Unloading, Unearthing, and Not Unraveling

We’ve recently been cleaning out the garage and the shed, two areas of the house that have kind of had a “don’t look” policy about them.  That’s not something that’s in my nature, in fact, I could probably spend tons and tons of money on organizational products and have everything perfectly labelled and alphabetized.  However, that’s not been a reality for me as we’ve moved multiple times and have had small children and all those things that add up to what I call “semi manageable chaos”.  Since we’ve been in the same place for a few years now, it was just time to tackle what was underneath the top layer of things we pull out and put back from the storage areas.

There have been loads of things going to the thrift stores, to donation places, on craigslist, and to the dump…there was one black widow spider death (the spider, not one of us!) and some broken picture frames and glasses that could not be salvaged.  After years of stuff that had been chucked frantically into boxes and then hurriedly taped shut so that we could move in a hot second…it’s finally being taken care of. I thought this would feel good, and in a lot of ways, it does.  What I didn’t expect however was the emotional purging that would take place along with the physical purging of stuff.

Many of the boxes I went through contained stuff I haven’t seen in YEARS.  There were decorations I had in our first home after we got married, the home we lived in for five years and my husband lived in for many many before that while in college.  Then there were the things I had purchased for the houses that we were supposed to buy, and then lost for various reasons.  There were baby clothes and shoes and photos…you can see where this is going!  Yes, there have been some tears.  Tears for the futures I had planned for, then lost.  Tears for the moments with my children while they were babies…the moments that I both treasure because of my beautiful babies, and yet at the same time find quite painful because of the circumstances we were in.  Somehow though, I managed to stay calm and rational about what to keep and what to part with, and now there is a bunch more room in our garage and maybe a little more in my brain.

I’ve come to the conclusion that in life, there aren’t many hard and fast formulas. Like, moving on does not directly follow purging and getting rid of baggage.  I really wish this was the case.  One of the things that I’ve said over and over through almost ALL seasons of my life so far is “I just want to move ON from THIS.”  It’s been a life long journey of physically MOVING and yet, not MOVING on from kind of the “same old, same old” situation.  And while I don’t know the future, I will say this.  It does feel different this time.  I feel different.  I’m no longer clinging to the past, whether that be in items I purchased for a certain dream I had or in ideas I have refused to let go of, because that’s the way it HAS to be.  I so wish life operated in formulas.  I’m good at DOING stuff.  I like to feel like I control the outcome, therefore I will do _____ + _______ to = WHAT I WANT TO HAPPEN.  Wouldn’t that be beautiful?  Life would be so easy.  But this I do know: I want to move forward in the most healthy way possible, not carrying around a bunch of baggage that I haven’t seen in years and for all I know, might just be trash.  Yes, it is time to move forward emotionally, and I hope, physically.

I chose this outfit for a few reasons.  First of all, I’ve been really into monarch butterflies lately, and not just because they are trendy (because I know they are!).  My kids have been learning about butterflies in preschool and they watched the transition from caterpillar to cocoon to butterfly in their class.  (Thank goodness, because as cool as it is, kinda grosses me out to have that at home!)  There is something so powerful about this transition.  Talk about moving forward, am I right??  I mean, this gross looking wormy thing that looks like the bottom of the food chain turns into a gorgeous delicate creature by looking like its dead for a week or two.  Woah.  There’s a whole blog post in this transition!  Anyway, back to the outfit.  This romper is so fun and also a bit breezy in the booty region if you catch my drift (drifting up my backside).  It’s from Auguste The Label and the boots are Minnetonka (of course).  I got some craft monarch butterflies on wire off of Etsy, and I attach them to anything I feel like for that day!

Wherever you are, I hope you have the courage today to move forward, even if that just means doing one little thing differently than before.  It’s hard, and I’m right there with you!

Happy middle of the week!
Katy

 

 

Fashion Feelings: Boots or pants?

I love multitasking.  And by “multitasking”, I mean, doing things while watching tv because I clearly love watching tv.  I’m watching it right now as I type this.  So if I begin typing names of characters on The Office, you’ll know that I’m not having a seizure, I’m just “multitasking”.  See?  Totally doing two things at once, making the most of my time.  I wish I had something I could drink through a straw so I could do three things at once…must work on this.

I know that as a woman, I should be a boss at multitasking.  And in some ways, I am.  Like, I can think about everything that I need to accomplish in the next 43 minutes while refilling water cups, picking up dirty laundry, and most likely drinking coffee.  Also, I’m super good at worrying about 57 things at once.  Does that count as multitasking??  Dang it.  Here’s what I’m NOT good at.  Writing while the tv is on.  (doing that now.  obviously, not well.  the tv is winning.)  Counting while people are talking to me.

