My Summer “Wish List”

Let me get this out of the way, because I hate preachy posts that make me feel like I shouldn’t want stuff.  TRUST ME, I have a list three miles long of the things that I want, and NONE OF THEM are cheap.  So making you feel like I’m all altruistic and have sworn off shopping would be a MAJOR miscommunication.  However this post is not about stuff.  It’s my grown up summer wish list, which doesn’t have as nice a ring to it as the whole grown up Christmas list, I realize, but it’s not Christmas and I’m frickin hot.

My Summer Wish List*
(*does not include all the stuff I want, I’ll hit you up later Santa Claus.)

  1. Have Fun
    I love how as a grown up, I have to like, purpose to have fun.  What the literal heck, you guys???  As a kid, all you want is to be a grown up so you can do whatever you want whenever you wanna do it.  Then you become a grown up, and you realize you can basically never ever do what you want because you have kids, you’re not independently wealthy, and, oh yeah, there are other people in this world who need you to do stuff for them.  One of my goals for the summer is to have fun.  Both the kind of fun that involves me shopping by myself and the kind that involves doing family stuff with my husband and kids…and trying desperately to ENJOY it instead of stressing about the fact that the kids are TOUCHING EVERYTHING.  Wish me luck, people.
  2. Be Wise, But Worry Less
    I like to shop.  Every time I intentionally try to “spend less” I end up feeling restricted mostly due to how I was raised, and I end up impulse buying something just so that I don’t feel trapped.  Uhhh…that’s not wise.  I find that for me, when I intend to “be wise” with how I shop, it makes for healthy purchasing habits.  I buy the things I would be sad I missed out on if I was strictly just trying to save money…and I don’t buy the things I would have bought just to make myself feel better.  And the second half of this whole thing goes along with this.  Worry less…meaning, when I’m being wise with my purchases, I can stop worrying about spending needlessly.  I want to enjoy the all the fun I’m trying to let myself have after all, right??
  3. Give Myself A Break
    I put a tremendous amount of pressure on myself.  To lose weight, to keep the house clean, to get my kids in bed exactly at the same time every night…and inevitably something gets in the way of any number of the things I’m attempting to control…and then I feel like I failed.  So this summer, I’d like to give myself more rest time.  Time to read a book, time to not think about any of the things I “need” to do, and time to recharge.  I often fill up that time with other things, and then feel rather burnt out on life.  That’s no good for anyone.

This dress was kind of one of those “I’d have been bummed if I missed it” purchases.  I popped into New With Tags in Paso Robles and this Raga LA dress was just hanging there, staring me in the face.  It’s so lightweight and flowy and makes for one of those great summer outfits that makes you feel so dressed up without being hot and uncomfortable.  The choker is from Amanda of The Desert Mermaid and the bolo is from my good friend Jessica from Hillbillygypsyboots.  The lace bralette is from Urban Outfitters, but you can find these babies almost anywhere now including Target!

Whatever’s on your wish list for the summer, I wish you great luck getting it or getting it done!



Trending: Grammy’s Style

The Grammy Awards are ALL about the music.  Right?  WRONG.  Sure, the awards of the evening may be going to best song and best new artist and all that, but the next day the only thing that most everyone is talking about is WHAT WAS EVERYONE WEARING?  Who got it right?  Who got it wrong?  Yes, the music is amazing, but it’s the pictures of those clothes that always stay ever so present in our mind’s eye.

So here are my awards for the night.  They are only my OPINIONS, and since I’m the only one voting, my picks win every time.

Best Dressed.  PERIOD.

Holy SMOKES you guys.  Now I’m gonna be real with you.  I’m not what you’d call an “Alicia Keys” fan.  I’m not NOT a fan, but I don’t typically buy her music and while I’ve always found her talented, she’s not like, my number one pick.  But I gotta say, this girl is sure winning me over lately.  She sounded AMAZING and basically chose the outfit I would choose if I was going to a super fancy event.  A SPARKLY JUMPSUIT.  And her hair…don’t get me started on her glorious hair…

Runner Up.  Because, You’ll See.

