A N G E L I N A ‘ S | café daze no. 1

let the coffee drinking commence! 

a little backstory & how they were found | i was browsing a friends instagram and stumbled across a post including this location. i knew it was a must hit so the sister and i piled in the car early one friday morning very excited to taste some new coffee. it was a longer drive than we anticipated, taking us through some dive-y areas of rhode island and massachusetts, but as we entered bristol, it was clear that our trip would not be in vain.

A N G E L I N A ‘ S // bristol, ma

the location | downtown bristol was QUITE easy to look at. with the drive being what it was, i was a bit skeptical, but when we arrived it was found to be quite charming. the sidewalk is narrow and all the buildings are old (and maintained construction). since it was a week-day, street parking was a breeze (and free) which homegirl was all for.

the atmosphere | the cafe is very quaint & modestly decorated with a color focus of turquoise and red. we found it to be less of a sit-down place & more of a grab and go. with low ceilings and a few tables, it’s clear that they are known for their coffee more than anything else. the staff is incredibly friendly and outdoor seating would have been nice in the summer, despite the street traffic.

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the prices | a little steep. a cold-brew was in the 3/4 range & the croissant about $2. a latte ranged from 4-5 & a cappucino was the same. hot coffee was about the same as the cold-brew.

the food | your average bakery decadence. wasn’t anything out of the park and didn’t feel filled when i was finished. since we went for a breakfast, i would have liked more options for food (they had muffins, scones, and croissants, not much else). in short, it’s more of a midday place than a dining place.

the coffee | so. good. and totally worth the higher prices. they make their brew with a chicory flavoring which offers a totally new experience for coffee drinkers. i take only cream in my coffee & prefer my blends to be strong and theirs definitely was. i settled for a cold brew and found the chicory flavoring to be so satisfying. it had more depth to its taste ( in contrast to your average starbucks iced coffee) which gave it a totally new feel (and a sensory experience because of it!). 10/10 recommend their coffee.

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final thoughts | the sister and i were pleased with our experience. we definitely feel there are more angelina’s runs in us, but since it is so far away and offers very little in the sit-down and dine department, we probably won’t be frequenting the store. for anyone in the bristol area, i would definitely recommend their coffee (especially if you’re a strong-blend lover like this girl!)

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xoxo,

brittanycharis

a new project | café daze

i’m a huge coffee drinker.

and by that i do not mean that my intake of the [beloved] drink is excessive or abundant BUT i do love a good cuppa joe and enjoy checking out cafes in the area. enter: #cafedazewithjandb.

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one thing i’ve wanted to do for as long as i can remember is scavenge all the local coffee joints & determine if their brew is something extraordinary. living in the providence/boston area, there is no lack of stand-alone breweries. the urban & ecclectic setting is one this area knows well. most (if not all) are off the beaten track and don’t have a starbucks rep going for them SO for the next few months, i’ve made it a goal to check off as many of these places as i possibly can with my coffee buddy (hey jackie). as i was jotting down a bunch in my notebook yesterday, i realized that it would be way cooler if i branched out into the blogosphere for my coffee adventures. i’ll be photographing and reviewing most (if not all) of the cafe’s we stop at & i’m so excited to share my coffee rendezvous with you!

who’s excited?

i definitely am.

a most-needed valentine

on the car ride home a few days ago, i asked the Lord if he would be the one to send me a valentine this year. when i got home this is what he wrote to me. 

My dear, sweet darling,

My goodness how I adore you. I know it’s hard to look beyond the emptiness of today. The flowerless vase, the blank phone, the empty mailbox, the hurting heart – another seemingly love-less valentines day is coming and going and, well, it’s empty. I see that, I even feel that and I hear you. Believe me, I do.

Everything is temporal, my princess. I know it’s hard to understand, being bound to time. I created it that way. I created everything in your life so that you’d lean further into my embrace, fall faster to your knees, lift your eyes when trouble arises – everything is temporary. Even the stars and the mountains you’re so astounded by, the mighty waters and the great sun, those which seem so constant, they too will fall. They too will crumble. They too will disappear. 