Oh I’m sorry, did I say counting while people are talking to me?  I meant COUNTING, PERIOD.  Yesterday I ran into a friend I haven’t seen in a while, during the exact moment when I was trying to pay for my thrift store haul.  You can imagine how that went down.  I asked the poor cashier about four times what my total was again, and oh, wait, did you say “SEVENTY THREE CENTS?” one more time…I already forgot what you literally just said…  So yeah, in a lot of ways I kind of fail at multitasking.

One thing I really do well though, is wear all my stuff at once.  I like to refer to this as “multitasking”.  Put on all the things I like at once, wear them proudly, and when people ask “who are you supposed to be?” I say “a girl who likes clothes and doesn’t play favorites with everything in her closet.”

You know what else is fun?  That these boots kind of double as pants.  Now I’d never wear them AS pants, but you catch my drift right?  Yeah.  Why not have my clothing multitask too!?

I’m going to get back to doing all the things while napping with my eyes open now.  Must. Have. Coffee.

Good luck multitasking today.  It’s not recommended without caffeine.  😉

Katy

*boots are One Teaspoon, kimono is Wildfox, shorts are Levis, tank is Target!

How To Dress Like You’re Going To A Music Festival

The complete title of this post should really read: “How To Dress Like You’re Going To A Music Festival…When You Don’t Even Know The Lineup” but that was too long to fit in the title space.  So now you know what you’re in for.  I just have to get something off my chest, this is a real life confession, and you may just not like me as much for it but I gotta be honest.  Here goes.  Deep breath.

I don’t think I’d like music festivals.  If someone handed me a wad of cash and a nanny for three days and said: “Here you go!  Go to Coachella!” I would quite honestly head straight to Disneyland and have the best three days ever.  I am quite certain, as much as I LOVE MUSIC, that music festivals are most likely not for me.  Plus, I’m really more of a Shawn Mendes person than Modest Mouse and  I don’t run with the “hip” music crowd, I’ll listen to vintage Britney any day over John Legend.  And now you like me even less don’t you.  Oh well.  In the words of the great philosopher, “I am what I am.”  And I most definitely would probably LOVE green eggs and ham, FYI.

All this being said, I must share with you that my music festival resume, per say, is quite limited.  So, there is a chance I would enjoy such a thing.  As long as camping is not involved.  Oh, and there’s air conditioning or a beach nearby.  And we’re back…

When I was in high school, my parents took me to a Christian Music Festival called Spirit West Coast that was basically the “safer” version of your average festival.  I put the word “safe” in quotes because to be honest, I don’t know much about regular music festivals and I also know better than to just automatically assume that anything Christian is automatically “safe”.  That being said, it was definitely tamer than most concerts could get, but it had a lot of elements that I would imagine any music festival would hold.  TONS of people.  Check.  Moving like herds of cattle over bridges and funneling slowly but surely (and noisily) into concert venues, all the while baking in the hot merciless sunshine.  NOISE, noise, and more noise.  Check.  We did camp (see, I HAVE camped in my life A LOT before you guys!) when we went one year, and the relentless high school girl high pitched screaming went on for the full 24 hours.  Also, people bringing their own instruments and trying to participate in the festival at midnight.  This is not appreciated, BTW.  HEAT, DIRT, and crappy food.  Check.  It’s mandatory that you receive at the very least a medium intensity sunburn despite the pounds of sunscreen you apply.  Also, you must be covered in a fine film of dust all the while sucking down sodas and eating something that was once food and has now been fried in something that was once considered oil.  Gross.  Exhaustion by mid afternoon, but desperately loading up on sugar and caffeine so you can make it to the headliner.  Which is the whole reason you are enduring this business to begin with.  Check.  Time for another confession.  I most definitely planned on meeting and marrying one of the guys from the band DC Talk (anyone remember them? Hello children of the 90s!) so I made it my mission to see ALL of their concerts.  And then I finally got up close to the stage, close enough to touch him, and then realized he was about…three quarters of my size.  Sigh.  The man of my high school dreams was a pint sized human being with a voice the size of Texas.  Drat. My dream died right there (because you know his stature was the main thing keeping us apart…ah forbidden love) but my mission to see them in concert did not.  The days spent as sunbaked fried food eating cattle were mostly about seeing as many concerts that I may or may not care about, all to stay alert for DC Talk.  Worth it?  Sure…why not.

The memory highlight of this festival experience was seeing Katy Perry (at that time she was Katy Hudson) running around with her friends (I had met her that year at a local church) and later remembering this and telling it as my “celebrity anecdote”…how I “knew her” (met her) before she kissed a girl and liked it.

There’s a big “but” coming after all this.  Not a big BUTT, a big BUT.  I love dressing like I’m going to a music festival.  Because it’s okay to dress like it and not go.  Here are some small guidelines to adhere to, so that you can get questions like “oh are you going to Coachella?” when you’re really just buying the ingredients for shepherd’s pie.  (I speak from experience).

