Cool Copying: Why I Never Get Rid Of Stuff

Okay, maybe that’s a lie.  I get rid of A LOT of clothes to be honest.  I resell stuff on Poshmark, I trade it in at my local resale store, and I donate stuff to friends and thrift stores.  There’s no WAY I could keep everything, because then I’d be a legit hoarder and you would find me buried under mounds of supposed-to-be-Halloween costumes, weird vintage, and things that virtually no one knows what they are.  I’d be trying to claw my way out, slip sliding on all that satin and velvet.  So yeah, I gotta get rid of stuff.  However, I am often VERY reluctant to do so.  With certain pieces more than others.  Here’s why.

Do you know how many times I have hit a period in my life where I think to myself: “well, I’m never gonna wear THAT style again!” and then…SURPRISE!  I DO!!   Yep.  Remember that box of vintage slips I got rid of years ago?  I STILL REGRET THAT ONE.  There was this one white and blue pinstripe skirt…an amazing pair of boyfriend shorts, and a baby blue polyester vintage suit that I very much remember and miss.  That being said, I have become slightly better at telling what I really just don’t love and won’t re-wear, or what I can replace with something better and won’t ever miss because of it.  So when I saw this photo, I was like YES I AM VINDICATED!  (I’m shouting at myself, because honestly no one else cares about this around me)

I love this look.  It’s equal parts menswear and rock and roll and that is awesome.  I bought this skirt at Forever 21 probably about seven years ago or so, and every so often, it proves to be amazing.  It has spent some time on my “to get rid of” pile, but then at the last minute, it always gets salvaged.  Because I realize how cool it is and realize that the minute I get rid of it, I will most likely spend my free time looking for something to replace it, only to spend three times as much!  No its not like I’ve EVER done THAT before!!  (Sarcasm.)

I got my white blazer on super sale on Black Friday at H&M (hooray!).  I liked the look of the plain white tee with the text on it, so I wore my Bandit Brand “Rock and Roll” shirt because, well, it’s on the nose, but in this look that totally works!  Also, my skirt is fully lined, which just makes it a bit more wearable in the cooler months (here in California, I realize this would not be wearable in the snow!).  But all in all, I think it’s a look worth copying!  And let’s not forget about those EARRINGS.  Yes, my friend Arwyn works miracles in the leather world and did these up right for me.  Ahhhhh, I love her.

Now if only I could get that white pinstripe blazer back that I got rid of so many years ago…that would have been a cool addition too!

Happy Tuesday!  (that is what day it is right??)

Cool Copying: Leopard. Again.

Do you ever see an outfit and just kind of get obsessed with it?  Like, you see a picture of an ensemble, and it’s all you can think about.  You look at it and can almost feel how amazing it would feel on your body.  What?  No that never happens to me!  JUST KIDDING!  (Insert string of laughing till their crying emojis here).

This happens to me…more than I care to admit.  Sometimes we will be out shopping and my son will see a toy, and literally talk about it for days, and almost nothing else.  While it’s easy to find this annoying and all as a parent, I completely understand how he feels!  It’s like this part of your brain that sees something, and triggers this reaction where you think: “if I just got that one THING my life would be complete…”  (Again, insert hilarious laughter emojis because we know how untrue this feeling is!)  So yeah, I get how he feels.  I’m an adult, (I think?) so I know logically now that stuff obviously doesn’t make me happy per say, and that there will always be another “thing/outfit” that makes me feel this same level of obsession.  All that to say, instead of obsessing like crazy and then spending obscene amounts of money just to have something I need, I’ve started a list.

Now, when I see something that triggers that “I need” part of my brain, I’ve started a little list of things that I’m watching out for.  Then, what happens is after a few days of looking, I either sort of forget or change my mind about whatever it is I’m hunting for, I decide to invest a decent amount of money on it because I’ve realized it will be worth it, OR I decide to hold out till I find it for a steal.  This has become a good system for me because it helps out my tendencies towards an obsessive brain!

I was reading through my daily news (all style related of course!) and I came across this outfit on Who What Wear.

Let’s be honest.  There’s Gucci in it, which of course makes me want it.  But the principle of the outfit is simple.  Slip dress, graphic tee, slides.  I have done stuff like this before, but something about this combo is like just enough vintage, just enough Los Angeles cool, and just enough easy to make me need it.  So, I started shopping for a leopard slip dress.  If you look at the actual links to this outfit, you will see that it costs quite a pretty penny.  I’m not opposed to that.  However, besides the Gucci, nothing in this outfit is…not repeatable.  I found a slip on Poshmark for $4 you guys.  So…just saying, sometimes feeding your item/outfit obsession isn’t that bad!