Likewise, this today, this brutally hard today, it will pass too. Ah, my darling. If only you could see things the way I do. It brings a smile to my face looking at the life I have created, the plans I have laid, the story I have written for you to experience. My goodness, it’s beautiful. The beat of your gait on the good and bad days, the way your face falls and rises as your heart does, how glorious this pain will look but a few years from now – it’s all good. I like your jokes. The way you throw your head back and clutch your tummy and let your hair fall – it is joy as I created it. You make me smile, my love. You make me smile so big. Your imperfections – the way you chew on your lip, the dimples in your back, the way you crack your knuckles when you’re nervous and the way you always drink your coffee when it’s too hot –  all bring joy to me. You are exactly as I want you to be and today is exactly as I have planned. My sweet, I love you in all your forms. Greasy hair or a makeup-streaked face or chipped nails or your morning breath. I love you in a way that you will never ever fully understand. In a way that I will never be able to put into words – you just have to feel it. And even then, you will never fully grasp the weight and height and depth and breadth of my affection, my deep, relentless, world-shaking affection for you. My darling, you. It is you I adore. 

I know you don’t feel it today, but I want you to believe your worth. The worth found in me. Far more precious than rubies and silver and gold, you my dear, are my brilliant creation. My arms will hold you as you need and my being will provide and protect you for as long as you have breath, and then forevermore. I promise. 

My beloved, look not to the empty mailbox, vase, inbox – they are temporal, remember? 

My dear, sweet, darling. Run to me, find me, let me swallow you in my unrelenting love, let me cover you in my forever love-song. 

I am your rose, your love letter, your forever.

And I will never ever ever stop proving it to you. 

Love (which doesn’t even cover it – look to my son’s hands for proof),

Your God and King and Bridegroom

my nonexistent christmas cheer

I found it really hard to shop for christmas presents this year and equally as hard to compile a christmas list. 

I kept scouring sites and browsing through well-loved stores whilst trying to remember what items i’ve wanted but have been too broke to actually purchase. and i couldn’t come up with anything. and it was frustrating. it was even hard to get into that festive spirit – around me malls were donning christmas lights and stores were blasting well-loved carols & radio hits, people were wishing me happy holidays and i was doing the same. but i didn’t feel that cheer. that festive brightness. and it felt off. discombobulated. i felt like one of those toys that you get that needs assembling. when you follow the directions to a tee and the darn thing still doesn’t work, you realize that you got a broken toy. 

it’s been a really hard semester for me. A lot of ups and downs. a lot of tears, a lot of depression-like symptoms, a lot of confusion and anxiety. every bad thing i’ve ever had to experience seemed to all bubble up to the surface this semester and it has been h a r d. to let you on how bad it’s been, i’ll give you an example. on the day after thanksgiving, my family was setting up the tree, and i just wanted to sleep, drown out the christmas carols with my drake and a$ap rocky, fetty wap (and some one direction here and there). it didn’t feel right. it didn’t seem right. it wasn’t right. but i couldn’t really do anything about it. in new york city, as i looked at the rockefeller tree and the in-love couples skating away on the ice below…as i listened to the cheer-filled people remarking on the beauty of swarovski star and the starry tree, i felt distant. disjointed from the culture. disjointed from the world. disjointed from joy. cast off from cheer. i felt so not me. 

i was not me. 

here i am: a girl with seemingly everything. 

blonde hair, a pretty okay bod, boys i care for who had come a-calling, a steady job with steady hours and pretty good pay, friends who love me, people who look up to me, parents who watch out for me and want what’s best. all the things surrounding my life were, well, beautiful. 

but they felt ugly to me, empty.

I couldn’t find jesus in any of it. 

Where was He when I was singing those songs? Where was He when the tree lit up? where was He when I was compiling my christmas list, staring at the rockefeller tree, driving to and from christmas activities? Where was He when I looked into the wrinkled faces of those darling folks in the nursing home? Where was the joy of Jesus?

And why? Why was I the only one that wasn’t feeling it?

Calling it a battle would be putting it lightly. My prayers felt empty. My tears felt like they were being cried in vain. 