  1. FRINGE.  Go with the fringy boots, ALWAYS.  Because you always want to protect your feet from the dirt at music festivals and regardless of what you’re doing, the fringe is swishy and fun to walk in.
  2. FEATHERS.  Yes, you CAN wear fringe and feathers in the same outfit as long as you play it cool.  Go with fringe boots and feather earrings for example.  You have the rest of your outfit as a buffer for the fact that you may be twinning with Steven Tyler.
  3. CUT OFFS.  The essential festival wear is also the essential summer wear, so keep em guessing.  The great news is that if you’re not comfortable with booty shorts, get a good pair of loose-ish jeans (just make sure they’re loose in the thigh area so you have the freedom to roll them up if you want AND they won’t give you a thigh bulge!) and cut them off at the height you want them.  I recommend cutting them at a slight angle up from the inner thigh to the outer thigh…so they’re a teeny tiny bit shorter at the outside than the inside.  Again, they DO NOT have to be shorty shorts.  But this slight angle gives a more flattering look to them.
  4. IX-NAY ON THE GLITTER.  Sorry guys.  I love glitter, and I would totally wear it on a daily basis, but ONLY with a simpler outfit.  If you wear glitter, glitter tattoos, or henna tattoos, you will be in FULL festival mode and this is where it gets a tad sketchy when you’re just picking up your kids from school.  Don’t get me wrong.  You can do it if you want to, but you are entering costume territory and will get stared at and get asked about your favorite Radiohead song.  And to that question, I have no answer except I love Justin Bieber.

Shameless self promotion time.  This duster is the newest piece from Velvet California (my clothing line baby!) and I love it.  I’m modeling the prototype and it’s coming soon to the site!  I hope you love it too! 🙂

Oh, if you don’t have three layer fringe Minnetonka boots, get them.  In multiple colors 🙂
Katy

 

 

Cool Copying: Chanel and Elbow Patches

You know what I need more of in my life?  Elbow patches.  I feel like they just add that little element of like Sherlock Holmes chic that makes any jacket cooler.  Yeah.  I need more of those things.  When I was a kid, my first career of choice was to be a detective.  I read a lot of kids mystery books and I always was on the hunt for a good “mystery.”  Once my best friend and I saw a mannequin hand in a convertible car parked on the side of the road.  Because we were the best detectives around and had a strong nose for a good mystery, naturally, we stole it.  And that was the extent of my career as a detective.  I know, the irony is not lost on me that the real mystery here to the person who OWNED THE MANNEQUIN HAND was who stole it…but that’s not my point.  Elbow patches a great detective make.

Elbow patches also make me think of professors.  I always thought that teachers were supposed to dress a certain way (probably because I was homeschooled until I was in high school and had never actually met a real teacher).  Then when I got in high school, I realized that teachers are just normal people.  Some of them dress “teacher-y” and others…wear weird stuff.  I had this one teacher, who was just plain weird.  That sounds mean, but you guys, he was.  He wore the same corduroy pants from 1975 (but not in a cool way) with a neon windbreaker from 1985 (see what I mean about the “not cool way” thing?) basically every single day.  He stared at the center of your forehead when he talked to you and never, ever looked you straight in the eye.  His gaze would wander farther and farther from the region of the top half of your face the longer he talked, until he was just looking out the window.  Whenever he’d say “YOU!” and call on someone, we’d all just look at each other like: “do YOU know who he’s looking at?  Because I sure don’t.”

Then I got to college and I walked into the first day of my first math class.  I realized that the girl writing on the chalkboard was the TEACHER even though she looked like she was younger than us.  Turns out students can teach too (student teacher, anyone?), so assuming that anyone who looks just like us was NOT the teacher was a bad idea.  The best though was my botany lab professor, who at the beginning of the quarter told us that he was retiring after this and really didn’t give a rat’s behind about this class.  Sweet.  That was an amazing start to the lab.  He was super tall and thin, had kind of 70’s rocker long grey hair (again, not in a cool way) and wore the same belt with a massive silver dragon belt buckle on it every single day.  I watched him chew out the entire class and call us all stupid because “we couldn’t follow instructions” for a test.  His instructions were total whack, you guys, and we were the smart ones, I guarantee this.  He had a conniption and looked like he may cry, die, or lie down on the floor.  Yes, so many teachers in the world.  And honestly, a shockingly disappointing amount wear elbow patches.  Sigh.  My school didn’t look like Hogwarts either.  Wtf.

I saw this Chanel ad and the minute I saw it, I knew I needed to copy it.  Because, tweed, pastels, and pearls…it is just SUCH a great mash up.

So here’s my version of it, for now.  I’m still going to be on the hunt for more pieces in this look, but here’s what I’ve found…

I thrifted the jacket and the skirt and the pearls…well I made those all by myself!  YouTube video coming soon! 🙂  I used riding boots for now, but the next thing I’m on the hunt for are OXFORDS because, I know they are coming in in a BIG way.

