On Being My Own Sheriff and Fringe

Have you ever noticed how easy it is to be nice and encouraging to other people, but not so much to yourself?  That’s how it is for me at least.  I sometimes find myself encouraging people in the very same areas that just a few hours before, I was discouraging myself about.  It’s frustrating.  I find that when it comes to myself, I’m a total mean girl.  To me.  I don’t need any help from anyone else, I can be my own worst enemy.

When it comes to other people, I think it’s easy to have more perspective.  I can sit and listen to someone tell me a story, even a discouraging one, and I can somehow find the good in it, the good that will come out of it, or even just the ability to encourage them to hang in there and keep on going because the best is yet to come.  However, when I see my own story, and only find all the things that are hard, the things that feel impossible, and then stay focused on those things.  There are certain subjects that are total “triggers” I think in our lives.  Those things that set us off and get us on that road to binge eating potato chips and staying in our pajamas because “it’s just not worth trying”.  I’ve got some of those triggers.  The car I drive right now.  My extra abdomen fat.  Seeing certain things that I’ve wanted my whole life.  Yep, those are the things that can send me into a box of kleenex, feeling like all of life is hopeless.

Gah.  What are we supposed to do though, avoid all those things that remind us of the stuff we have yet to accomplish?  Just not look at the things that hurt us?  That’s impossible!!!  No, I think it’s time for me to learn some self discipline.  I think that I need to start policing my thoughts a little bit better.  I need to start talking to myself about all the good things that are yet to come and the good things that have already come out of the difficulties.  Because they’re definitely there, but I need to stop ignoring them so much!  I think this is so much easier said than done.  I think that sometimes it kind of feels great to wallow, to be negative, and to let myself just “feel” everything that I’ve already felt a million times before, and honestly…it’s time to stop.  If I can encourage other people I can encourage myself.  There’s a new sheriff in town, and I’m not letting me get down about things that can, and WILL change!

Let’s talk about these pants.  I don’t know if there is much to say about them because…well when you see the photos, you’ll get it.  They are custom embroidered and hand fringed by @township31 on Instagram…she has become a dear friend and, well, I pretty much have a list a mile long of things she is custom doing for me.  My gosh.  She’s so talented it’s not even funny!  These pants are a pair of Current/Elliott flares that I’ve had in my closet for years, and I sent them to her to add some fringe and embroider the booty.  She came up with the rest and added some AMAZING stars on them (because rainbows and stars!!!!).  She’s a genius with denim, leather, and a needle and thread among many other things that she creates!

The first time I wore these pants, I felt like an old timey sheriff.  So now I call them my “sheriff pants”.  I like it.  Time to start dressing like a sheriff…and acting like one!  ;)

Happy Monday!
Katy

 

On (more) Velvet Bell Bottoms and Becoming a Hippie

Yes, the bell bottoms are back.  Are you really all that surprised?  That’s what I thought.  :)

Even though this isn’t a lifestyle or beauty blog, I thought I should share with you my slow journey to becoming a hippie.  Mostly because it’s funny, and also because, well, I love bell bottoms and those things seem to go hand in hand right?   I remember watching a few seasons of Mad Men (worth it just for the clothes and the set design!!) and seeing that the year was 1963 or somewhere around that time.  I was watching, wondering…”where is the hippie fashion??”  I mean, it’s the 60s right?  Isn’t that the era of fringe and paisley and bell bottoms?  And all I was seeing on the screen were house dresses and fur coats and kitten heels…all styles that I very much associate with the 1950s.  And then all of a sudden it became so clear in one single episode of the show.  Don Draper travelled to San Francisco (the show was set in NY, but I’m assuming you probably know that) and the minute he stepped off the plane, THERE THEY WERE.  There were the bohemian caftan queens I had been looking for.  THEY WERE IN CALIFORNIA.

I am a beach community dwelling Californian…so it stands to reason that the odds are pretty dang high that I would become a hippie eventually right?  I mean, there’s juiceries, acai bowl places, vegan restaurants, and kombucha on tap basically all over this place.  (My computer’s spell check hates like all of those words, so clearly it’s not a hippie.  We will have to have words later.)  I’m used to people protesting the buying of turkeys outside of Whole Foods around the holidays.  Green Peace people calling me “super mom” (much to my great irritation because I KNOW it’s a ploy to get my attention) and blocking the entrance to Gap downtown so you HAVE to hear about the whales.  This is an area that has that kind of lifestyle.  I was raised with carob and homemade bone broth and yoga and all that jazz.  Although my dad readily fed me Oreos and cheese balls because he said my mom was “trying to poison him”.  I was well prepared in my hippie lifestyle to come despite my brief addiction to MSG laden foods.

It’s kind of happened in phases.  Like I’d read an article about something and then I’d implement something new into our diet or our habits.  I started making homemade bone broth weekly and drinking it daily and also cooking the kid’s food in it.  I got rid of our plastic food storage containers.  I started using coconut oil for everything (and I mean EVERYTHING…I’m basically that guy from My Big Fat Greek Wedding who puts Windex on everything, but with coconut oil) and started buying organic.  And then…the hippie transformation became more serious…like I threw away a giant overflowing grocery bag full of all my favorite brands of cosmetics.  Ouch.  That one hurt.  I still almost cry when I walk by Sephora I miss all my favorites so much.  But I’m slowly replacing it with other brand and it’s good to know that the ingredients are safe for myself and my children when they get lots of mama kisses!  I started making my own toothpaste and getting more into essential oils.  And then one day, I realized that the girl who used to be annoyed by her mom grinding her own peanut butter has now become even too hippie for Whole Foods.  I mean, you know you’re in trouble when you ask someone who works at WHOLE FOODS for a product and they look at you like you asked them for a magical unicorn that fits in your pocket.  True story.