Another sparkly jumpsuit!  Thanks, Demi Lovato, for cementing this FABULOUS choice in stone for the evening.  Love the “wearable disco ball” look.  Two in a row, and they’re both stunning.


LOS ANGELES, CA – FEBRUARY 12: Singer Faith Hill attends The 59th GRAMMY Awards at STAPLES Center on February 12, 2017 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by Frazer Harrison/Getty Images)

Gosh I miss Faith Hill.  Where has she BEEN all these years?  She looked STUNNING in red and the only thing that could have made this get up better is a little theme music to go with it.  Someone give that woman a microphone please!

Honorable Mention.  VERY Honorable.

Ok isn’t this STUNNING?  I’m not a “purple” person per say (slipped in a little alliteration there for ya), but this whole lace body suit/dress thing is really really regal.  It moved so beautifully when she walked and was the perfect amount of sexy and sweet.  Plus, Maren Morris ain’t bad to listen to either ;)

Hope you enjoyed the show.  I have to say I found the whole night to be a bit on the predictable side to be quite honest and there weren’t many performances (besides the opening number, like they probably shoulda just called it a night after letting Adele open) that I found to be that interesting.  But hey, the clothing sure didn’t disappoint, and that always makes for a fun show!


Real World Style: Goth Feels

I’ve never been much down for the whole “goth thing”.  However, I have friends and relatives who fully embraced the trend a long time ago…the whole dark and moody thing just never really worked for me.  I mean, I didn’t even start wearing black until about five years ago!  I am the least dark and twisty person you could find…and a lot of time my style reflects that.  That’s not to say that I don’t appreciate the style in certain ways though!

Goth seems like it was a total late 80s and early 90s style kind of sub sect, especially amongst angsty teens.  I remember one of my good friends talking endlessly about Marilyn Manson (although we were a bit on the young side to really be listening to him) and wearing almost black lipstick.  She definitely embraced the moodier side of fashion while I was still wearing pink and listening to uber pop music in all it’s happy glory.

Isn’t it funny how the style cycle is moving quicker these days it seems?  I think because of social media and iPhones and all that jazz, photos get disseminated much quicker and almost immediately after a trend begins, we are oversaturated with it.  Fast fashion pumps out a style quicker than you can blink, and before you know it, you have an email in your inbox from Forever 21 with a complete collection of clothing based on that trend.  The fast fashion fairy godmothers plus the magic of Instagram equals a trend reaching the masses and then being “so over” much MUCH quicker than in any other time in history.  So we are now seeing trends cycle through, like some of the 90s punk goth stuff we are starting to see, when it wasn’t all that long ago we just saw black velvet chokers and dark lips walk down the runway THE LAST TIME they did.

The great thing however about all this lightning speed communication of trends is that there is so much more creativity happening amongst them!  The “goth” we are seeing now is definitely a throw back to the early 90s, but this time, it’s gotten a little fancier.  And this time, I’m gonna test it out because I’m a little bolder in my style choices than I was when I was a kid.  Clearly.

I found this photo in Marie Claire that I liked because it’s kind of an edwardian romantic take on goth.

I love the idea of mixing white and black lace together.  It takes the sweetness and delicacy of the lace and adds an edge.  I love testing out a trend or a style that doesn’t necessarily feel like “me”, because it often gives me new ideas and new courage to think (and dress) outside my usual box!

This look is like the fancier older sister of the moody goth younger brother.  Know what I’m saying?  I have a vintage Gunne Sax lace dress over a vintage black slip dress and some ruffly combat boots…because the ruffle is just plain fun.  I feel both moody and fancy at the same time.  I weirdly used to wear dark lipstick ALL THE TIME, but now it feels fun and yet strange.  It’s not my usual go-to style, but I’m gonna try and sneak some pieces of it into my weekly wardrobe!  Still listening to pop music though.  That’s not gonna change :)
Happy Monday!



