31 August 2011

Poppy Time


I love to blog. And I admitted spend a fair amount of time each week either working on my own blog or reading other people's. I totally choose to do it, and I don’t think people who do not blog realize how much time it takes to maintain one. I like to think of it as a hobby for myself, but sometimes it does feel like an unpaid part-time job!

I’m almost afraid to try to add up how much time it takes me to put together a typical post. I usually spend 10-15 minutes taking pictures each morning not counting the seemingly endless minutes I spend staring at my clothes waiting for inspiration to strike, then another 15 or so minutes trying to weed out the plain old ridiculous pics from the half-decent ones. Throw in probably another 10 minutes to color-correct and load the images, then another 10-15 to enter in my outfit deets with links. And most important of all – the X amount of time not only trying to think up a topic, but then trying to make it sound coherent. This part could take anything from 20 minutes to over an hour to sometimes having to leave a post alone overnight to let it “settle.”

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So … carry the 4, add the 2 aaaand then we end up with almost two hours spent putting together one post for myself. I obviously don’t do this all at once during the day, but this doesn’t even count time spent making my blog rounds!

Admittedly, I am not a fast blogger. I am not one of those gals who can effortlessly pound out a fantastic pictorial and post in 15 minutes flat (major props to you, if you're one of those gals). So posts like this may contain outfits from yesterday. And I don't blog daily so that I may have some time for that "life thing" and, oh yeah, the corporate machine who likes to deposit money into my bank account and thus keeps me in Anthro and Crew.

How much time do you spend each day/week blogging? How do you balance regular life with your blog time?


Top: F21 sheer leopard (worn here - sim long-sleeve here)
Cardigan: Loft (sim here, crewneck here)
Skirt: Limited high-waist
Belt: Asos metal keeper (same belt in orange or blue)
Shoes: Kenneth Cole Reaction pine a colada (worn here - sim here)
Outfit inspired by Helena.

29 August 2011

Having a Moment

I hope Irene was a non-event for most of you ladies and you can all still look forward to enjoying the impending Labor Day weekend with(or -out) your friends and fam!


So on average I consider myself to be a pretty decent member of modern society - I hold the door open for people behind me, I don't throw trash on the streets, I return shopping carts to the corral, I don't get on the 15 items or less line with 16 items, I don't steal parking spots if I notice someone else already going for it, etc.

But once in a while, I fail. Actually about once a year, I have a douchebag moment - completely unintended of course, but it happens, and honestly the sooner it does in a given year, the quicker I can mentally check that off and have it behind me. So let's call this post my annual bad person confessional.

This year's D-bag moment waited until this past weekend, when I was drawn by a power beyond me to go grabbing for a box of toys (for the nephew) near the bottom of a Costco-size display of the exact same toy, whereupon, of course I started the unstoppable avalanche of Erector sets. And as I was alone in said aisle and turning twelve shades of purple, I turned on the big neon "D" on my forehead and walked slowly away from the mess, la dee da.

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Last year, my big D held out until literally the last possible day and involved another superstore, my BF and my pup. BF and I were so excited about adopting our little furry pile of love that we didn't realize until we were on our way home from the pound that we had nothing to support a dog - not a collar, not a spec of food, not a bed. So we detoured it to our neighborhood pet supply store, BF with Pacey in tow and me pushing a shopping cart. Halfway down the first aisle, poor anxiety-ridden pup couldn't hold it in anymore and made a splattering - uh huh - mess on the floor. So BF and I did what any other decent new dog owner would do and wordlessly parted ways - he towards the exit with the pup and me whistling my way down the aisle and through the rest of the store to finish our shopping.

I recall driving too close to a parked car when I was just learning and bending its side view mirror all the way back, then skitting off at my breakneck 20mph. I knocked the arm off one of my dad's porcelain statues as a kid and super-glued it back on without telling him. I convinced my high school music teacher to write me a tardy slip even though we both knew I had been goofing off somewhere. I was ticked that someone was following me too closely on the highway so I tapped my brakes (hard) and squealed them away.

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Typing this all out is giving me a major case of the Guilties, even though those some of those incidents occurred a long time ago, and thankfully they were brief and rare. And if I could totally go back and undo or choose not to do them, I totally would.

Oh please tell me that I am not alone in human faulty-hood. Let's play bloggy confessional - do you have any rare "why in the world did I do that?" moments you'd like to share?

