Eric and I live in Hyde Park on the west coast of Florida, but we’re both originally from Pennsylvania. We met nearly three years ago through mutual friends and have been inseparable since day one. E works as a computer systems architect for Verizon Communications in Tampa, and we love spending our time together watching reruns of The Office, cooking, and taking walks. We love walks.
Hi there, I’m Kristyn. I run a jewelry shop called Milk + Crown and in my spare time, enjoy writing creative fiction and blogging bits of my life here. I have dreams to tell stories for a living and someday turn my jewelry shop into a full-time business. I currently work as a social media marketing manager for Malindy Elene and am a bridal consultant at Bella Bridesmaid. I also dabble in photography sometimes.
I created Milk + Crown to document my experiences, inspire women, and share my dreams. I love practicing yoga and am enthusiastic about natural living, which includes eating local and organic produce, buying consciously and fairly produced items, and investing in minimalism, simplicity and sustainability. I’m a proud intersectional feminist because I believe all humans should be equal. It’s a huge passion of mine, and sometimes I’ll write about feminist issues on my blog.
I love God and try to seek Him in my daily life. My hope is to be and show love to the world in all that I do.
I’m so glad you stopped by my blog. I love all of my readers and am always up for chatting. Want to know more? Send me an email at: milkandcrown(at)gmail(dot)com. Or, keep reading . . . .
Who I Am
I am a writer before I am anything. Since I was eight, I have been creating stories, delving into the heart of life through words. I feel things, deep and strong and wide. In all aspects of my life, in all of my endeavors, I can’t help but share my heart. To be invested. For years, I was afraid. Afraid to admit to myself and others that I was writer. Afraid to follow my dreams. When people asked what I wanted to do, I made up lies. I tried to convince myself against my own passion, my own calling. But my efforts were in vain. I began to truly recognize my gift and to use it. To share my words, thoughts and stories with the world and find value in myself, regardless of obstacles and challenges.
I want to write stories that touch your heart. I want them to wrap you up and not let you go. I write until my hand cramps or the screen blurs and then I keep writing. I write for you. I write for me. I write for all us. Because I know the hope that exists within the words on the page. I was once a little girl, who dreamed of the things that lived there. Those things that kept me hoping. Wishing. I want to make you smile and cry and everything in between. Just so we can all feel something, really and truly. To become a part of something, to open ourselves up to be vulnerable, fragile. I want stories that reach farther. I want adventure.
Someday, I will visit France. I want to explore the countrysides, spill the wine and taste the cheese. To break thick loaves of bread over aromatic dinners with new friends. I want to bundle up a few stalks of wild lavender, take it home and save it in an empty glass bottle and watch as the petals turn. I love lavender. The scent, the taste, the flower, the hue. Because it makes me feel romantic and feminine, like a girl running wildly free against the summer wind in her backyard. Beautiful and captivating. I love fresh bouquets brought home by a lover, smelling like rain on leaves. I want small bottles of rosewater in the cabinet, dabbed lightly on cheeks. I like little gardens that sprout up weeds just as pretty as those planted. I want to feel the soil beneath my knees, damp and dark between the creases in my palms, as I water new blossoms.
I like to drink champagne. It tastes like lightning, brushed with the sweet notes of an old piano. It feels like year’s end parties when everyone is expectant, hesitant, hopeful, the crunch of snow under feet. Someday, I will have dinner parties, surrounded by the ones I love. And I will serve them champagne, with bowls of fresh fruit and slates arranged with toasted breads. I will make them feel lovely and welcome. I love warm apple galettes and big pots of wedding soup. I love rich Indian dishes, with curry and spices that taste like far away places. I love jellies and sauces and tea with honey.
Soon, I will marry. My whole life, I’ve felt as though I were destined to be a wife. It’s not for everyone, but since I was a child, I’ve wanted it. A marriage filled with equality and compassion and unending love. I want to mend my husband’s shirts and drink homemade bowls of soup together in the cold winter evenings. I want to kiss him in the soft breathless air of snowy fog and warm my legs against his under soft sheets. I want us to laugh any chance we get, big full contagious belly laughs. I love the way our heads touch as we plan and dream and whisper together in the dark deep swell of night. I want to come home to a place of rest and care, where the dim light of rainy spring mornings beckons me to boil a pot of tea and spend the hours lost in a book.
I want to dwell in a small house with hard oak floors and big windows. The way the floors will creak and the sun will shine in and fade them in a nice, soft way. I love comfy blankets and deep colored berries and the flutter of curtains. I want a clothesline outside where the air can dry our things, and shoes in a heap by the door.
Someday, I want to be a mother. To embrace my children, teach them songs on rainy days, help them mold their hearts and minds like a potter’s clay, allowing them to organically become whoever they choose to be. I will braid hair or kiss bruises and take too many photos. I want their tears in the crease of my elbow, taking refuge in the folds of my being.
I want to be kind, creative, and patient. Every day, I try and try, and each day, I get a step closer. I am working on these things. I want to be confident and humble, vulnerable and authentic. I want to adopt. I want to visit Greece. I want to trust myself to make decisions. I want to be kissed in the morning and held in the night. I want to be someone others want to love–as a friend, as a sister, as a mother, as a wife. And every day, I get closer.