On Tips For Customizing Your Wardrobe

You know what I’ve discovered?  That if there’s a “custom” option for a piece of clothing, I will ALWAYS choose it.  There’s just something about having something that ONLY you have…no one else…that makes my heart go pitter patter.  Somehow I’m always willing to spend more money to have something that was created just for me.  I think it’s even funny how if I find something that’s from Forever 21, but at like, a thrift store or a second hand store, I’m WAY more likely to buy it than if I actually found it at…Forever 21 itself!  Because the appeal of a single item hiding on a rack is WAY stronger than a giant rack full of the same thing.  It just seems…cheaper and way less cute than if it was standing alone!  I know, I know, it’s totally a trick of the mind because it’s the EXACT SAME THING that was at a box store on a huge rack maybe just months before…but it’s just different somehow!  I get it.  Custom stuff takes time and extra moolah, but to me, it’s worth it.

I had a revelation a long time ago when I found out that basically ALL celebrities who wear vintage and, well, anything else…get ALL their stuff altered to fit them. Wow.  That means that it’s not like, my body type or my height or whatever, it’s just that EVERYONE’S BODY is different!  I think this is what makes me place extra value on custom clothing.  It means that it will be literally made..for YOU.  Now I know we can’t all afford to get every piece of clothing custom made, and honestly that’s not necessary.  Sometimes you walk in to Target, and something fits you like a glove.  But when you’re really having trouble finding something, it might be worth the investment to just get it specially made!  I had trouble finding overalls that would fit me, so I special ordered them from LykkeWullf.  It was so worth the money.  Now I have a pair of overalls…made to fit me.  My exact measurements.  Comfortable AND cute.  Same with all the loads of stuff I have ordered from my FABULOUS friend Arwyn (@township31).  You are going to see a lot of stuff from her because, well, I love her, and she is so dang creative, I can’t stop!

Tips for customizing your wardrobe: (hint: you don’t need to buy all new stuff!)

  1. is your best friend.  I mean, gosh golly you can’t even go a few seconds of searching without finding something that you can custom order.  It’s a mecca for creativity and custom fits.
  2. Contact people over Instagram/Facebook and ask.  I’ve been surprised sometimes at the people who actually do custom orders but don’t necessarily advertise for it!  I’ve honestly just asked people…”hey can you make me one of those?” with GREAT success most times.
  3. Find a local tailor.  This can be the BOMB when it comes to thrifting.  Often it’s cheaper than you think, so just ask.  You never know what will happen!  This is a great way to take things you already have, but don’t fit you right, and make them AMAZING.  Also, it can be a great way to bargain shop for stuff.  Granted, you need to take into account the cost of the alterations, but you may still be getting a grand steal if you buy a pair of jeans at Goodwill for, say $15, and then it costs $20 to alter them.  Still can be much cheaper than buying them new!
  4. Know your measurements, even if it hurts.  I’m not gonna lie.  When I sent my measurement to LykkeWullf to get my overalls, I actually apologized.  Darn that stupid measuring tape that makes me feel like a loser!  It’s JUST a number, and remember it’s better to have clothes that fit well and make you look good, than it is to lie about your waist for vanity’s sake.  But darn it if it’s not tempting too…
  5. Decide what’s worth it and what’s not.  Some things can be belted, safety pinned, or just worn oversized, and it’s just fine.  Other things, like jeans for example, need to fit to look good.  So remember that it’s okay to invest in certain pieces, and you don’t always have to get a crazy bargain on every single thing in your closet!
  6. Find a creative friend who sews.  This is another great way to upgrade stuff you already have.  I mean, say you have a dress you never wear, but you love the fabric.  What if you had a friend who likes to sew cut the bottom off and add an elastic waistband?  Voila!  Instant skirt!  The options are endless when it comes to this kind of thing.  I mean, honestly I just cut stuff up sometimes and see what happens.  Some fabrics don’t fray easily and simply cutting off the sleeves or cutting a dress into a top can make an instant difference.

Okay.  This vest is like a dream to me.  I mean, when I saw that Arwyn had made one I immediately asked if I could commission her to make me one!  I am in awe of this craftsmanship.  I put it with this vintage Gunne Sax dress and my fringe boots from Sam Edelman…because it gave it a nice bohemian prairie feel!

I’m sweating bullets.  No, I’m not nervous, it’s just freaking hot.  Hope you all are staying cool out there…

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!