Ahhhh yes, I am now a California hippie.  I still shave, pluck, wax, and use deoderant (hippie deodorant), and I refuse to camp.  I sure as heck am not sleeping outside in what I can only assume the bears would think is a burrito wrapper.  But in most other ways, I am a kombucha drinking acai loving hippie.  I know a lot of this stuff is becoming mainstream…so I’m not alone in my journey and that’s awesome.  I’m not gonna say much more than this about it all because there are SO MANY amazing blogs about this kind of stuff.  Like Wellness Mama.  That woman is so amazing it’s kind of scary.  I mean, when you check out her blog, think of it as a resource, otherwise you will end up in the fetal position when you realize she’s pregnant with her sixth child, makes her own homemade plastic wrap, crawls through the attic to put in ethernet cables, all while running a huge blog and homeschooling her children.  My kids are currently watching Netflix while I wonder how many meals in a row they have eaten frozen pizza.  So…you catch my drift here.

I love bohemian hippie fashion.  These velvet bells are the newest to my collection and they were custom made by MXCI UK who was kind enough to search high and low for this color for me!  She’s amazing!  The top was just SO classic hippie that I couldn’t resist putting it with the bells for a true 1960s flair.  The squash blossom is from Classic Rock Couture, one of my favorite Etsy shops.

Wildfox tank and Free People bra with a hit of turquoise.  I love the more casual look with these pants because I feel like it’s a great way I can wear them while running errands.

I love this mustard lace shift dress I got at a step from Forever 21 because it totally looks vintage!  The gold arrowhead looking necklace is from Free To Wander and the other is thrifted.

There’s certain things I just can’t do.  Like let go of my Keurig for example even though it’s not the most organic or natural coffee.  But I’m only human right?  I’m probably never gonna be as natural as Wellness Mama or those other super bloggers, but I’m going to keep doing what I can and TRY not to stress about what I can’t do.  Ha.  Easier said than done for me!!!

Hope you beautiful women are having a wonderful start to your week!

Katy

The Bell Bottoms You Absolutely Need. Like Right Now.

So by now you probably know how much I love bell bottoms right?  I’m thinking I just heard you say YES, so I’ll move on.  If not, please refer to my earlier posts on things I am obsessed with.  Among those things are jumpsuits, fluffy skirts, turquoise, vintage, bell bottoms, paisley, orange, and, well…the list is basically so long we could sit here for days.  Anyway, Ima talk about bell bottoms, k?  (is it Kanye’s fault that I say the word “Ima”??? I honestly don’t know.  But it sounds right, so Ima blame him.)

Okay so these bells are not necessarily a bargain when it comes to jeans, per say.  They’re definitely on the lower end in terms of price when it comes to nice jeans…but they’re still an investment.  However, if you’re going to invest any money into jeans this season and you want bells, I implore you to make these them.  Let me explain.

First of all, they are elastic waistband, pull on, super flare jeans.  Yep, you read that right.  Okay, let me be honest.  If I was reading this right after having my daughter (second pregnancy in a row), I would have rolled my eyes at this description and said: “so basically, they’re maternity jeans?”  Um, past me: get off your freaking high horse and get a GRIP!  So yes, they are stretchy.  Yes, they are pull on.  Do you know what this means?  They are basically the most comfortable jeans KNOWN TO MAN.  I’m not kidding.  Also, Show Me Your Mumu knows butts ladies.  They are my go-to for flowy pants because they ALWAYS are butt flattering!!  Oh and P.S. these pants are semi high wasted so they really suck you in.  It’s glorious.  These jeans are the Berkeley Bells…they come in different colors, and I am in love.

Now just a warning on these pants.  They are LOOOOOOONG.  Tall people of the world, rejoice!  They are made for you!  If you are shorter or have shorter legs, then you might not want them because you will have to cut so much off of them that the bell will be way less prominent.

They say “mu” on the butt.  Which just plain makes me happy.

Have a FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC week!
Katy

Monday Mojo in Mustard

You know what I love about Mondays?  Getting back into the groove of things.  Sure, I am a little sad that the weekend is over, but Monday is the start of a fresh new week.  I get to get the house clean, start cooking new meals, and get my workout going for the week.  I’m going to totally dork out now.  Warning!  I seriously look forward to my workouts because A. I love working out and B. I get to watch Teen Wolf uninterrupted.  Yep, dorking out.  Any show that has teenage drama and shapeshifting has my undivided attention.  I cannot lie.

Mondays are sometimes hard to get motivated.  But that’s why I love things that help me feel like I’m just rockin it even if I’m just dragging my rear end around from cup of coffee to cup of coffee.  Today, it’s mustard and turquoise.

I got this new Free People tank from Ambiance SLO and dang, I am LOVING IT.  Today, to be extra mojo-liscious (it’s totally a word), I put it with my Lenni the Label velvet bells and my Free to Wander squash blossom.  I love the kind of monochromatic effect it has with that nice pop of color with the accessories.

 

The Frye huaraches I got at New With Tags in Paso and I am in love with them.  They’re like the cutest comfiest sandals ever.  And they were a steal.

I’m digging this whole mustard on Monday thing.  It really works for me.

Happy start of your week!

Katy