Sadly, this jacket does not have elbow patches, but it’s pretty darn close to that style.  And also, sadly Hogwarts does not exist in real life.  At least that’s what I’m told, but honestly I don’t really believe that.

Happy ALMOST Thanksgiving!  Get that turkey brining!  🙂
Katy

Advice In Style: How to Dress Like You Have Your Sh** Together

There are times when I’m out and about and someone will say something to me or I catch another girl checking out my outfit and it dawns on me.  She thinks I have my sh** together.  Woah.  That’s crazy.  Because…uhhhh I’m not one of “those girls” who’s got it all down.  Hold up a minute…do “those girls” actually even exist, IRL??  So here’s the deal.  I figure, if I can fool ’em all, SO CAN YOU!  Let me give you some food for thought.  When you see a girl on instagram who makes you feel badly about themselves, this is what you need to think to yourself.    She has four square feet of her house clean and she put on a hat.  YOU CAN DO THAT!!!!  Social media is NOT real life, people, and heck, what people see when you’re out and about is not always real life either!!  I don’t lounge around my house in fringe boots and vintage caftans (although I’d like too!).  I mostly wear super gross food covered clothes because I have toddlers who like to smear chocolate on EVERYTHING without giving it a second thought.  With that being said, it’s super nice to fool some of the people some of the time, right?

Here’s some simple tips to fool the masses.  Girls will give you the once over, maybe a twice or third time over, and even if you spent all morning being the most unglamorous human on the planet, you’ll feel like an “it girl”!

Okay.  This is a simple outfit, right?  Here’s the pieces that really make this work without a lot of effort on your part.

Tall Boots.  Something about boots screams “I PUT EFFORT INTO MY OUTFIT!”…and, um, it took me under 30 seconds to put these on my feet.  If you’re not into shorts, pair them with a cute skirt or a pair of skinny jeans tucked into them.
White or Black Shirt.  This one is vintage, which, a distressed tee always ups the “cool” factor, but either way, a simple white or black tee is perfect and ALWAYS a piece that looks put together.  Not into vintage?  Raid the men’s undershirt section at Target or get a simple black tee in the women’s section.
Statement Necklace.  Again, putting on a large piece of jewelry signals a bold style and screams out that you REALLY tried.  Uh, HOW long does it take to put on a necklace?  I rest my case.  Worth the 15 seconds.
A Hat.  You guys, there is something about hats that make women instantly think you’re cool.  It certainly makes me think the girls who wear them are cool!  There are some girls who wear a lot of hats on instagram, and I just think they’re the coolest girls ever.  Why?  They plopped a wide brimmed hat on.  #easy
Lipstick.  I’m not all that comfortable in bold lip colors.  But I’m working on that because something about fall makes me want to rock some color on my lips.  My suggestion for this, is to get a nice big lip crayon because it’s a one-and-done kind of application.  There’s not a zillion steps required and touch ups are easy.  I get more compliments when I wear lipstick, no matter what I’m wearing on the rest of my body…heck I could go out in pajamas and red lips and I’d probably get people thinking I “tried”.

Go forth, and be a COOL GIRL.  You already ARE one, but if you’re like me and you don’t FEEL like one, this is guaranteed to do the trick!
Katy

Real World Style: Farmer’s Market Style

If you shop often or look at Instagram style feeds on a regular basis, no doubt you’ve seen the phrase “farmer’s market style” used to describe an outfit.  I have to admit, I both love and hate that description.  Why, you ask?  Let me explain.  First of all, I love it.  I see this outfit that is minimalistic and yet romantic in it’s minimalism, and I immediately begin imagining myself wearing this outfit and farmer’s market-ing.  I see this beautiful image of myself wearing this lovely outfit, buying organic fruits and veggies, laughing and strolling through a busy, yet peaceful street overflowing with produce.  Then I sit down and drink an espresso at an outdoor cafe (I’m in Europe at this point, naturally) and read a beautiful old educational French book.  The sun is shining, the weather is perfect, and I look like a European model (because why not right?  If I’m gonna have a fantasy, I’m sure as heck gonna look like a model in it) and my red lipstick has magically not transferred at all to my teeth or to my perfectly white coffee cup.  And then, I realize what has happened.  I have gone insane.  Finally the inevitable has happened.  Because I don’t read educational books, I read teen novels.  When I wear red lipstick, it gets on EVERYTHING.  When I go to the farmer’s market, it consists of me pushing a giant motorhome sized stroller covered in old food and juice, saying “oh…sorry…excuse me…” as I run over people’s feet while we “stroll” through the street.  There are toddlers screaming “GET DOWN” repeatedly and I’m probably sweating because all things in life involve me sweating, the vegetables have poked holes in the flimsy bags they gave us (because I inevitably forgot my perfect “farmer’s market” bags I bought when this fantasy overtake me last time), and there’s no outdoor cafe with espresso.  There is only the outfit I was wearing earlier because I forgot to change into my romantic minimalist look and me, wondering why going to the farmer’s market is NOTHING like the movies.