Dress: Velvet via Anthro whirligig (sim here, Dreamy Drape orange twin here)
Belt: Anthro city safari (worn here - sim-ish here, if this belt was a pair of shorts here)
Shoes: Seychelles she's got the moves (worn here)
Earrings: T+J Designs (worn here)
Polish: Opi teal we meet again

26 August 2011

Teddie Graham Crumbles

(I know I don't really ever do reviews, but consider this more of a heads up PSA).

Oh J.Crew, I love your current fall lineup of lovelies, but why do your online photos sometimes fall so far from the reality tree? You know how we fashion-loving gals look for "the perfect shade" of something and how going a bit darker or lighter could make or break our little wishful hearts. And you also know how some of gals either don't live near a store or wear special sizes so they need to order their pieces online and can't go eyeball them in real life. Or need to wear special sizes and are also too darn lazy to trek to the mall because they literally can't ever find the pieces they are looking for when they get in-store. Seriously. Every time.

I've had a recent succession of personal Crew color fails for me (Jardin skirt in dusty clay - too dark, Hacking jacket in midnight ocean - too pale) so I was keeping my fingers crossed about the new Teddie dress. I originally was dying over the decadent red but finally decided on saddle because I thought it would be a gorge neutral to easily be able to dress up and play off some of my more colorful pieces.

So you notice what a pretty pale camel/tan color this dress looks like online:

And then reality and blah-dom hits:

Other than the color, what do I think? Thanks to some good advice from other JCAs, I ordered a regular size instead of petite and on my 5' 2" frame, this a work-appropriate length (so I think you regular-height gals may be borderline on the length area). I also wished I had BF handy when I was trying on the dress, considering I had a heck of a time getting that back zipper all the way up - what the heck would I do if I were on a biz trip and needed to get dressed in a hurry? Also, I'm not particularly well-endowed up top but this dress "just" fit me in the chest area - so some of you gals may need to size up to accomodate "the girls," as the material doesn't really stretch. Lastly, the sleeves seem strange on me - not sure if they're too long on me or what, but they just don't look right.

Believe me, I really really wanted this to be the perfect dress-as-suit piece that would be so easy yet polished. Unfortunately the Teddie just didn't work for me. Third fall fail, Crew. I'm not even going to try it in the decadent red color now. (But if you do want to see it in the red and as a successeful buy, check the Teddie dress get rocked on Dina).

But on to better things - what have you gals purchased from J. Crew's fall collection that are drool-worthy?

25 August 2011

I Think I'm Doing This Wrong


Yesterday was my last official day of doing the The Shred. And save for missing two days due to travel, I did the dang Shred - or as BF likes to call it, the Rage - every single day for the past month. And I didn't change my eating habits because my goal really wasn't to lose weight, it was to get toned and fit and alright, to lose a little bit of weight. What? I'm a girl, I think we're all (unfortunately) born with this predilection!

And what are my results after a month of diligent Shredding? Um, can I complain a little here? Because I gained two pounds. Sure, sure, I know, muscle weighs more than fat and I probably traded in some muscle for fat here - and I know it is not really about the scale but about how clothes fit you that counts. Yes, I am perfectly well aware that I really should feel blessed about my strong healthy body and be nothing but thankful. I know that I really have nothing to complain about. But can I please be indulged for the few minutes you gals spend on my blog today and have my childish whiney-whine?

So how do my clothes fit me? Well uh ... I believe I've out-thighed myself out of almost every single pair of slacks I own. Seriously. I tried on some slacks when I was picking my outfit for my recent trip and literally every single pair fit really tight in the thighs and even kind of tight in the waist. Like ridiculously I-can't-for-sure-wear-them-to-a-meeting-because-I-may-have-to-bend-down-and-my-thighs-could-very-well-Hulk-Hogan-themselves-out-of-the-seams.

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Oh Jillian Michaels, you've jump-squatted me out of my clothes!

I expected no miracles here as I didn't change my eating habits, but I did start incorporating 20+ minutes of drenched-self inducing workouts every single day. And I didn't replace other exercises with The Shred because honestly I hadn't been doing anything more strenuous than sitting on my butt and breathing for the past few weeks. And I certaintly didn't lolligag through the exercises either, I really really got into them. I busted my butt for you, lady, every day. I even bought your next two videos so I could continue the daily burn/rage. So all I did was pretty much build some muscle on top of my fat?

