Fashion Feelings: Waiting for Spring

Sometimes in California, it seems that we barely get winter.  We often head straight from summer into indian summer…and then we get like a few days of “cooler weather”, and we are right back where we started in warm temperatures.  I’d say it’s been like that for the past few years here on the Central Coast.  We all buy sweaters and jackets and there are a few bold enough to attempt a pea coat or trench coat (usually the attempts are in vain) and then we stare at our closets, dripping sweat, and wonder why on earth we thought it was a good idea to buy cashmere. You know the story, we got caught up watching Gossip Girl reruns and  had visions of tights and scarves, then came crashing back to reality that you can’t dress like that when it’s 75 outside.  That’s the norm I’d say around here.

However, that is not the case this year.  On the contrary,  we are actually getting our winter.  My rain boots have been worn more in the past few months than they have over the entire time I’ve owned them.  No exaggeration.  Sure, we’ve had a few glorious days that feel like spring, but they are bookended with rain, and LOTS to it.  There’s dams breaking and flooding and mud sliding…all the things that you typically DON’T associate with California…where literally six months ago people were STANDING IN the bone dry lake taking Instagram photos.   And after all that waiting for rain and wondering if we’d ever have a winter again, how do you think it makes us feel?  Yeah.  For the most part, we are all just waiting for spring.

I’m not going to use this post to complain about the weather, no, I’m really talking about the seasons more as a metaphor than anything else.  Because, OBVIOUSLY the rain won’t last forever, and it’s not even all that bad compared to other parts of the world.  What I’m talking about is waiting for newness.  Most of the time, I feel like I am surrounded by people who are waiting for a change to happen.  You can hear it in their conversations as you pass by, you can sense it in them…that urgency to move past something, be it school or a temporary job, to get to where they are going.  Sure, that’s kind of part of life.  A lot of life is spent in waiting rooms, boring classes, jobs we aren’t excited about, grocery store lines…that’s normal.  I’m not really talking about THAT kind of waiting.  I’m talking about the WAITING.  You know, that deep-down-in-your-soul waiting that you can’t talk about without either getting so fired up that you can’t stop thinking about it OR you completely dissolve into tears because you “just can’t” anymore?  THAT kind of waiting.  It’s the kind where you desperately want to get pregnant and have been waiting for what feels like your whole life to be a mom.  It’s the kind where you just KNOW that there’s a job or a purpose for you outside of working at a dead end job filled with busy work you could not care less about.  THAT kind of waiting.  Waiting for spring to come.

I must confess that I have had this kind of waiting in me my whole life.  It’s very painful to even admit that sometimes, because it means I’m still doing it.  It started when I was a child (because I grew up with parents who were “waiting” and unfortunately they passed their torch to me at a very young age in that area).  I was more of a grown up child, who wished and hoped to solve everything for my parents at an age when I should have been more concerned with what the hot new toy was rather than my dad’s income comparative to the home prices in our town.  So even as a child, I was waiting for something that was not my responsibility to wait for.  That sucks.  Because now as an adult, instead of waiting for a “normal” amount of adult years, it’s mostly feels like I came out of the womb with a burden, not only to change things for myself, but to fix it for everyone around me.  And trust me, I’m not the only one suffering from this kind of waiting here.

So what do you do with this kind of waiting?  To be honest, on days like today, I feel like it is actually going to crush me.  What then?  Do you just put on your winter parka and decide that winter will last forever?  Do you just hunker down and accept it?  No.  You put on your spring clothes.  It may be freezing (so maybe don’t LITERALLY do that if you’re in a snowy climate, okay?) and it may feel VERY VERY WRONG.  People may stare at you.  They may even ask you why you’re dressed for spring when it’s CLEARLY still winter outside.  And you tell them: “because spring is right around the corner, and I want to be ready for it when it comes”.  Do you get what I’m saying?  Emotionally, we need to “dress” for spring time.  Because the winter won’t last forever.  Seasons change, and believe me, I know people who are living in spring time and they are still bundled up for the deep freeze.  They’re scared to change their emotional attitudes because they believe it’s still winter time.

On a lighter note, I am quite guilty of dressing for the season I WANT it to be, rather than the one I am currently in.  I think it’s partly just my creative nature, and partly the fact that most of the time if someone tells me something is impossible I tend to take that as a challenge.  Dressing for the wrong season is my forte, quite literally.  Days like today, I humbly admit that I’ve been in my parka all day long even though the weather has been beautiful.  I have gotten it all wrong and it’s time to put on my cropped floral pants and say screw that, I’m dressing for spring!

Who’s with me?
Katy

Pants: Vintage, similar HERE (and on clearance!)
Top: Old Urban Outfitters, similar HERE
C
ombat Boots: Jeffrey Campbell, similar HERE (and a screaming deal too!)
Earrings: H&M in store, black version HERE

On Not Being Risk Taker…Except In Fashion!