Dang it.  Regardless of this juxtaposition of my fantasy life against reality, I still do love “farmer’s market style”!  So why not just wear it any old day of the week? I’d like to propose that when this glorious fantasy overtakes you, realize you do actually love the outfit, even though it doesn’t come with a free trip to the French Riviera.  Where I am quite sure, their red lipstick stays put.


This vintage top and raw silk skirt I bought from Bumbleebuck Vintage, who is the MASTER of romantic minimalism.  You will want to buy everything in her shop simply because it’s lovely.  I added the hat and the scarf and the vintage slip on Ariat booties because it just added a little bit of a western flair to the outfit.  And now, I’m off to the farmer’s market.  Just kidding.  I’ll be doing laundry in my jammies.  #reallife

Katy

On Hiking and Mini Dresses (But Not At The Same Time)

Waiting is the worst.  We all know it.  Toddlers remind me this every single day when I inevitably ask them to wait for their food, or for me to fix one of their toys, or for me to finish something I’m doing.  They hate it.  And of course, while this is a natural part of life, I can understand their simple frustration with this concept.  It’s not fun, when you really want something, don’t like where you’re at, or simply can see something better…to have to wait for it.  Regardless of the circumstances.  Whether it’s dessert after your dinner or finding the right person to marry…it’s not very fun.

I’ve talked about this before, and I think it is one of those things that just pops up a lot in our lives because either we are “waiting” for something, someone, or for a change, or we know someone who is.  I think it’s interesting too how often this situation goes.  We sludge along, we keep trying, we put one foot in front of another…and…nothing.  It sometimes seems like we make no progress, or so little that the “wait” or “work” or whatever we want to call it can seem like it was all for nothing.  I mean, gosh, sometimes it can even seem like we have gone BACKWARDS.  It’s massively frustrating and horribly discouraging.  But then, it’s almost like in one instant, everything can change.  The job you needed but couldn’t find is suddenly available.  The person you thought you would never meet is suddenly sitting right in front of you.  But literally, moments before this occurred, you may have laughed at someone saying that this would EVER happen.  Now of course, often things don’t change “out of nowhere”.  I mean, most of the time we’ve been working our butts off and putting in time and energy to get to where we want to be.  But it usually feels like in one instant, it happens.

I’m not what you’d call an “outdoorsy” person.  I mean, really.  I like nature and all, but I’ve tried my entire life to figure out what plant is poison oak…and I still couldn’t identify it if you paid me to.  However, I have hiked before.  A few times. But still, this is actually from my personal experience and I’m not just making crap up here!  Hiking is the worst.  Okay just kidding.  That was not my point at all.  I mean, yeah yeah it’s got it’s merits, but it’s basically WALKING UPHILL CONSTANTLY.  I digress though.  In the few times that I’ve been hiking, I remember a lot of hard work, and a lot of bends in the path as you weave up the mountain.  And for reals, it gets harder and harder as you go.  The beginning is easy…you’re all gung-ho ready to conquer this mountain, the land is usually less sloped at the start of the trail, and you’re got all this energy saved up.  And then you get going.  It gets a little harder, you’ve been doing it a little longer, but you’re still determined.  Then, about halfway up, you start to wonder if this was such a great idea, and whether you maybe took a wrong turn somewhere because SHOULD the trail be this steep and this covered in this much brush?  Should it be this hard??  Maybe you did something wrong earlier on because this seems to be taking more time than it should be.  But you’re already committed to that path, so you keep on going.  Three quarters up the mountain and you’re getting mad.  Your legs are on fire, your water supply is getting low, and you should have BEEN THERE BY NOW.  What the heck?  This is stupid.  You see people coming down all happy and glowy from their successful hike and you hate them all.  Why did THEY make it to the top before you?  Some of them were BEHIND you when you started, and they made it up to the top, basked in the glory of the view, and are already racing down the hill.  All before you’ve even seen your destination.  It feels unfair.  You feel like maybe you’re not as good as they are…maybe you did something wrong that slowed you down?  You want some answers at this point.  But, you keep going because you have invested way too much time to give up now.  And then, right when you’re near the top, THAT’S when you want to quit.  I mean, you’re WAY too tired to keep going.  You wonder whether this is all even worth it after all.  Every time you think “this is it! This is the LAST bend in the path!” you are disappointed.  You discover that you are only facing another climb…one that you feel like you’ve got nothing left to give for. This is the worst part of the whole climb.  You want to give up.  You even start to think that maybe there isn’t anything waiting at the top of this horrid climb.  But then, at curve in the road number 2,436…there it is.  In that ONE INSTANT, you are there.  You spent ALL that time and effort getting there, and it felt like nothing.  You saw nothing.  There was no view up to that point.  It was dark.  Difficult.  Exhausting.  Discouraging.  And in one single moment, in one single breath, all of that is gone.