So does this mean what I think it means? Does this mean that mini She-Hulk here needs to start adopting some better/lighter/healthier eating habits? Does this mean I need to cut back on consuming three square meals of carbs each day to start seeing more personally positive results? I'm certainly a diet/exercise dummy here, so any advice would be appreciated!


Top: Deletta by Anthropologie pleated yoke
Skirt: Edme & Esyllte by Anthropologie circle the globe (worn here - sim here, pleated here, maxi here)
Belt: Asos metal keeper (and green and black)
Shoes: Kenneth Cole Reaction swim n fool (worn here - sim here, luxe platform here)
Earrings: T+J Designs
Outfit inspired by Rachel

24 August 2011

It's Not Easy Being Cheesy


This was an outfit from the weekend that is not my typical style but I thought it was easy and a fun way to break out my new cheapie leopard top. As much as my inner 55 year-old wealthy divorcĂ©e cougar / poly-spandex loving North Jersey makeup artist selves love a good animal print, it is a pattern I find difficult to incorporate it into my everyday wardrobe. Short of leopard print shoes, I've always shied away from larger bolder pieces.


But animal print (leopard is my fave) is hard to ignore right now and I find myself getting sucked into the trend. I wish I could be bold and stylish enough to pull off a faux leopard coat, but I'm pretty sure I'd resemble great-grandma Myrtle more than Sienna Miller in one. So I'm satiating my craving with bits and pieces, like these mary jane-y t-straps. Maybe a belt will be next on the horizon.

What do you think of animal print? Is it fun? Or is it a little too much?


Top: Forever 21 sheer leopard (sim here with bow, not sim but gorgeous full skirt here)
Shorts: J. Crew chino (worn here)
Shoes: Xhiliration by Target teanna (worn here - sim here, here)
Outfit inspired by Linda

(I'll be back to catching up with all your lovely blogs this week - work has been killer!)

((And yes, I am fully aware my last two post titles are incredibly similar. Is it wrong that Chester the Cheetah and Kermit the Frog operate on the same wavelength as I do?))

22 August 2011

It's Not Easy Being Green

I'm going to be a bit bloggy absent / mildly annoyed this week as I head out for a quick meeting on the west coast. Why annoyed? Because I will literally be on a plane for much longer than I will be on the ground for and will loose two days of work. Sooooo that's a wee bit annoying.

And personal annoyance number two? I need to get off the plane, hop in a car and show up to my meeting - which in my mind means my attire will probably resemble those clothes you wear, ball up and throw into the hamper - except they end up behind the hamper and weeks go by before you realize they're back there and by then they look like some permanently creased origami accident. I will resemble that.

So as I look through my wardrobe and realize that I have a penchant for cotton and pretty much anything else that will crumple on demand, I am going to cross my fingers and pack my outfit to change into later. Hoping that I'll have some time / the airport bathroom with not be heinous / my packed clothes don't themselves resemble used tissues so that I can rush in and change into my meeting outfit.

When you gals travel and need to immediately go do what you need to go when you hop off the plane, how do you coordinate that? Do you wear your outfit on the plane with you - if so, do you only choose specific pieces? Or do you do the airport bathroom scramble and go change?

Here's an outfit from last week:


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Zoom Pacey pup.


Dress: Forever 21 silk solid floral (worn here - sim here, trimmed here)
Slip: A Slip Shop via Etsy (sim here)
Belt: Asos metal keeper (and in orange, and blue)
Shoes: Sofft vivian (worn here - sim platform here, luxe here)

19 August 2011

Full Disclosure: Playing Myself

So as a gal who shows herself on the Internet on an almost daily basis isn't that just an invite to be judged, it may surprise you bit to know that I've never been one to be completely comfortable in my own skin. Actually, through most of my life, I've gone through periods where I wished and I mean really really wished that I could be someone else.

Through the early part of elementary school, I really wanted to be a boy - and no, it probably didn't help that my parents then had cut and permed my hair into a curly asian fro and dressed me in Chucks and overalls. But all my buddies were boys, and I played handball and got into fights and pretty much ran wild through my neighborhood. At school, I even tried to participate in the boys team games, much to the exasperation of the gym teacher who had to tell me to go back to the girls' line for activities almost every day.


In junior high, a class discussion on modern race relations revealed that the pretty blonde boy I had a huge crush on didn't think he'd be comfortable dating outside of his race - which made me wish even more so to be that pretty brunette he often had lunch with.