No one could see. It felt like Jesus wasn’t there. I felt alone. 

And it was brutal. More than brutal, it was hopeless. 

When we joined hands the night of performance, something happened. It was not a “fall to your knees” moment, or a “tears rolling down your face moment” but it was prophetic, and just what i needed. words just kept coming to my mind, words that i was praying for me and also for those around me. captivity. bondage. circling round and round in my wearied mind, weighing on my already heavy heart. 

While these words kept going round and round, this is the picture that i had. 

Captivity: a slave. bound. bound to darkness, bound to sin, bound to doubt, bound to life on earth. feet tied down, the savior was leagues away, and there was no escaping the trial, the valley, the cave of this…thing. wearied, he collapsed. suffering, he fell down. exhausted, he stared blankly at the ceiling. he could not get away and he could not escape and there was no freedom. there was no light. there was no jesus. hopeless. (as I look back on this picture, I realize I was describing myself in this season that I had/have been in…talk about a God thing.)

and yet, Bondage: an anchor, being dropped into the sea. the same concept of being attached to something only this time, it was Jesus’ love. this time it was the ocean of his mercy, the sea of his grace. this time, it was hopeful. this same man was all of a sudden freed because of the captivity. no longer was this a chain attaching him to the bad, the fall, the sin. this was an anchor, attaching him to the only hopeful thing of this world. 

I share this with you to encourage those of you who are having trouble having that Christmas cheer. Because we have bowed our knees to our creator, we no longer have to feel the captivity of this world. We can rest in the bondage of our Saviors love. 

The great I Am came as a babe. A helpless, weak baby. With small features and delicate fingers, a fragile being, dependent on Mary’s care. The one from whom all strength emanates from had to depend on human care. The King of Kings, the Artist, the Star Placer, lay in an animal’s feeding trough.

He grew up like a young plant, like a root out of dry ground. he had no form or majesty that we should look at him and no beauty that we should desire him. he was despised and rejected by men. A man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. (Isaiah 53)

BUT

Christ Jesus who though he was in the form of God did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, EMPTIED himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men.

Being found in this weak form, he humbled himself. 

The great I Am, humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. 

His last breath, saturated with the weight of a million sins, broke the chain of captivity. 

In its stead, this captivity was replaced with the bondage to his love. 

And now we are slaves of righteousness.

Holiday cups, Perry Como christmas albums, peppermint mochas, mistletoe kisses, performances, loved ones coming home from college, gifts bought and received, even laughter, cannot give us that kind of joy: the joy of KNOWING Jesus, and being BOUND to his freeing love. 

Be of good cheer today, friends. 

Christ Jesus is Lord.

And on your shoulders has been placed the full weight of his never-ending, ocean-overflowing, perfect, wholly good love.IMG_1600

seventeen & stuff

one | life has a lot a lot of potholes.
but it’s okay. sometimes, you need the flat tire so you can find the other parts of your “car” that need fixing

two | silence actually can be the most comfortable thing

three | a lot can happen in 6 mos / 2 weeks / 12 hours.

four | it’s okay to be broken.
light seeps in through the cracks, always and it’s also okay to show people those chips & broken spots. if you’re perfectly cemented over, nobody gets to appreciate the things underneath the floorboards.

five | boys aren’t so great. men are wonderful. (never let your feelings get in the way of falling for the first)

six | money can’t buy the way the ocean feels or the way the sun perfectly dips behind the trees and it most definitely cannot buy the home that is 2 arms and a heartbeat.

seven | sometimes coffee will hate you. never hate coffee back. [coffee is also synonymous with people]

eight | imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
but copying and imitation aren’t one and the same. and copying is annoying. don’t copy people.

nine | Jesus should never ever become second tier to anyone or anything. every day, make him the king of your life. living is so much more enjoyable and freeing when you do.

ten | people will tell you over and over again to be nice to other people and to always be selfless and extend kindness. you should. but you cannot love others without loving yourself first. when you look in the mirror and wonder how you became so unloveable, remember it starts with being kind to yourself.