See what I did there?  I took a vintage graphic tee, a second hand leopard slip (these are rather plentiful you guys), and a pair of slides (not Gucci, but I WILL GET THERE!), and done.  I done copied this outfit, y’all.  I could have spent $200 on a leopard slip dress.  That would have been fine.  But the difference is, the dress I got for $4 is basically the same thing as this one.  This is different than, obsessing over a Gucci bag.  (which I am, can you tell?)  There may be no substitute for that one item, so you gotta shell out the big bucks.  But it pays to know the difference right?

Go forth, and copy.  It is, after all, the highest form of flattery!

Fashion Feelings: I Don’t Want To Get Out Of Bed

Sometimes I hesitate writing posts of this nature, because…well, things often can be misunderstood or interpreted in ways that are not the way they were intended to be delivered.  And in this post, I’m addressing the fact that I am a mother, and yet, I still have feelings of my own.  Sure, I know we are all aware of this.  But ARE WE, REALLY aware of this fact?  Because geez, the amount of guilt that I have to fight off for feeling stuff sometimes makes me think that this is not common knowledge.

Last week it was my birthday.  And besides a day trip over the weekend with a couple of my (awesome) friends, my actual birthday and birthday week, was, how shall I saw this…HUGELY DISAPPOINTING.  Now I need to get this out of the way.  I have absolutely NOTHING to complain about in the grand scheme of things.  I have an amazing family and friends and a lot of things to be thankful for.  But you guys, I think most of us have expectations that our birthday will be special, right?

Here’s what happened.  Our babysitting situation fell through on my actual birthday due to a miscommunication.  The previous weekend had been hectic, so I spent the actual day of my birthday power cleaning and trying to recover the house…because just because it was my birthday, doesn’t mean that stuff could really wait.  Plus, since our plans fell through, we decided to celebrate on a different day.  But then…the kids got sick.  So…I think you can imagine how the week went.  We cancelled all of our usual plans as well as my birthday plans.  I spent the week waking up in the middle of the night helping coughing kids.  I spent the days dragging my butt around, eating and drinking as many superfoods as I could humanly consume and washing endless amounts of laundry.  Begging and cajoling kids who didn’t feel like eating to eat and drink something.  Don’t hear me wrong on this…this is not meant as a complaint.  Obviously, I adore my kids and all I wanted was for them to feel better.  I felt badly for their poor little runny noses and I do enjoy taking care of them.  BUT YOU GUYS, NO ONE WANTS TO SPEND THEIR BIRTHDAY WEEK LIKE THAT!

I’m for reals NOT looking for sympathy here.  I’m just trying to bring up the whole “mom guilt” issue that just relentlessly plagues moms everywhere.  Propagated even further by social media, where it appears that all moms on there love EVERY FREAKING MINUTE of motherhood (how is that even possible, I mean, do YOU like wiping poop daily??), this is just a real live thing when you’ve got kids.  From the moment I had my first baby, I changed a lot.  I began caring about both my kids more than myself in a lot of ways.  The things that I worry about and think about center around them more often than they do around myself now.  BUT.  I’m still human. I still feel disappointment when my fun plans that I’ve been looking forward to for weeks, or maybe even a whole year (since that’s how often your birthday comes up!), get cancelled.  And yeah, I had a few pity party moments.  Because no matter how much you love your kids, you’re so thankful for them, and you would pretty much do anything for them…you still want to have fun.  And my husband reminds me often (he’s a great guy!) that my feelings are still valid.  That it’s okay that I still want to do things for myself.  That it’s not selfish to be disappointed when I don’t get to do what I was planning and hoping to do.

One of the things I’ve found makes it better for me, is to allow myself some time to feel how I feel.  I feel disappointed?  Okay, I acknowledge and validate why I feel that way.  I let myself cry a little, I feel it…and then I remind myself how much I love my kids, how lucky I am to have them, and how they’re only young for a period of time.  That someday, they will wipe their own noses, and I may even miss wiping snot.  Or poop.  (Yikes, being a mom is WEIRD!)  I try hard to not berate myself for being well, myself.  I love to do fun things.  I love to spend time with my husband and have all his attention for a change.  I’m a mom.  And yes, I’m still a human.