I felt awkward and geeky through high school and wished I could have been anyone else. I know, didn't we all feel like we could be someone else at some point through high school? But I was a little overweight through freshman year and had a habit of doing really "cool" things, like walking in front of a bunch of popular kids when they were trying to take a group photo, getting between a garbage can and the arm of the star athlete when he threw a rotted banana during lunch - you know, that kind of stuff that so helped my popularity meter soar.

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When my parents finally decided to invest in a home computer and Internet access dial-up, baby!, I spent way too much free time in those creepy chat rooms being pretty anyone but myself. And strangely enough, that anyone but myself persona was sharp-witted and humorous and made the rounds (not that way) at Talk City, my fave dial-up haunt.

I'm not sure when I stopped wanting to be someone else. Probably some time in college when I resigned myself that no amount of praying and hoping would change me physically or mentally. Or probably sometime shortly after I started working full-time when I stopped having the time to obsess. Maybe I just got over it. But sometimes I still revert back to my old mental ways - sometimes even in the simple act of getting dressed in the mornings I feel like I'm getting ready not to be myself so much as to play myself.

So, hello. Today the role of Lisa will be played by ... me.


Top: Little Yellow Button by Anthropologie meeting place (worn here - sim here, here)
Skirt: J. Crew chino full (worn here - sim here, as dress here, trimmed here)
Shoes: Sofft ramona II (worn here - sim here)
Necklace: Old Navy ethnic statement (worn here - sim here, solid here, -ish here)

17 August 2011

Why do they Call it Modern Red?


I know most of us have been loving that it is starting to feel just a tad cool and crisp in the early mornings now, a sure sign that my fave season of seasons, autumn, is approaching. While our sartorial brains have woolen blazers and patterned tights dancing in our heads, my style self gets a case of the in-between seasons Oh Nos.

What the he-to-the-ellllllll am I talking about? Well, while most of us want to celebrate the approach of a new season in our best new ensembles, I start mentally doing a count down of all the soon-to-be past seasonal pieces that haven't received enough love and scramble on ways to wear them all while I still can.

Then I want to give due respect to all the items that I have loved from this summer and give them a few more last glorious moments to shine. And of course I want to also give my spanking new not-quite-seasonally-appropriate-but-it-is-just-cool-enough-that-I-can-get-by-without-sweating-my-brow-off a twirl as well. So I become the girl who lives in a closet full of clothes who can't pick an outfit.

To make it through today at least, I take another nod to fellow blogger inspiration and break out one of my fave skirts of the season, in one of my new all-time fave colors (the strangely named "modern red"), along with my personal best cheapie shoe purchase of the year.

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What have been your go-to pieces this summer? As fall inches towards us, are they hot weather items from you closet that you wish you've worn more often?


Top: J. Crew sequin boatneck (worn here - sim here, as tank here)
Skirt: J. Crew dorrie (worn here - sim here, midi here)
Belt: J. Crew piped glitter (worn here - sim luxe here, -ish here)
Necklace: c/o Simply Livly via Etsy (worn here)
Shoes: Xhiliration by Target teanna (worn here - sim here, here)
Outfit inspired by Rosa

16 August 2011

You're (Not) Invited

I just started reading I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence by Amy Sedaris last night, and granted I didn't make it far past the intro, but I am hoping for a light fun read. Part of the reason I got it aside from the fact that e-books are far too easy to purchase is that I am striving to become a better hostess myself because I need to work on some things. Like wanting people to actually come over.


Am I the only person on earth who doesn't enjoy the thought of having friends over at their house? As much as I appreciate the company, my Type A OCD-ness necessitates that if anyone comes over, the house must be immaculate. Must. So that means a full scrub down of even places house guest would never even go to - see how that makes having people over less fun?

Then Type A OCD-ness requires that munchies be made for said guests - which requires cooking and thus preparation. I'm not one of those people who are satisfied with opening up some chips and dip and a bottle of wine and calling it a day - for some reason I've got to make something. Which clocks in a potential shopping trip on top of the prep and cook time and house cleaning time.

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And the last thing that makes me cringe at the idea of having people over? I genuinely can't decorate to save my life, and though our home is fully furnished, it is fully lacking in personality. We've got like two things hanging on the walls and still no rug for the living room (or anywhere else for that matter), and haven't even painted or put up curtains. It is kind of sad how inept at this decorating business I am. The one thing I can do is declutter and keep BF from turning our place into the next episode of Hoarders.