eleven | sometimes people are gonna wonder if you have your life together. sometimes you’re gonna wonder if you have your life together. and even when things are starting to fall into place, you’re still gonna wonder if your life will ever be put together. it won’t. but that’s what makes living an adventure. fly by the seat of your pants, enjoy the wind whipping around your face and the view from way up in the sky. having it all together is no fun.

twelve | let other people comfort you in your hour of need. weep with them. do not be afraid to humble yourself by being openly broken. let arms wrap you up, let their words soothe your soul, let telling others mend your brokenness. but d o n o t make them feel that they must solve your problems, merely show them that you have some.

thirteen | tea is still gross.

fourteen | do not let fear stop you from doing crazy things. go. jump fences. stop at the hole-in-the-wall cafe. head into new york city by yourself. apply to that college. jump, leap – do not be afraid. fear confines, restrains, and takes away joy. live without fear by just doing crazy things.

fifteen | on the worst of days, doubling the amount of bubbles in your bath will always make you feel better.

sixteen | they say that writers experience all there is to experience by the time they turn twenty. but sometimes, you experience all there is to experience in one year. write through every emotion and growing pain and missing. because if only for a split second, the words tumble out and you understand what moments mean.

seventeen | there are nights when you will lay on your carpet ands stare at your walls and wonder if the light will ever come again. the plaster will feel like it’s closing in on you. your heart will feel empty. your pulse will quicken. you’ll say to yourself a thousand times over, “i’m so f*****g done.” and you’ll let your fingernails roam the floor and you’ll feel sorry for yourself and wonder how you ever made it here when just two hours ago you were thinking that life couldn’t be better. you’ll weep until your mouth is dry and your head pounds and your nose looks like it’s out of a christmas catalogue. and you’ll be surprised, every time, because the light always comes. (the room stops feeling so empty and your soul stops aching and your head stops pounding – Jesus and Ibuprofen, baby.)

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oh seventeen: you have been wonderful and horrible, bright and dark – a brilliant mix of the best & the worst. you’ve made me stronger. and i think that’s all i can ask of anything.

xoxo,

brittanycharis

hello again!

hey, beauty!

i hope you’re doing well on this beautiful thursday evening. my oh my it has been a while. my summer was gorgeously packed with so much and i just found it ill-fitting to hop in the internet for hours. vacations were spent lazing upon the sand and laughing with family, weekends were spent with my best friends – drinking coffee and making memories and loving on life. (if you’re wondering what i did on the summer, track the hashtag #summertwentyfifteenwithb) i wouldn’t have changed it for the world, but goodness i’m happy to be back on here! i never want this place to feel like a chore, and entering the school year i am freshly inspired to talk to you all and share with you all the parts in my life that i’m loving and are deeply resonating with my spirit.

over the next few months, things won’t be perfect. i want to change up my look a little bit and i also am in the process of applying to colleges, so there will be weeks when things fall silent. but rest assured, i’ll always come back.

in other news, brittany + samantha has been so much fun this summer! you can find the stuff that i posted here.

ah! this feels so right.

i love you so so much.

talk soon, gorgeous!

xoxo,

brittanycharis

an update

hello, friends!

i hope you all are doing well on this fine monday evening. our little town is going through a craazy heat wave at the moment and just stepping outside causes instantaneous heat stroke [no, but basically yes]. i have been unpacking and doing laundry all day from our lovely trip to cape may & as i was about to sit down and binge watch some netflix, i decided it was high time to update you all on the going-ons in my little corner of the world & why this little place has been neglected this past month. basically, bottom line is: life is crazy at the moment. crazy wonderful, crazy trying, and crazy busy. my summer’s usually are. between trying to spend as much time with my friends who are going off to college in the fall, working and travelling, what little time i have left to myself is spent blogging for b+s. i haven’t wanted to double-dip post wise because i think this lovely place deserves much more than i copy & paste sort of post. so basically, what i’m trying to get at is that – i haven’t forgotten about you! i’ll be back just as soon as i can. for now, stop in on b+s every wednesday to get updates from me & i’ll check back in as soon as i can.

i love you all & hope to be back soon soon soon with more lovely content!

xoxo,

brittanycharis