For the days I just don’t want to get out of bed, there’s ugly chic couture!  Pajama pants (are the best!) that don’t look like pjs, and an “ugly” tee.  Pair these with a kick ass pair of shoes, and you can “roll outta bed” in style, whether you feel like it or not.

And to all you moms out there feeling guilty for having feelings, stop being so hard on yourselves.  The very fact that you feel so bad about all this stuff means you’re a great mom.  So just be YOU and remember that your kids will notice that and follow suit.  Being a mom is challenging enough without being so dang hard on yourself!


On Being Born Free and This Tee That Reminds Me

I heard someone say something that really resonated with me today.  He said: “We were built for victory.  But fear keeps us in defeat.”  It really struck me for two reasons.  One, I don’t often believe that I was actually BUILT for victory.  I just assume that sometimes, dreams just don’t work out and accepting reality is just part of life.  And two, fear has been a major sticking point for me on a lot of things in life.  I was born a bold risk taker, and then rewired to be fearful and overly cautious to a fault.  So when I heard that statement, it really rocked my mind!

I was talking with my husband yesterday about how before we went through our few years of intense struggles, I had this very specific and intense goal and plan.  It was something that I had literally dreamed about since I was a child…and it was this thing that sort of drove me to keep going in a lot of ways.  I’m SUCH a goal oriented person, that it was a large, and sometimes too large, part of my life and my thoughts.  Then, when we lost all of what we had worked for and basically had to start over (and at a deficit no less!) I had gone for so long without even the hope of this goal, that it was gone.  It was like it was completely dead and buried in a graveyard of dreams that would never be.  And for a while, I was sort of “okay” with that.  I think in my recovery process, for a while I just couldn’t really deal with any more loss…I had lost enough, so the thought of dealing with things I never had and lost was just too great a burden to bear.  But after a while, I began to feel more and more of a whole person and then, the actual hole that the dream had left became more apparent.  In straight terms, I sometimes feel like I lack the vision and passion I had before.

Maybe some of that’s good.  That vision and passion drove me so hard, even to the point of depression at times because I could not immediately attain it, that it needed to take a breather.  It needed to be there, encouraging me forward, but not in a way that I could not enjoy life in the meantime and the journey to get to it.  However, I think I would like to regain some of that vision.  Because if I was “meant for victory”, then this story isn’t finished.  I told my husband that I go back and forth between thinking that my goals and dreams are not dead and that they’re still going to happen…and that I should just let them go and assume that they are a thing of the past.  His response was that the latter of the two options was dangerous, because it would allow me to slip into a state of apathy and acceptance for something that is temporary.  He was right.  I was not “meant for defeat”, even though defeat is sometimes part of the journey.  I was born free of fear…and the fear of hoping and dreaming again is what can keep me from that victory.

I have to remind myself that sometimes my leaning towards fears and accepting defeat are not part of who I am.  They were learned, and now I must UNlearn them and stand in the victory I was meant to.  Because I can still work for, believe for, and hope for the things that I was meant to experience.  THAT is victory even in the times when things are not obviously victorious!

I know you probably can’t read it, but this shirt says: “Born Free” so I thought it was appropriate for this post!  I gotta say, this outfit is pretty much straight inspired by Spell Designs…I can never get enough of their bohemian eclectic colorful fringy goodness!  The boots are old Sam Edelman, but fringe booties are EVERYWHERE now, and an absolute essential for the fringe lover like myself!  The skirt is Free People, the top is Bandit Brand (amazing vintage inspired graphic tees!), and the jacket is Off Fifth.  The belt is from “my” store (I call it “mine” because I love it and I have the privilege of styling there!) so it’s second hand amazingness!  Don’t forget about the necklace.  Ohhhhh that necklace is new from Zachary Pryor on Etsy.  Gotta love a good statement piece!

I hope you’re dreaming big and feeling free today!

On Plaid Blazers and Not Really Looking Like The Others

I got to spend the day in Santa Barbara today, which is about two hours or a bit shy of that south of where I live.  It’s always SUCH a treat because usually my husband and I come down and my mom watches the kids at home so he can work at a coffee shop and I…shop.  Are you surprised?  Hahaha… I come down frequently enough that there are stores where people actually recognize me.  That’s kind of fun because it feels a little like a vacation spot and yet a little like home still.  Oh today was a good one you guys.  I found the new Off Fifth (shopping heaven) and got some new goodies that are kind of out of character for me, which is kind of fun and different.  I had a specific style vision and I did SO good you all would be proud of me!!