So maybe Ms. Sedaris there can help make me more laidback yet gracious in a way that "it's a good thing" Martha Stewart couldn't. My friends have come to see me, not the house, and enough wine and laughs really negates not having some slaved over good eats. And if nothing else, I can also revert back to my neverfail - I make a terrific guest.


Top: LE Canvas gingham poplin (worn here before - sim here)
Shorts: Old Navy bermudas (sim herehere)
Belt: F21 brass beaded (sim here)
Necklace: J. Crew mini wildfire (sim here, here in gold-tone)
Bracelet: F21 (worn here before - sim here)
Shoes: Michael Kors hamilton (two whole days in sky-high heels with no incident, new personal record! worn here before - sim peep here, here, yowser here)
Outfit inspired by fshnonmymind

15 August 2011

Dream a Little Dream

In recent years, a wave of white-collar professionals has seized on a moribund job market, a swelling enthusiasm for all things artisanal and the growing sense that work should have meaning to cut ties with the corporate grind and chase second careers as chocolatiers, bed-and-breakfast proprietors and organic farmers ...

The lures are obvious: freedom, fulfillment. The highs can be high. But career switchers have found that going solo comes with its own pitfalls: a steep learning curve, no security, physical exhaustion and emotional meltdowns. The dream job is a “job” as much as it is a “dream.”

- Alex Williams, New York Times, "Maybe it's Time for Plan C"


I went to college with the full intentions of having a career in the publishing industry as a book editor - my then-idea of the dream job. Reading books for a living and going to glam lunches with famous authors while living in NYC and writing my great American novel on the side? What could be better?

Better would be the coming of my second (and subsequent third) great American novel, which I would write from the seclusion of my lakefront home, the one with the two-story tall living room that overlooked my acres of manicured forest and charming boathouse. By then my busy life as a social editing butterfly would be a distant memory as I write full-time and run a quaint bed-and-breakfast on the side as a way to put my hobby of cooking to good use.

To make my dream come true, I did everything I thought I was supposed to do at the time. I majored in English lit while minoring in Journalism and took creative writing courses. I interned at literary agencies and publishing houses. I hung out with other wannabe writers/editors/book nerds and we brooded with each other over Gloria Jean's white chocolate Oreo chillers (the closest I get to real coffee) and goblets of cheap Coors Light at BBQ.

Somewhere along the way in college the dream flickered and I wised up and realized no one could live in NYC off a book editor's salary, amongst other things. I ended up adding a second minor in marketing. I took a part-time job at a B-to-B publication, my first foray into regular corporate America. In a box in my parents' attic sits half a dozen unfinished manuscripts and several dozen short stories. There's a map somewhere in my old closet with the areas I've circled as good places to run a B&B - I think the last place I had settled on was somewhere by the lake in Door Country, WI.

I've always been a big proponent for a person to take a risk, live the life they want and follow their dreams - but I do it sitting here in the safety of my steady corporate job. I've not taken the leap myself. Will I ever get the courage to get escape "the machine?" Well let's be honest, the money where I am right now is pretty good and comes in a regular basis, along with those funny things you don't need until you do need them - medical benefits, paid time off.

I haven't really written in years. I know what goes behind running a B&B now and I'm not sure if I want to commit that much of myself to it. So does this mean that my plan A went away with the tide of reality in college? Am I on my plan B now working as in corporate America? If so, where's my plan C? And would I be brave enough to take that chance if it comes?
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For those of you with regular office jobs, have you thought about quitting it all to pursue your dreams? What's your plan B (or C)? ♦ For those of you still in school, what do you think you'll be pursuing for a career when you graduate? Is it what you really want to do or what you think you should do? ♦ For those of you who are "living the dream," what is the real-life dream like?


Top: Anthropologie Edme & Esyllte rose is a rose (worn here before - sim here, here, solid here)
Skirt: Talbots washed silk full (worn here before - sim here, mini here)
Sweater: Loft v-neck cardi (sim here, crewneck here)
Belt: H&M (sim here, here)
Shoes: Michael Kors hamilton (worn here before - sim peep here, here)

12 August 2011

To the Max

Thanks for your great comments and compliments about my color blocked outfit the other day. When I initially pulled the pieces from my closet, I was half-thinking of some sort of "this is what happens when you overdo a trend" post because I thought I was going to be totally out there with the look. Then I put everything on and went "hey, this kind of works." And BF approved, and buddies approved, and you guys approved - even the light-ratio-to-camera-lens-for-good-photo gods approved. It was a nice little outfit score for me.