Some of you may love hiking and not really be able to feel the pain I’m talking about.  But can you feel what I’m talking about in other situations?  I’ve had friends who waited so long to get married.  Dated guys they hoped were right, but it never really worked out.  And then, I’ve heard the “almost-there-discouragement”, the “maybe I’m never going to get married” hopelessness come out.  The “I’ve rounded too many curves in the road, only to discover that I wasn’t there yet to think this will happen” statements.  And then, one day, they meet the love of their life.  I’ve had lots of moments like this in my life.  With jobs, with finances, with friendships, with weight loss…with all kinds of things.  And yet, here I am again, battling the same old thoughts.  The “I’m too tired for this and I’m not even sure if it’s worth it” thoughts.  The “I’ve been climbing for so long and it feels like I’ve gone backwards” feelings.  Yep.  This is a life-long thing for all of us.  And yet, if we can just hold on to those moments where we finally rounded the bend and saw the light…then we can remind ourselves to just keep going.  We may be tired, we may feel like giving up…but that THING we’ve been waiting for may be one single step away.  We don’t know, we just have to keep going!

Summer can feel like a discouraging season to me.  Sounds odd, I know, but I kind of get weirdly depressed when I am too hot to wear what I like to wear!  So I’m trying to make due, and remember that fall is just around the corner.  Before I know it, I’ll be back in my velvet pants and robes and all that madness!  Until then, I’m trying to be comfortable in mini dresses and shorts!  I’m not compromising on the boots though.  Those stay with me year round 🙂

Now you know my true feelings on hiking.  Well, they were gonna come out sooner or later…
Happy weekend to you all!
Katy

 

On Pulling Off Weird Stuff

Often, I get comments from people about what I’m wearing.  Totally normal for me, and for anyone else of you who loves clothing and are bold in your fashion choices…whatever that may look like!  One of the comments I get the MOST however, is usually one regarding how I “pull things off” or how I am “bold and brave” in my outfits.  Again, I completely understand this comment, especially now that I’ve spent some time working in a clothing store listening to women talk while they try stuff on.  I’ve learned a few things about how most women think!  I’ve learned that many women have very little confidence in what they put on their bodies.  That often times, they find what works, and stick to it…then they stop thinking about what they wear.  There’s nothing wrong with that at all!  But I have noticed that sometimes a woman will be shopping, spot something she loves, then sigh longingly and say “I wish I could pull that off like YOU do.”  Hmmm…that never sits well with me.

I get it.  There are just some things that don’t look great on me, some colors that do nothing for my complexion, and some outfits that make me look the OPPOSITE of slimmer.  For sure, those are some outfits that I try to avoid.  I feel like though, there are much fewer of those items that you CAN’T wear…than you think!  Now, this is just my humble opinion.  BUT, I’m just trying to make a point here and let you in on my inner thoughts and feelings!  Because to be honest, I have all the same fears and criticisms about clothing that all women do.  I just choose not to listen to them for the most part.  And THAT…my friends, is the secret to “pulling it off”!

This weekend, we were heading off to this barn by the beach we love to go to (I know, only in California right?) and I was about to reach for my usual shorts and tank top.  Then I spotted this muumuu vintage dress that I haven’t worn in a while, and I thought to myself: “I want to wear THAT.”  I kind of felt like wearing something different than my normal weekend go-to, so I put it on.  I began looking at myself in the mirror from every angle, as all women who are body conscious do!  I then began asking my husband questions like “is this flattering?” and “do I look silly?” (see, even the girl who dresses like a circus willingly has all the same fears!) and then I finally stopped myself in my tracks.  I wore that muumuu, and loved every minute of it.  At that moment, I realized that I wanted to write up a little guide to wearing crazy clothing…and how to pull it off!

HOW TO PULL OFF WEIRD STUFF (because you know you wanna)
keep in mind these are just MY rules, please tell me how you do it!