On Competition and Lace

Competition.  It’s one of those things that everyone deals with, no matter who you are or what age you are.  I mean, sometimes it’s friendly competition in a game or a contest, sometimes it’s a workplace thing where there’s money, status, or a promotion involved, and sometimes it’s just downright nasty.  I know guys deal with competition as well as women, but for some reason it just seems like in women it’s just worse.  Maybe it’s because guys overtly compete with each other often and it’s all out in the open…whereas when women compete, well, you know what happens.  There’s so much subtext, so much NOT being said, so much that  would go unnoticed to the undiscerning eye…it tends to be hidden.  I think anyone who’s been around other women at any point in their lives (or maybe has just watched a few episodes of The Bachelor for that matter!) has experienced this.

In high school, there weren’t that many of us really since it was such a small school.  And fortunately we were all so vastly different that we didn’t have a ton of competition amongst us.  There were some girls who I could see that dynamic going on with, but it thankfully didn’t leak onto me.  And my best friend and I were the good kind of girl friends, the kind who supported each other and didn’t have this horrid love/hate relationship that some girls have going on.  But when I became the youngest girl singing on the band at church, things were a bit different.  Now I’d like to point out that for the most part, everyone INCLUDING the women were really sweet and supportive.  But there were those few who just really couldn’t behave that way.  There were the women who were insecure about themselves and had a hard time with me coming in and “threatening their position” as women so often feel about other women.  So when I eventually became the leader, I decided that I didn’t want this kind of competition to exist on the band because of how it felt to be the recipient of it.

I remember asking a new girl to sing on the band along side myself and another singer.  She was very excited to join us and complete our team.  On her first night at practice, she sang great and the other girl singing with her was so encouraging to her.  I could tell she was going to be just fine, however I could tell by her demeanor that she was emotionally struggling.  I could see it on her face that no matter what anyone said to her, she didn’t feel good enough to be there.  The competition she was feeling was internal…it wasn’t coming from anyone else around her.  So after practice, everyone left but her and the other singer and I asked her gently “how did it go for you?”  She crumbled…tears streaming down her face she sobbed out how she didn’t feel like she was a good enough singer to sing with me and the other girl, how she felt inadequate, and how she didn’t think she belonged.  We hugged her, reassured her a bunch that we wanted her there, that there was nothing about her that was inferior to either of us, and that there most definitely was a place for her with us.  By the time she left, her whole face changed.  She was smiling, excited, and acting appropriately according to the way the night had gone.

Isn’t it funny how sometimes no one around us is competing with us, and yet we are still competing with everyone around us?  I honestly feel like at this point in my life, I am my biggest competition.  I am constantly comparing myself to who I USED to be…like the jeans I still can’t quite wear yet…I am constantly trying to be better than I used to be and better than I am.  So many times I find myself feeling badly about myself, crumbling much like I watched that girl do so long ago, even though there’s no real reason to feel that way.  It comes with being a typical type A personality, being a woman, and just being the kind of person who often equates things like weight gain due to pregnancy with failure.  I’m always competing with me.

I think what I love about this outfit is that it’s not trying to be anything other than it is.  I love this vintage slip because it looks a lot like what For Love and Lemons is most likely inspired by, and it has slits in the sides so it makes it perfect for wearing over jeans without being too billowy.  The bells are from Show Me Your Mumu of course and the necklace is from Zachary Pryor on Etsy.

I keep reminding myself that instead of trying to mimic who I was before…I need to be who I am now.  I need to understand that it’s not failure to be different than I was before a lot of things changed in my life…it’s not failure, but a new opportunity to rediscover things about myself.  So I love to put together outfits like this that are unique in themselves and feel fresh and like the me that is now. I mean, if I compete with myself, who wins??  Yeah that’s a brain teaser isn’t it?

Happy weekend all!

On Bad Days and Crazy Layers

Okay, so which one of you called it that after my last blog post about having some new ideas and all that…I’d want to just quit this week?  Yes!  I see that hand!  You’re the WINNER!  Of course you called it, because if you’ve met me (or read my blog posts, same deal), you know that right after I get inspired, I instantly decide that it’s not even worth trying…I mean, I’m no good at any of this anyway, and I should just go on and quit.  It’s such a lovely trait, I have to say.  It frustrates me to no end, but at the same time as I’m frustrated with myself, I still FEEL all those feelings, and that just makes it plain hard to fight.  I guess feelings aren’t always everything huh.