I went into a really fun second hand/consignment shop and was waiting in line, when I overheard this woman saying something to the effect of: “her pants” as she motioned at me.  This is not surprising.  I am the reigning “pants queen” so people talking about my pants is pretty normal.  She asked what they were and they were of course my new Show Me Your Mumu denim bells which I am constantly wearing these days, and she immediately grabbed a pen and some paper as I rattled off brands she’d like and what I was wearing.  It’s always so much fun when this happens.  I feel like I’m secretly getting to style someone as well as share insider secrets about fun new fashion that I know they’re gonna go nuts for.  So after all this she asked me where I lived, and she kind of paused and looked at me funny.  “You don’t look like the typical San Luis person to me”, she said.  Hilarious.

This is funny to me for a few reasons.  One, I was born and raised in San Luis, with little to no experience with outside areas.  I mean, I got culture shock when I would go 45 minutes south.  I was very much born and RAISED in San Luis.  Two, this is funny because as an outside observer, she really nailed it.  I have never ever felt like a San Luis person.  There are a LOT of reasons for that, but part of that is the fact that I always feel like I’m so fascinated with styles from all over the world that (thanks to the internet and the magic of Instagram) I am always trying to find items from places like Australia, Turkey, France…you name it…I’m in love with different places and the fashion that expresses them.  It’s weird how I can feel like I belong somewhere but yet not feel like I am like the others who live there.

So here it goes.  My weird, funky, non San Luis styling for a plaid blazer.  Because I don’t see anyone dressed like this anywhere around me.  Here’s me, a SLO native, NOT looking like one! :)


I love this blazer with a graphic tee and the infamous Berkeley Bells.  It’s so funky and easy.  And it of course needs my favorite Free To Wander squash blossom to add the necessary styling element turquoise.

I thought I’d maybe do something fun and a little more dressy with this jacket…like add vintage fur!  I was getting major Penny Lane in plaid vibes when I put this together!  I love these pleather leggings (when it’s actually COLD outside!!) because they’re so much classier than plain black leggings.  Booties kind of balance out the shiny leather and keep it from going too “evening wear” and work well with the colors in the jacket.

Hey.  It’s okay to not look like everyone else.  That’s a hard one to learn and I definitely learned that personally trying hard TO look like everyone else.  I spent a few years desperately trying to convince everyone around me (and mostly myself) that I WAS a San Luis person.  It was super painful for me to not feel like I was the same as everyone around me because I thought that it meant I didn’t belong in my hometown.  But the truth is, I am different and my town needs me because I am different.  Every place needs LOTS of different people with different styles, passions, and gifts.  Otherwise it would be quite a boring place right??

Happy Wednesday



Leopard IS a Neutral

Working at a resale shop, I often have the privilege of getting to style women of all ages and all styles.  I get to talk to them about what they like, what they won’t wear, and how they like to style themselves.  Everyone is so different in their style personality and their lists of “dos and don’ts” for getting dressed!  One of the things I’ve noticed is that there are certain topics or items that when they come up, the response is either a adamant: YES I LOVE IT or the exact opposite…an: I WOULD RATHER GO NAKED THAN WEAR ____.  Okay okay, maybe the dislike isn’t quite THAT strong, but you get the general idea!!  Among those things are: the color yellow, palazzo pants, patterned leggings or pants, strapless things, maxi dresses, and yes, leopard.  I completely understand this.  Sometimes leopard can conjure up an image of a flashy, skin tight, blingy, way over the top outfit that turns women off to the pattern all together.  And if you’re the kind of person who likes to wear a simpler, more understated look and this is your association with leopard, then I totally get it!

I’m here to tell you today that leopard print can be a neutral.  For all you who want to start pattern mixing…leopard is one of those patterns that mixes quite well with florals and plaids, making it a very basic pattern to mix in to your wardrobe.  Leopard print booties are a great way to add a pop of pattern to a simple jeans and tee.  A leopard print scarf can make a black dress so chic.  It’s a great accent pattern!

I have leopard EVERYTHING.  I could do it from head to toe (alright I couldn’t do it well…I just COULD clothe myself in it from head to toe if I wanted to, you know what I mean!).  I love it.  You know what I love it with?  The color red and cowboy boots.  So that’s what I’m going to show you today…how to wear leopard in a more fun, boho cowgirl kind of way!  Because if that doesn’t sound like fun then I don’t know what does!!