  1. If You Love It, Wear It.  Seems simple right?  Keep in mind, this is not a guide to how to LOOK great all the time, because for sure, some of the stuff I wear and want to wear is not always the exact right fit for my body.  There are some women who only want to wear stuff that is the right cut for their figure.  Understood…and this is not the post for you!  What I mean by this is that if you really love something, go for it and give it a try!  Forget a little bit about the rules for your body type and remind yourself that muumuus are not flattering on ANYONE, so if you love it, just go for it.  It’s too boring to limit yourself to only clothing that is absolutely the most flattering!
  2. Make It Work.  Okay, so we’ve established that if you really love an item of clothing, you should wear it.  That being said, maybe it can be made better, more flattering, more something that you’re comfortable in!  Can it be belted?  Layered over or under something?  Worn with different shoes?  Tucked it/untucked?  Play with it.  You’d be surprised.  Sometimes you can create different shapes or hide “problem” areas by changing a few details.
  3. Rock It.  Okay, this is important when it comes down to “pulling it off”.  Once you’ve put on that muumuu like I did on Saturday, you have to decide that you are WEARING THE HECK OUTTA THAT THING.  That’s exactly what I did.  I put on my trusty rock and roll cowboy boots, my huge hat, and my turquoise, and I told myself I was gonna rock that thing.  And THAT my friends, is how you do it.  How do you pull stuff off?  You put it on, stop thinking about it and asking questions about it, and JUST DO IT.  This is like me and red lipstick.  I usually have to decide that I’m wearing it, then do it.  It’s the only way I can pull off stuff that I love, but am not typically all that comfortable doing.
  4. Wear Something You Feel Comfortable In Too.  This goes back to the last point…when I put on that muumuu and was feeling questionable about it, I put on some boots and jewelry that I ALWAYS feel good in, and that helped tremendously.  Trouble comes when you are trying to pull off TOO many things at the same time.  Like funky shoes, new jewelry, a crazy outfit, AND makeup that’s out of your norm.  Choose ONE thing to pull off, like a dress or a pair of shoes, or a new shade of lipstick.  Then keep everything else simple around that bold new step.  This will help you pull it off without feeling like you want to run back home screaming and throw on your sweats!
  5. Ask The Right People For Their Opinions.  If you’re feeling unsure about an outfit, ask a friend for some help with styling to get some more creative input.  That being said, you need to choose the right people to do this with.  Do not ask friends who can’t think outside the box.  This will only lead to you scrapping the whole thing when they tell you that it’s not the most flattering or something to that nature.  You need to ask creative friends who love interesting fashion choices.

Yep, this is another one of my kinda weird, but beautiful at the same time vintage pieces.  A sweet girl who works at the Goodwill down the street from me came running up to me with this in her hand last time I was there.  And she nailed it!  This thing is so unique and lovely!  But yeah, it takes me deciding that I’m gonna “pull it off” for me to wear this kind of thing!  I added some boots that I love and make me feel great, so that helps kind of “normalize” the dress for me.  All I can say, is that if I can do it, YOU CAN DO IT!  I believe in you!  You can always DM me your weird outfits on Instagram.  I have no problem encouraging you and helping you style strange and bold stuff!

Happy Monday all.  Stay cool in all that polyester all of you who are in a heatwave like me!
Katy

On Pajama Dressing, Part Three.

Alrighty, it’s been a whole week of PYJAMAS!!!  I still am super psyched about this whole trend because it’s just so comfy and I feel like I have a whole new set of pieces to mix into my (busting at the seams) closet!  Now, since I talk about and (most likely) overuse kimonos in all my posts, I wanted to steer clear of doing a look with one of those in this week of jammies.  I mean, they are definitely part of the trend, but they’re kind of one of those things that I use in a larger sense of this whole loungewear thing that’s going on.  So for today, I wanted to use a couple other things besides the pyjama tops that I’ve been wearing in the earlier posts!

The thing about pyjama bottoms, is that the shape is pretty important.  I had a hard time thrifting these for that reason.  The older styles, and cheaper brands tend to have a decidedly tapered leg, which is just not a great shape for me at all.  Now, I do know some girls who can pull this funky shape off like a boss, but I am not one of them.  I generally need pants to have a straight shape to the leg or at least a slight flare to them for them to work on me.  This is why I went ahead and actually ordered this pyjama set from J Crew, and I’m really glad I did because these pants are exactly what I needed!  There are A LOT of things you can do with these pants.  I think dressing them up with a blazer and heels would look amazing, but for today, I’m dressing them down, thinking about how I’d run to the grocery store or go shopping in them.

A graphic tee and heeled clogs would be one way that I would wear these pants.  They are a GREAT choice for summer because they are lightweight and breathable…so perfect for a day when you don’t feel like shorts or a skirt.  Jewelry is key when it comes to this trend as I’ve mentioned before because it makes certain that people know that you are INTENTIONALLY wearing something that looks like pyjamas!

The second piece of clothing I wanted to bust out, is this funky vintage robe I got thrifting.  Now, some robes completely double as kimonos and you almost cannot even tell the difference if you wear them like you would a kimono.  However, there are some pieces that are obviously robes…they have tighter sleeves and they hang like they are supposed to be worn as a traditional post shower piece of clothing.  Sometimes they aren’t really acceptable for wearing outside (like those big fuzzy fluffy things you actually DO wear post shower!), but other times, they are beautiful items of clothing that can work much like a kimono style piece of clothing.

I have a tendency to want to minimize what’s going on on my bottom half when I wear something like a pretty dramatic or very funky robe.  That means that I gravitate towards shorts or skinny jeans, because they don’t add bulk when I have something rather bulky on top.  I also kept the top simple and form fitting so as not to add unnecessary bulkiness on the top.  I love the fur boots with this because, well I love those boots with everything, but they kind of are almost paying homage to slippers! Lots of turquoise and a tassel felt like a good addition to class up this sleepwear item.

