking how you wish you looked like her. Giving a girl at a bar, whom you don't even know, a dirty look because she's smiling and laughing and flirting with some guys, dressed in a cute little mini dress and heels with long flowing hair and tan skin. She's confident and couldn't care less about your judgy eyes and it makes you angrier because you wish you had her confidence. We feel the need to tear others down when we ourselves feel less than good enough.

I started circa1910 because I loved making jewelry and loved the idea of the potential platform it could give me to speak out about self-confidence. I jumped full force into that mission when I saw how my mom's confidence was left crippled after a mastectomy for Stage 2 breast cancer. It broke my heart and allowed me to see the world through a different lens. I saw how plummeting confidence didn't just affect those with obvious physical inconveniences, but rather every single person I had ever known struggled in one way or another. I began picking up on the small comments I had never noticed before. Suddenly, "I need to lose 10 pounds" looked more like:

"I don't like my body." 

"I notice thin women everywhere I go. I wonder if my husband wished I looked like that."
"Maybe I should do a liquid diet for a few days." 
"I'm dreading summer because I don't want to wear a swimsuit."

circa1910 continues to spread love and body positivity because as women, the odds are against us. We buy expensive makeup to cover our skin instead of loving it. The media and clever marketing make us feel like we need this or that to be better. We buy nice clothing and namebrand everything because it makes us feel good, when in reality, you yourself are enough.

A little tough love: If you are not happy with your body, join the club. Most of us aren't. But don't you DARE be one of those people who makes someone feel bad about themselves so that you can feel better. That's not how it works. Be a good person, genuine, kind, intelligent, funny. Be YOU naturally, and confidence is sure to follow.