I was watching Modern Family this week (if you don’t watch it, you must because it’s hilarious!) and one of the plot lines was about parents being overly cautious with their little girl learning to ride a bike.  It was really funny of course, and as a parent now, I completely understand this sentiment.  However, it made me remember myself as a child, and how overly cautious I was…and how it really didn’t serve me well.

I was that kid who basically was afraid of most everything.  Germs, sports, the dark, and giant structures of dinosaur bones (my parents took me to a lot of museums, so that should make more sense to you knowing that).  I was bad at sports because I was scared to take risks, and if you don’t have confidence, you tend to fall a lot.  So I never roller skated down hills.  I never learned to skateboard or do much with bats or balls that could potentially injure me.  I got semi decent at gymnastics until I realized that I was completely not flexible and a foot taller than everyone in my class.  Dance was out after my parent shut it down.  I mean, I was always more interested in music anyway, but being semi decent at something physical would have been nice, you know?  I remember my best friend introducing me to “sour grass”…you know that clover looking stuff that kids chew on because it tastes sour?  I refused to try it, because I informed her that “a dog could have peed on it” and she’d never know.  I was the total life of the party right??

The first time I went on an airplane was when I went on my senior trip to Europe in high school.  I know…dove right in, didn’t I?!  I was of course, fairly afraid to fly (I mean, you’re sitting on a chair IN THE SKY for crying out loud), partly because I’d never done it before.  Hilariously, my very first flight hit some turbulence and 90 percent of the passengers on the plane vomited into those little bags they provide.  Or onto my jacket and my shoe.  So that happened, and I thought that dramamine was just something you had to take to survive flying at all…and for my second flight, no one vomited and everyone fell asleep due to the drugs.  The first time (and second time) I tried snowboarding, I fell on my butt every single time I got off the dumb ski lift.  I mean, the thing was not moving at all that fast, but regardless, I would literally sit down in slow motion in the snow when it stopped.  Yeah.  It sucked.  I finally gave up and tobogganed down the bunny slopes on my rear end like a little kid.  I’ve still never been skiing, water skiing, wake boarding, in a lake, to Mexico, or to the bar downtown that smells like urine and bleach.  You can get a basic sense of how adventurous I truly am!

I really want my kids to have an appropriate amount of fearlessness.  Like, obviously I want them to be smart about stuff, but they shouldn’t be afraid to play sports or try new stuff.  Being adventurous when you’re young gives you a lot more life experiences to lean on and helps you be more of a flexible adult.  Unlike me, who all joking aside, struggles a lot to go out of my hometown where I have my comfort zone all mapped out.  I’m working on it, but it’s so much harder than if I had been taught that certain things weren’t meant to be feared on the level that I feared them.  I mean, I eventually loved sour grass and hey, probably munched on a little dog pee, but it’s sterile right?

Thankfully, I never developed fear of wearing different or interesting things, so that’s something right?  I’ve got a renewed love of vintage slips (can you tell?!) so I thought this one would be fun to pair with my husband’s military inspired shirt (he loves it when I raid his stuff even though my clothes try to eat his clothes in our closet!) and some combat boots.  It’s fun to play around with the soft girly quality of the lacy vintage with the elements of the more masculine like lace up boots and a men’s shirt.  Fearlessness belongs in many things, and fashion is most definitely one of them!

Have an AMAZING and FEARLESS weekend!
Katy

Ankle Zip Skinny Jeans and Extremes.

I’ve been on the lookout for ankle zip jeans for a few years now.  They’re one of those annoyingly perfect items that I see on everyone, and yet I never manage to find in a store.  Like where are they all GETTING these jeans?  Is there a secret ankle zip jean warehouse that I don’t know about?  I mean come on.  Think about it.  When was the last time you saw someone wearing ankle zip jeans?  Got it?  Okay now think about the last time you saw them in a store.  See what I mean??  But I digress.  I FINALLY found this amazing pair of ankle zip grey super stretchy skinny jeans at H&M in Santa Barbara.  They were under $30 and they are just about perfect.

My first pair of jeans (from what I remember, and my memory is all a blur of siamese cats, me hiding in a pile of stuffed animals, and running around naked with a dress-up chef’s hat on, so it’s not the most reliable) was an ankle zip pair.  Oh my goodness do I remember those jeans.  They were slightly acid wash but darker denim, skinny jeans, with a denim bow at the top of that glorious ankle zipper.  I literally never felt cooler in my life than when I put them on at the ripe old age of eight.  My mom didn’t shop unless it was at thrift stores (and that was definitely not cool then) so these were like a rare, brand new item.  I will never forget those jeans.  I haven’t owned a pair since then.  So I think it’s about time for a new pair, dontcha?

