Hit the fair wearing WASH Vintage and almost drowned in sweat. If you look closely, you can actually see little beads making their way slowly down my forehead. Truth be told, I think the fair always sounds better in theory. BUT we still had fun and ate our weight in cotton candy. It's all a part of the experience, right?Read More
I asked Lane (owner of the shop) to share her story so that I could write about it on the blog. Her response was beautiful, and I feel like I'd be doing her an injustice to put my spin on it, so here it is. Her story in her words.Read More
june 28th 1017: yesterday, i went to the doctor and i made him measure me because i've reeeeally been feeling taller lately, and i sweeeear i must've grown. he propped me against a human tape measure and sure enough, my suspicion was verified by one inch. i laughed. 2017 has been marked by a conscious effort to grow in all sorts of ways, but i never dreamed that height would be one them. espeeeeciallly since i was told that i had stopped growing at age twelve. welp, here i am. 22 years old and an inch taller. i don't believe that it's a coincidence; my body and soul are in this together. what a gift to receive visual representation of progress. this is my new favorite photo of me: five foot one and standing taller than ever.
This spring I cannot get enough pink. Pink walls, pink clothes, pink shoes, pink nails, pink skies. Pink, pink, piiiiink. Perhaps, it's because pink is the literal color of the season, or perhaps, it's because I watched Funny Face for the first time in years. MAYBE it's because I followed Daisy Chaussée on Instragram (one of my favorites, worth the follow.) Whatever it is, I don't care. I have fallen in love with pink for the first time since girlhood. I can't look at something pink and not be happy... except maybe pink eye, which ideally, I will be able to live without forever.
I'm rambling on and on about pink because, though I have fallen in love with it, I don't see enough of it in my day to day. SoOoOOOO today, I took matters into my own hands. I went on an adventure through my city with the sole purpose of finding pink. After driving up and down back alley ways for a bit, I finally stumbled upon a pink house. I hung out (like a creeper) for awhile, and just took it in. I left feeling satisfied. I'm not usually this infatuated with a color, but it's doing something for my endorphins, so I'm trying my best to honor that. After all, it's important to pursue the silly desires of your heart. Even if those desires involve looking for pink in the wild.
Insta inspo. Having so much fun with the new bookmark feature + my girl @dchaussee.
It's officially spring (!!!!) which means it's time to splurge on some new key players for the wardrobe. Lucky for me, I discovered the treasure trove that is Pürre Boutique.
If you're ever at The Camp you NEED to stop in. This place is pürre magic (see what I did there?) Clothes, accessories, gem stones, hand picked vintage goodies from Duste Goods... it's aesthetic heaven. I'm so honored to be working with them as their first Insta rep! Many fun things to come in the future...Read More
I don't know about you, but I am always questioning how I would define my personal style. I generally classify it as what I refer to as 'cute girl style' which is just another way of saying that I wear a wide array of things that I think are cute.
Lately, with the creation of more content for the blog, I have had to hone in and actively think about what I'm going for aesthetically. The problem is that somedays I get dressed and I feel like a straight up skater boy (holler at me avril lavigne.) Other days, I walk out the door feeling fem as helllll. But!!! These looks are total opposites. So I'm left standing in front of the mirror likeeee ???!!??? WHO AM I RLLLYYYY ???????
Ever since I stopped working at Anthro, I've been trying out the chill girl vibe. Jeans, high tops, t-shirts, less lipstick... it's been nice, but the other day I put on a chill-girl-go-to, and I didn't feel like myself.
Here's the thing, my whole life I have looked up to women like Audrey Hepburn, Jackie Kennedy, Jane Birkin, and Bridget Bardot. When my mom started teaching me about style these are the ladies that she pointed to for reference. Each one of these women brought something unique to the table, and had a personal sense of style that was congruent and easy to identify. I've always admired them for that.
Anyway, after my skater boy outfit change, I realized that I'm more of a happy medium type of lady. Leaning too far one way or the other is not for me. I love my levis, but I also neeeeeeeed my fem elements. I'm working on what that means in terms of furthering the congruence of my personal style.
All this to say, if you're going through a style rut, it's okay and it's normal. Especially in the winter months when you're forced to ruin every look with a jacket. The trick is to be brutally honest with yourself about who you are, and forget who you're trying to be. Do you. Always, always, always. No matter what.
Below are some photos of the ladies that inspire me. *Notice: they're all wearing pants and making them look gorgeously feminine by pairing them with at least one fem element. UGH. I love them all so much!!! They're everything I aspire to be!!! I'm going to start getting emotional if I don't stop typing now.