I’m thinking that while I may be a tad more dramatic than the average human, most people feel this way.  Because when you start anything new, or even begin to THINK about starting anything new, hurdles and challenges instantly appear.  I mean no matter how prepared you think you are, how determined of a person you are (and I am VERY determined despite the whole instantly wanting to quit thing!), or however many resources you have…there are always things to be conquered when you’re starting something new.  I guess for me, it all just came crashing down on me in one very bad day.  Cue the tiny violins to play for me please.

My day wasn’t really ALL that bad, but a few key things occurred that reminded me of all the hard stuff we went through a while ago.  While the outcome of these small things was completely and totally fine, I ended up not being fine by the end of my morning.  I was a wreck.  I suddenly was reminded of all the things that still needed to be taken care of…the things that haven’t happened yet…and what on EARTH was I doing thinking about starting something new when I couldn’t seem to get my sh** together.  Pardon my french.  I felt incredibly discouraged.  And honestly, I kind of thought maybe I should just not blog for a week or two and take some time off.  Because it’s not like I’m superman or something, I mean the city WILL be safe if I don’t write about my FEELINGS for a few minutes.  I mean, that’s just a given.  However, is that the right thing for me to do?  No.  So I put on my big girl panties (man I need new underwear as a side note!) and I went out and took some pictures of some weird outfits.  I put makeup on, put on some earrings, and pretended that I had it all together because you know what?  NO ONE HAS IT ALL TOGETHER.  I may not have it all together, but that’s not a requirement for moving forward.

I have been extremely guilty of not being happy where I AM because I am so focused on where I AM NOT.  And I want to change that.  So here I am, in my weird clothes, just trying to be HERE and move forward instead of looking backwards!

This lace dress is just SO fun…it’s a Free People dress but I got it at a consignment shop so here’s one similar.  These bells are just the best thing EVER and I know price-wise they are a bit of a commitment, but TRUST ME on this.  If you want legit bells and want them to be crazy comfortable, buy them.  I wear them so much it’s not even funny.  To be honest, I’m considering getting another pair in a different wash I love them so much!  The vest I got from Classic Rock Couture on Etsy, one of my all time favorite Etsy shops…she always has AMAZING stuff for the avid vintage shopper like me!  I may restyle this dress in a different way for another post.  I’m feeling the whole babydoll style of it and I think it’s going to be a fun piece to layer!



On Uggs, Knockoffs, and A Fabulous Lace Top

When I was younger, I was obsessed with Ugg boots.  All the cool girls I knew wore them.  They looked SO amazing to my childlike eyes (and let’s face it, they are pretty amazing if you’ve ever worn them).  My parents were not shoppers and were most definitely not clothing people, so unfortunately they saw no need to spend however much those things cost when I was seven years old.  Also unfortunately, was the fact that there were no other options at the time for shoes like Uggs…there was only the name brand and the name brand was way too much money for my parents to justify spending on shoes for a kid with fast growing feet.  So alas, I had to go without.  But oh did I want them…and in high school, I saw the first pair of knockoffs I’d ever seen.  I saw them at Ross Dress for Less (the only new place for clothes I really knew existed) and I think they were less than $20.  I bought them of course because this was kind of sort of like my dream come true.  I was so excited.  I’d ALWAYS dreamed of rocking a sweet pair of ridiculously impractical light tan Ugg boots.  So in ninth grade, I wore my new faux Uggs.  Instead of being the gloriously amazing day that it was supposed to be, it was horrible.  My feet were drenched in sweat from the non breathable plastic faux fur and manmade “suede” exterior.  There was this horrible ridge on the heel and I had full on blisters by the end of the day.  I was crushed and never wore those horrid things again.  What a huge disappointment.