Okay so with this geometric sweater, this leopard skirt totally looks nothing like the traditional ways you often see leopard being worn.  If you  mix leopard with more masculine pieces and strong primary colors, it won’t have that fluffy, little girl look it can have like when it’s mixed with pink or purple.  I also love how cowboy boots make it more casual.

Don’t you love how red mixes with leopard?  When you add a vintage men’s graphic tee, again it makes leopard more of a neutral and fun piece.

I love how herringbone mixes with leopard.  Again, kind of a menswear inspired outfit.  The brown suede and black fringe on the scarf really ties together the brown and black of the skirt.

Leopard doesn’t have to be worn in a skin tight bodycon dress.  Although that’s super sexy…it doesn’t have to be like that!  It can be fun, casual, and bohemian when done right!!

Give it a shot!  You never know till you try it!!

Happy middle of the week!


My Crazy Fun Fluffy Vintage Skirt

When I was in high school, I bought a baby blue vintage polyester suit…like jacket and pants straight from the 1970s.  To you reading this, after seeing my photos and knowing a little about me, that sounds very normal.  Let me explain.  In high school I wasn’t “cool”.  I wore weird stuff, but not in a good way.  I had bad hair and bad glasses, and I was fresh off the homeschool boat with absolutely zero clue who Michael Jackson or Kurt Cobain were, what was in style, or how exactly to use a blow drier.  Thankfully, I went to a super small rather dorky school where everyone was pretty nice…and I didn’t have to suffer for my lack of experience in the world.  Enough of the “cooler” girls thought I was nice and a few of the more “popular” boys thought I was decently pretty (by some miracle) so I made out quite nicely in my earlier high school years before getting some measure of a clue.  And now back to that jacket and pants.  I bought them at the thrift store because I loved them.  I had zero clue how to wear vintage at the time but I knew I needed them.  Unfortunately I really never figured out what to do with them, so they ended up back at the thrift store years later and now I want to cry when I think about how much I could use those pieces right now!!

After high school and after college, I figured out how to wear vintage.  I started wearing fluffy vintage dresses and nightgowns and loaned out some of them as Halloween costumes.  I was the girl wearing a red bandana around her head, cowboy boots, glittery eye shadow, and a giant tutu.  To work.  And no, I didn’t work as a clown or delivering singing telegrams.  I may have missed my calling…

Somewhere along the line I started losing myself and my individuality when I started trying to conform and win people’s approval.  One by one my fluffy skirts and vintage dresses ended up in a box buried in my closet.  It’s been a LONG time since I’ve boarded the flouncy train.  And then, a miracle happened.  I went into Ruby Rose and I saw this skirt.  Pale blue.  Fluffy.  Layers upon layers of tulle.  I was getting major Kacey Musgraves vibes from it.  And I wanted to buy it and wear it with cowboy boots and a tiara.  Okay, okay, I scratched the tiara.  For now.  But I wore it and I felt like ME.  Fluffy, crazy, borderline clownish…ME.  I felt like screaming I’M BACK as I flounced through the grocery store pushing my giant stroller.  It was super weird for everyone else buying groceries, but hey, who cares!!

So here, my friends, is how to wear a uber fluffy skirt without looking like a clown!


Pair it with some cowboy boots or just some regular boots and a graphic tee.  You could go in any direction…a floral tee and tall boots and some pearls would be a softer look.  A destroyed tee and some old Converse would be super retro fabulous.  Any tee will do, but it’s a nice addition to this fun skirt!  This tee is Bandit Brand…they’re such a great source for vintage inspired shirts!

You can go full western with a skirt like this and add a button down.  A plaid button down would be super cute too.

And here is how I wore it for the first time.  Fringe leather vest, off shoulder floral shirt, and vintage bolo.  My son asked me if I was a princess.  All the little girls at church ogled me and oohed and ahhed at my outfit.  A lady asked if she could take a photo of me to show her friend.  So there you have it.  If you want to know what it feels like to be famous, wear a crazy outfit!

Have fun with your clothes and be who you are!  Even if that means looking a little out of the ordinary!





Mixing the Old With the New…Vintage Kimono and Lace Bells

Out with the old and in with the new.  I’ve never been super great with this concept.  I mean, I think I’m only halfway on board with it.  I often love the old.  I mean, the vintage, the history, and the people and events that preceded me and paved the way for me and my story really have my heart.  However, there is a time and a place to love the new things too.  I have a harder time with this.  I think I was kind of raised in an environment where “new” was synonymous with “scary”.  This left me feeling rather hesitant to embrace things I wasn’t familiar with and even more hesitant to let go of the things I was.  I love re watching my favorite shows and re reading my favorite books.  I love my favorite stores, brands, and restaurants.  And of course trying new things is exciting, but it’s always a little bit of a risk for me.

