Fashion is a funny thing, often skewing strongly to personal preferences. (Not to mention the particularities of body type, comfort, place in life, etc.) Some fashions are universal. Some are classic. Some are terrifying. However there are a handful of little fashion elements I have noticed myself gravitating towards in the last several years. Discussions with friends … More Ridiculously Specific Fashion Wants
Fashion has to be one of the most green industries out there. Fashion is practically the inventor of recycling trends and invoking deja vu in consumers everywhere, afterall. There is nothing as fun and inspiring as the re-envisioning of an old tired idea into something new and fresh, right? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Dear New York, (Brooklyn specifically, TBH) It’s difficult sometimes for me to believe we have been apart for almost three years now. There are moments when it seems like only yesterday that I was stepping off that Jet-Blue red-eye. (Gosh, I miss you Jet-Blue.) Seems as though I was just learning to navigate your streets and … More To New York, and our brief love affair.
For the record, I don’t think I am a hipster. I don’t think I look like a hipster. I don’t think I dress like one, or act like one, or think like one. But ever since living in NYC for a hot minute, it is a term that has followed me around like I have … More A New Yorker Called Me A Hipster
So a month or two ago, I added a couple blue streaks to my hair. My hairdresser put them in for me… subtle but fun, and they filled my heart with happiness. I had always wanted to do something a little crazy with color and finally did it. And it felt right. What I didn’t … More Blue is the happiest (hair) color.
“Fortune and love favor the brave.” – Ovid. There is an obsession lately with this whole “no-makeup” thing. I am pretty positive that the author of the Metamorphoses was talking about going out in the world not wearing makeup, btw. Those Roman poets were infamous for it. Totes.
So a while ago I wrote about some of the many annoying, frustrating and not so awesome things about having big boobs. (or as I like to refer to them as: “my shelf”). I threw in a couple positives as well, such as cleavage being a good storage space for your phone or possibly a snack.
So, you many not know this about me, but I am a bad ass. A genuine rock star. A certified hard-ass, disguised in a preppy smiley shell. And now I have the ink to prove it.
I might have mentioned, perhaps a time or two (or a hundred) in the last two months, that I am kind of turning into a ski bum. It’s been such a liberating and enjoyable winter activity, causing me to not dread and loathe five months of Colorado cold. So generally skiing has been my happy place. … More Insecurity, an Incident, and a New Coat.
This weekend was pretty darn lovely, dear internet. It was a jam-packed with several somewhat diverse pursuits and adventures. It was a weekend that made me fundamentally happy… but tired. I need a weekend to recover from my weekend.
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