Later on in College, I finally opted to buy the real deal.  The ones that have the glorious name brand on the heel, the ones with the thick soft fur that feels like your feet are walking on individual tiny couches, the kind with the soft real suede.  It was a dream come true.  And I kind of realized then and there, that I really didn’t love fakes.  I mean, don’t get me wrong.  I buy plenty of “knockoffs”, copies, and faux things.  But when it comes to stuff like Uggs, a Louis bag (don’t own one yet, but I can dream!!), Louboutins (DITTO), and other high end stuff like that, I just really want the real thing.  There’s just something that feels so special to me about having the real deal…it’s like owning a treasure or something.    Plus, I really just learned my lesson when it comes to trying to get something good without spending money on it.  The memory of how uncomfortable those shoes were lives on in my memory!

I do buy copies sometimes because in reality, most fashion is just copies of something else…and sometimes it just doesn’t matter!  But when it comes to Uggs, I will always be a purist.  :)

I got this top from and it’s on sale for $20!!!  It’s EXACTLY like a Free People one I was lusting after for a long time…and a fraction of the price.  And you know what, as far as copies go, this one is a ringer and it’s SO GREAT.  The bells are from Lenni the Label, but get custom ones here, here, or here.  That amazing necklace is handmade by The Joyful Jewelry Box on Etsy.

Happy weekend to all of you!  Hope it’s a grand one :)


On Being Gracious and a Spring Dress

Yesterday something amazing happened.  We ALL took naps.  Then we watched the Oscars.  I mean…it was like finding a magical unicorn or something.  That stuff never seems to happen around here.  Usually one of the kids won’t nap and one of us then has to stay awake to try and keep the non sleeping kid pacified and quiet while the other either works or rests or something…and watching something other than a cartoon on the big tv is also never an option.  Okay, I will admit that we let the kids watch the iPad while we watched, but hey, we got FULL USE of our television for once, so it was worth it!

I also have to admit that I never watch the Oscars.  I generally have no patience for the speeches that thank endless amounts of people I don’t know.  The commercials.  The movies that I’ve never seen or have no interest in seeing because let’s face it, Oscar worthy movies usually include someone dying at the end of them and that’s just not my jam.  But this year, I don’t know maybe it’s because I haven’t really been able to watch them with the kids being so young, or the fact that there were some movies nominated I want to see, but I actually kind of wanted to watch.  Plus there was the whole “is Leo gonna win the Oscar” thing that kind of had me hooked.  I mean if he didn’t, I was going to most likely scream at the tv “THERE WAS ROOM ON THAT FREAKING DOOR LET HIM LIVE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!”  and throw something at the tv, but otherwise I probably would have survived.  And from what I’ve seen in the clips of The Revenant, the man can pretend fight off a bear like none other.  No matter what the movie was he was nominated for however, I think the thing that had me on the edge of my seat is that he’s been nominated SIX TIMES AND HADN’T WON.  Dang.

I think even if it was a completely different actor who I had never ever seen in a movie before, or even wasn’t a fan of, I still would have been rooting for him for that simple fact.  It just made me think of how life can be.  Doesn’t it sometimes feel like you make Oscar worthy choices, do everything you were supposed to, and even feel like such a shoe-in that you have your acceptance speech prepared (I don’t mean that literally, but I think you know what I mean right?)…only to watch someone else get the “award”?  I think this is just kind of part of life.  I’m sure he thought he deserved that award multiple times before.  He may have worked harder, preformed better, and even had a better attitude than the guy who won HIS award.  But it doesn’t change the fact that we sometimes have to wait much longer than say, someone like Brie Larson who won on her first nomination.  That’s awesome!!!  And yet how funny to think that someone like Leonardo DiCaprio who we would all think would be MUCH more DESERVING of an Oscar won on the same night that someone who literally JUST started won.  Did she “deserve” it less?  No.  But it sure does hurt sometimes when you’re the one sitting on the sidelines feeling like you’ve been passed up so many times before.