I feel like often people are way too quick to get rid of things just because they are “old”, but that being said, I hold on much too tightly.  I’m learning to embrace the excitement of new things instead of just being sad about the things I’ve had to let go of.  Having little kids is helpful for me because life moves fast with them.  I don’t have time to be sad about getting rid of their old clothes because I’ve gotta bust a move and get them new stuff that fits, and FAST because they grow SO FAST!!  It’s exciting and fun to see them wear their new clothes and always doing new things that they maybe couldn’t do yesterday.  Now I need to just get excited like that about my own life!

This outfit is a mix of old and new…and I love that.  I love honoring the vintage, the handmade special things by wearing them with beautiful new pieces.  I’ll never stop loving the old.  I’m just gonna get more excited about the new :)


The pants are new.  The kimono is vintage and obviously handmade because it’s got this gorgeous lining and it’s so silky and thick.  The shirt is new to me, but it’s kind of a vintage replica of a band tee that I got second hand.  The jewelry is all vintage and thrifted.  This outfit is a beautiful assortment of things for me.  And somehow, it all works together symbiotically!

Hope your weekend ROCKS


My Crazy, Loud Clothing

When I was about nine years old, I decided that the only pants I was going to wear were leggings.  Probably because I was homeschooled, I had no sense of style (leggings were not like super cool then), and because I liked to run around outside, they were so much more comfortable than jeans or skirts.  Now here’s the kicker.  Because it’s me, you know those leggings weren’t just regular old black leggings.  Oh heck no.  One pair was lime green, and shockingly so.  The other pair was this massive oversized black and white herringbone pattern with giant purple flowers on it.  Yep.  I have ALWAYS worn weird clothing.  I wore those leggings pretty much exclusively till they just died of overuse.  And I loved every minute of them.

Even though those leggings were pretty dang ugly, I remember loving how crazy they were.  They weren’t boring to me…they had so much personality and they were loud.  Probably a lot like me.  Loud and definitely not boring.  I’m a lot of things, but I’m definitely not quiet and I’m not boring.  When I found this shirt from AA Vintedge I was so excited.  It’s from the 1970s, fringed, and kind of loud. I could actually have worn it with my scary lime green leggings now and been totally in style!


I’m wearing them with these amazing stretchy bells from Crazy Jays that I can’t stop wearing!  I probably will always wear loud clothing.  Some of it will probably be by some people’s standards, ugly.  But it ain’t gonna stop me from wearing them.  I owe it to my nine-year-old crazy legging loving self.

Happy weekend!  Get your crazy pants on and party!









Rock and Roll

I’m just gonna say it straight.  I’ve never been all that cool.  I just found my childhood cassette tape collection, of which the contents totally prove my point.  Granted, my parents were a lot to blame for what tapes I was actually allowed to own…but the point still stands no matter who’s fault it was.  I was homeschooled against my will.  I wore clothing that was handmade…and while that’s SUPER cool now, it sure as heck wasn’t when I was nine years old.  I was the annoying kid who when I finally went to school in high school, teachers would call on because they knew I couldn’t lie so I’d rat out any one who might be trying to pull a fast one.  Oh if I could go back I’d dress like Alicia Silverstone in Clueless (then promptly get expelled for going against dress code!!) and I’d listen to amazing music and be as pop culture cool as I could get.

Sometimes my lack of “coolness” and inadequacies really weigh on me.  Something I see reminds me of how low I was just a year ago.  I see someone’s photos on social media and I realize how behind I am in basically everything…and yet again how I am not nearly as cool as EVERY OTHER blogger and mom in the universe.  And then I have to remind myself of who exactly I am and how none of that other stuff really matters.  If I measure my “coolness” by other people I never will be cool.  But if I measure it by how I am living my life and choosing to continue to move forward and just be ME, then I’m super cool.  That’s what counts.

So my Monday Mojo may be iffy today, but I’m wearing my rock and roll tee and awesome pants and squash blossom because those are chock full of mojo even when I’m not.


We all just gotta remind ourselves daily of who we are and why we actually are pretty darn cool.  Find what makes you cool, and be it to the max.  That’s what I’m trying to do…to be my own brand of cool.  I think it’s worth the effort!!

Happy Monday!