Apple Mountain, Georgia

I’ve been back from holiday for almost a week now, and I’m only just finally getting round to getting the pictures on the blog. Actually, I guess that’s kind of a record for me considering it has taken me, you know, over a year to share some photos from my trips before! This time though, I only managed to look through my photos last night, and we haven’t even had the chance to get the photos off Ben’s camera yet – we’ve been so busy since we got back with work, my birthday (woop!), Brownies, collecting cats, unpacking…ignore those half full suitcases still on the spare bed please…
I actually managed to persuade (read: force) family members and Ben into taking a few different lots of outfit posts on this holiday for me, so I decided to dive in with those before going all out holiday snaps on you, but that’s not going to stop me talking about the holiday while I’m at it!
It’s a pretty difficult task to do though – you get home and everyone asks you how your holiday was, what the weather was like, what you did, and you’re expected to sum it up in a few concise sentences. But I find our holidays can’t generally be summarised into something so short, mostly because we tend to do a lot of stuff. So in the past, I’ve separated my travels down into specific days, but I don’t really plan to do that this time. I’ll probably just end up sharing snippets of the holiday here and there along with outfits.
Our first week was spent at Apple Mountain resort in Georgia, near the town of Clarksville, about a 2 hours’ drive north from Atlanta. As soon as we began exploring the area around the apartment, my sister pointed to this area and said: “Sian! That spot would be perfect for your photos!” – really put herself into that situation, didn’t she?! In actual fact, I didn’t manage to rope her into doing photos here, and I barely managed to get any outfit photos this first week. It was quite a casual area, and a little chilly on mornings and evenings, so I kept the majority of my dresses and “fancier” clothes stashed away in favour of more “sensible” pieces.

Gingham “Dolores” Top: Collectif | Denim Skirt: New Look | Gingham Wedges: Clarks Outlet

This was my very poor attempt at a 50s Marilyn Monroe style post – I apologise. It really had to go in there though!
Anywho, this is one of the more me outfits I wore for a meal out one evening. There weren’t a huge amount of eateries around where we stayed (in comparison to our second week especially), but the ones we did visit were still good – including a 2 for 1 deal on proper stonebaked pizza at a local one, a giant bowl of pasta at another, and the most amazing pork rinds at Hawg Wild BBQ. Incidentally, despite it being a “BBQ & Catfish house”, the catfish I ordered was unavailable – boo! Apparently the area is famed for catfish, so I’d wanted to try some, and unfortunately didn’t spot it on the menu anywhere else, so my chance is gone!
This top is the silhouette from Collectif that I’m obsessed with. They make tops in various different patterned fabrics of this, and I already own a navy polka dot one, but they also make dresses in the same style too, both fitted and flared – both of which styles I also own but haven’t yet properly blogged about (you can see one of the dresses here though). Seriously though, if I could just wear Collectif clothes for the rest of my life, I’d be happy. The denim skirt is getting a little worn now, but is an old favourite. And the shoes were brand new for holiday – a bargain at only £7 from a Clarks outlet store! I’d planned to take some higher wedges, but when I spotted green gingham ones with a lower heel, they had to be mine. Unfortunately, another night I wore them, they gave me blisters, but we’ll forget about that.
And I’ll leave you with a tale of Sianness from my holiday, because I couldn’t really tell you about my holiday without including it. Well, every holiday I go on has to involve at least one incident wherein I manage to do something completely ridiculous and clumsy – for example, our last RV trip had a single day in which I walked into a lamp post and had a car seat close (rather rapidly, may I add) on my face, causing a nose bleed of epic proportions. The following day I also fell out of the car tripping over my maxi dress. But this holiday’s story – so on the plane over, we were presented half way through with ice lollies. Having proclaimed to my sister the day before my craving for a good ice lolly, I was pretty pleased by this. This emotion lasted less than a minute, during which time I managed to get the (very cold!) ice lolly stuck to my tongue. Doesn’t sound so bad, you think?! That’s what I thought too, until I tried to pull my tongue away and it appeared to have properly frozen to the ice lolly. All Ben and my sister, sat on either side of me, could do was laugh and point cameras at me, while I was stuck. Okay, at first I was finding it hilarious and crying tears of laughter. After 30 seconds these became tears of pain as I realised it was not coming unstuck and it was PAINFUL! Imagine your tongue stuck to a burning hot radiator – yeh, it was that kind of pain, except cold, obvs. In the end, we had to unstick my tongue by pouring lukewarm water over it to melt, and during that time, Ben said he could hear it literally ripping off my tongue. And yes, it did bleed and I was left with a partially numb tongue and (ew…) scabs on my tongue for several days. And yes, I was the only person on the whole plane to do this. Only me.