You know what’s so awesome though?  He didn’t throw in the towel and say “to heck with this!” when it took so long to get recognized.  Nope.  He continued to work at what he did, get better and better, only to get passed up over and over again…and yet, here he is.  If he had quit because it “wasn’t fair”, he wouldn’t have that award today.  And that’s the part I always need to remember.  Just because it sometimes feels like I’m just sitting here, waiting to get to where I want to go, waiting to BE someone…doesn’t mean that I can’t keep getting better, working harder, and being gracious to the people around me who do happen to get what I want or do what I want to do.  Timing and attitude are just so important!  Yesterday I was kind of having a little bit of an attitude, getting kind of mad when I heard that someone had gotten something I kind of didn’t think they “deserved”.  Gosh what a horrible thing to think!!!  I later realized what I was doing, and decided to change my way of thinking and be gracious and happy for people, regardless of my own opinions about them.  Because it’s not like I am perfect and deserving of stuff either!

I love this Free People dress paired with this scarf because it’s just like a spring dream.  I love the neutral tones and the flowers…and it’s just a gracious outfit I guess.  It feels lovely, kind, and beautiful…all things I want to be on the inside!

Happy Monday lovelies :)



On Vintage Slips and Definitely Never Feeling Popular

When I was a kid, since I was home schooled, church was my only school-like experience.  I remember most of my Sunday school teachers because they were the only teachers I ever had until high school.  Some of them were great and others were less than amazing.  I had this one teacher when I was probably around eight years old who was the worst of them all.  He was just bad, plain and simple.  He had no kids and clearly knew nothing about them besides how to screw them up.  He had decided that one of the girls in my class was the most beautiful, talented, and constantly praise worthy person in my small universe.  To be completely honest, she was recognized as this by everyone at church.  She was, to put it simply, the “popular girl” in high school…but instead of it being high school, it was kids in elementary school.  She was beautiful.  She sang beautifully.  She was the IT girl of Sunday school.  Our teacher would point this out basically every Sunday.  He would say things like: “everyone wishes they could be like her” and “she’s the most beautiful star of the class”.  I, on the other hand, was none of these things.  I always wanted to be the lead part in the little plays we would put on, but she always got those parts because I had no confidence to even try…and I knew she was a shoe in anyway.  I was awkward, home schooled, wore bad glasses, and had zero idea of who I was so I was very quiet and shy and lonely.  I remember going home and crying, wishing I could just be her.  I remember wondering why I was me, and why I wasn’t a “star” like her.  I probably wasn’t the only person who felt like this, given his intense obsession with publicly praising the golden girl of the Sunday school class.

Today, I was downtown and I saw a mom who looked like she had it all together.  She was dressed perfectly and her baby had a super cute outfit on and they seemed so happy and relaxed.  And there I stood.  Feeling fat and disheveled, sweating through my clothing, and once again reminded that I am not “the popular girl”.  Now that may not be really “true” per say, because lots of people like me (although I could definitely write you a list of people who do not like me! Ha!), but on the inside, I probably will never ever feel like “the popular girl”.  You know what?  That’s probably a good thing.  I had the (un)fortune of dealing with that same girl later on in life and sure, she was still beautiful, talented, and most definitely popular.  But I saw her derail her own life for a while because she was so convinced of her own status.  And watching this was kind of tragic…mostly because she was not free to be her own person.  Since she had been praised and labelled and pinned as “the popular girl” and over and over again told WHO she was and HOW SPECIAL she was, she couldn’t be anything other than who they told her she was. And in reality, no one should be praised like that constantly as a child.  Because we ARE all special and stars and all that jazz.  But we should have some kind of goals to strive for and some room to grow and find out who we are.  No matter WHO that is and WHAT that looks like.  There are times when I remember how much it hurt to be compared constantly to someone else and to always fall short.  But then I realize that it gave me the opportunity to really be myself and to really learn who that is.  Which, I’m still doing quite clearly. :)

I have ALWAYS loved vintage slips.  I had a bazillion for a while, then in a moment of weakness, got rid of some of them.  And now, I’m in love with them all over again.  They were kind of a “style signature” for me before I got pregnant and before I kind of lost who I was for a while.  I think that they will be again because I still love them and feel like I have a whole new way to wear them than I used to!

I got this kind of crazy, bordering on 1980’s floral top from a thrift store and I love how the sleeves are under this vintage slip!  I feel like it tones down the craziness of it!  The red cowboy boots are vintage from a shop on Etsy and the squash blossom is from Classic Rock Couture.

Popular or not popular, we all just gotta be ourselves right?

Happy middle of the week :)