It’s just loads of fun you guys.  Where is the fun in dressing when you can’t wear stuff “wrong” right?  It’s fun to test out what can double for what, and not compromise comfort while doing it!

Hope you’re in your jammies, netflixing, and chillaxing 🙂
Katy

On Labels and Layers

Have you ever been labeled before?  I bet you have.  I think we all have been through those moments, times, or seasons of life where we get kind of “boxed in” so to speak by what other people say about us.  It’s kind of funny because I think sometimes it isn’t even meant to be something that’s offensive at all.  Of course, sometimes it’s meant to manipulate and control you and other times, it’s just a normal thing that we all do to each other, often without even meaning to.  No matter how it’s intended, it can be frustrating.

When I was in high school, I was kind of known for being funny, loud, and full of energy pretty much all the time.  It was my nature, and coupled with the fact that  I was fresh out of home schooling and SO excited to be at actual school with other actual HUMANS, I was just kind of an extra excited teenager.  Of course no one can sustain that energy level all the time, even if it’s your personality.  There were days when I was feeling sad about a boy who didn’t like me or I was tired or not feeling well…and on those days, that’s when the labelling happened.  “What’s WRONG with you??  Are YOU OK?  You’re NEVER like this!!!”  I get it.  People get concerned when you seem a bit off your game.  But it was EXHAUSTING.  It got to the point where even at a young age, if I didn’t feel like being loud and funny for a day, I stayed away from my friends because I grew weary of the labels they had put on me, putting extra pressure to behave in ways I didn’t feel like.  It made me feel like something was wrong with me if I didn’t feel like making jokes and being kind of crazy.  If I was serious, it offended my friends and that was hard for me.  I hated it.  Later on in life more labels came.  In different times and from different people.  There were the: “you NEVER wear stuff like that!” or the “you ALWAYS _________ (fill in the blanks)” and repeated statements that made me feel like I was never allowed to grow.  To change.  For my style to evolve.  Or for me to express myself freely without judgement.  There were so many times when I’d get home and just feel so frustrated.  I felt like I was trying so hard to BE something…half the time I didn’t even know what, I just wanted some freedom to be whatever the heck I wanted to be.

I know I’ve done this to people without realizing it.  I know there are times when stuff flies out of my mouth that is meant as an observation or a concern…and that’s just life.  It’s our nature to notice differences in people.  Like when you see someone wearing an outfit that’s out of their norm…or when you see someone doing things that are different than you’d expect.  With the extreme changes aside, like times when you ACTUALLY do need to be worried about someone because they are definitely not doing well, I’m trying my hardest to ENCOURAGE changes and differences in people.  Because how fun it is to see someone growing.  To see someone being creative.  Or to know that they feel comfortable enough around me to not be “ON” all the time and they feel like they can just express how they’re feeling no matter what that means for them.  I’m at a point where I’m surrounded by people who I feel like I can dress how I want, be funny or serious, and for the most part, they just accept me.  Of course, I have my own labels I’ve put on myself and sometimes it’s hard for me to stop boxing myself in. But it’s just such a lovely thing to not feel like I have to BE something other than myself.

I had a hilarious moment a few months ago where I wore these giant fur leg warmers to church on a Sunday where I was leading worship.  No one even NOTICED.  I was really expecting people to make comments and jokes about them, and no one said a single word.  They just gave me hugs and said hi like normal…and I realized then that I was in the exact right place.  Of COURSE sometimes people comment on my outfits because they are typically a bit more flamboyant than the average, but it’s definitely not in a way that makes me feel pressured to be or dress a certain way.  And it’s wonderful.  It’s okay to be serious on some days and funny on others…to dress preppy one day and then grunge the next.  We are not robots.  And we should never feel afraid to change things up now and again.

Some days I feel pretty darn country.  And some days I feel more like I want to look like a rocker chick.  I’m really neither of those things, but what’s clothing if not fun, right?  This outfit is basically a long vintage slip with a lace top over it, cowboy booties and a cowboy tie on belt, and a ton of necklaces.  Pretty easy!

Sometimes I feel like I can’t buy a pair of shoes that aren’t cowboy boots or a pair of jeans that aren’t bell bottoms.  Isn’t that ridiculous?  I feel like I’m not being “true to myself” or something crazy like that.  I have most definitely labelled myself and made myself feel like I’ve “committed” to a certain style and right now, I’m kind of breaking all my rules lately.  I’m shopping for some new things, some different things…I’ll ALWAYS be true to my boots and my bells.  But a girl’s gotta mix things up now and again for fear of closet boredom!

Happy Tuesday…hope every day finds you dressing and BEING who you are!
Katy