I am an extremes personality.  No, not an EXTREME personality, I’m just all about extremes.  I’m learning to find more of a happy medium, but I tend to gravitate towards the “all or nothing” kind of mindset.  I’m all skinny jeans or giant bell bottoms.  Nude makeup or dark smokey eyes.  I mean, give me a topic and I’ll tell you how I feel about it.  I FEEL about basically everything.  I think this is partly why I love these jeans.  They are committed to being skinny jeans.  Again.  Giant bells, or super skinny.  Anything in between is just hard for me because it’s non committal.  You can totally laugh at me now, it’s ok.

I love how easy they are.  Black tee I cut the sleeves off, New Balance shoes, and some silver vintage jewelry.  Done.  Ready to run errands with the kids.

I thought I’d kind of halfway dress them up.  Kept the running shoes, added a turquoise tassel necklace from Anthropologie and a sheer floral kimono.  Still works with the sportier look, but a little softer and more girly.

Dressing them up a bit more, I swapped the shoes for these strappy Jeffrey Campbell booties and swapped out the tank top for this mini tunic dress from Urban Outfitters.  I used some sparkly jewelry and gold to class up the jeans, since gold always kind of gives off a fancier vibe.

I love my bells so much.  But it’s kind of a nice switch to wear some skinny jeans! Plus, for those of you who have small children, you know how much easier it is to move around in skinny jeans than wide leg pants!!

Happy Wednesday!  Hope you have magical luck finding yourself a pair of ankle zip skinny jeans like I did!  Or just make it easy and run over to H&M. :)

Katy

Finding The Monday Magic

You know those outfits you put on and you just get all tingly inside because they just feel RIGHT?  Like you put something on and you just know it looks good AND it feels good AND it’s fun?  I feel like no matter how many clothes you own (and I own a LOT of clothes), those pieces are harder to find than you’d think.  I mean, to be honest, I’ll often find something and think “oh this is going to be one of those things that I just love and wear all the time!”  And instead, I wear it a few times and never really love it all that much.  There’s something about clothing stores and fitting rooms that can really trick you into thinking something looks better than it does!  But that’s really the meaning behind Monday Mojo.  It’s like those little pieces of magic in my closet that I can always pull out when I’m in doubt about what to wear.

Last week at the store, this dress came in.  And instantly, I was attached to it.  It’s this brand called Holding Horses that is sold at Anthropologie, and I LOVE it.  Something about that brand is just special.  Usually the pieces are plaid and they have a bit of a vintage look about them, but they are created in a slightly unique way that makes them just interesting and different from your normal plaid pieces.  This dress is no exception.  I LOVE this thing.  It feels kind of like a hoe down meets ball gown dress (if that were even possible!) and it’s just comfy and flowy and makes me feel thinner than I actually am.  MAGIC.  Plus I love how it can be styled in different ways to change the look of it.

I thought it could be fun to give this dress a rocker edge so I put it over my new ankle zip skinny jeans from H&M and added my Jeffrey Campbell strappy booties.  Lots of gold jewelry just because that adds a nice edge!

Fur.  Yep.  Tory Burch boots and this vintage fur collar and these earrings.  These earrings from Gypsies Caravan.  These earrings are like the most amazing earrings I’ve ever seen and with the fur, I kind of feel magical.  It just is my new favorite combo.

Happy Monday!  Hope you’ve found your magical outfit for the week! :)

Katy

I’m Just Like My Toddler

Sometimes I envy my daughter.  She’s two and she’s already way more out of her shell than I ever was when I was a kid.  That girl is like the funniest person I have ever met!  She dances when she feels like it.  Sings whatever pops into her head.  Wears whatever she wants with whatever she wants.  And she makes the weirdest expressions while she rubs yogurt in her hair.  Ahhhh to be a child.

First of all, I know kids are just kids.  They don’t have a lot of fear in them and they are able to just express themselves without a lot of social constraints.  But still…she’s got a freedom in her that it took me a long time to exhibit.  I was the kind of kid who desperately wanted to be the class clown.  The one who could get everyone’s attention easily and make everyone laugh.  Instead I was the silent one.  Once I tried out for a musical and I didn’t get the part because they said they couldn’t hear me when I spoke.  Yeah, people can pretty much hear me from anywhere now.  I guess it’s always been my goal to be much more like a kid in all the good ways as I grow up…to make up for all the times I wasn’t like a kid when I was younger.

So I dress how I like.  Wear weird things and fluffy skirts.  I try not to rub yogurt in my hair…but I definitely do take cues from my two-year-old :)

Dress is from Curio SLO and the boots are Jeffrey Campbell…sunglasses are Free People.  I love the crazy gold vintage embroidery on this dress…and paired with combat boots it feels just a tad tough!

My wish for everyone is that they can have a little muse too…they are the most fun!! :)

Happy weekend!
Katy