And then I come to the days after a really good outfit. I like the inspiration and challenge of putting together interesting outfits, but come on, we don't have winners all (or most) of the time. Sometimes we have a run of "meh"-worthy ensembles, or outfits that work in our heads the evening before but don't translate to real life and have us scrambling for anything else in the morning. Sometimes you're stuck with "I loved my outfit from yesterday, but now what - how do I top myself?" Even though I know there's no competition here - personal mental pressure!

As much as I absolutely adore the inspiration that has come from fashion blogging, sometimes I do feel pressured to put together extra-interesting outfits for my posts. Personal pressure again! I could get by with "just being dressed" in public, but amongst you fella fashionistas, I have to do better than that. And while 99% of the time I love love love fashion and styling myself, sometimes I have a mental creative block and can't put two pieces together. And it did bother me for a while. It almost felt like for a bit I was dressing to blog instead of blogging what I wore.

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But as quickly, I got over myself. I take pictures of my outfits and post them because I enjoy it, not because I have to, so if I don't feel it or can't get my act together, I just won't post an outfit for a day or two or whatever. We're all regular women here with lives and priorities outside of blogging. Not having a super-fantastic-best-dressed-in-the-world-in-my-mind outfit does not mean I'm not trying, or I don't have an interesting unique look, and if I just don't feel it, so what. World keeps spinning, fellow bloggers and readers are not pointing fingers and abandoning me, it's OK.

So here's a slew of questions for you ladies - How much time do you spend planning your outfits for the week? How long does it take you to get dressed in the mornings? If you fashion blog, do you photo and post your outfits even if you're not completely satisfied with it? Do you feel pressured sometimes to put together more adventurous and time-consuming looks specifially because of blogging?


Dress: Forever 21 textured maxi (sim v-neck here)
Jacket: Anthropologie Daughters of the Liberation cropped wisley (worn here before, sim here, here, here)
Belt: Anthropologie looping lanes (worn here before, sim here)
Necklace: camelia overlay via Overstock (sim here)
Shoes: Xhiliration by Target teanna (worn here before, sim here, here)

10 August 2011

Playing with Blocks

Before the world of style blogging, I would say honestly that I had a pretty basic sense of style. I always enjoyed fashion but kept things simple and safe. No jewelry, no belts, no skirts, no prints, no embellishments. Nothing that would make me stand out in any way. Consider me BB (before blogging) as a big ole fashion yawn.

AB (after blogging), I got slowly more adventurous and inspired. Maybe even a bit internally competitive to want to look as good as someone else in that skirt or this sweater. Where once I was a little ashamed of my muscular legs and always wore pants, soon I began collecting skirts and dresses like it was my job. I gave in to my love of shoes and stopped buying just for practicality. I tried colors I had always stayed away from (orange, yellow, pink) and pieces I originally thought were too fussy (belting? lace? statement-y necklaces? yes, please).


Now that I am comfortably settled into blogging outfits, I find enjoyment in the challenge of putting together uncommon combinations and making them work. Not everything turns out to be a winner (you can have your baggy crotch pants back, Jenna Lyons) and some days it is just too hard to try, but getting dressed is not just getting dressed for me now.

What do I love now? Bold saturated colors. Big prints. Stripes and gingham with just about anything else. A big fun necklace is my friend. I live by pieces going together and not just matching. I'm learning not to be afraid of a good heel. I'm doing my nails. Heck, I'm showing my face (and my outfits) over the Internet - isn't that a big ole flag to be judged? And then not being afraid of being judged?

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Do you feel like fashion blogging (reading or authoring your own) has changed your personal sense of style? Have you been inspired to try something out of your comfort zone? Have there been any fashion fails thanks to blogging?


Top: Ann Taylor colorblock cowlneck (worn here before)
Skirt: Anthropologie Left of Center diagonal divide (worn here before - sim here, here)
Belt: Asos metal keeper patent (and in blue and orange-y red)
Shoes: Sofft ramona II (worn here before)
Bag: Cambridge Satchel (worn here before - sim here)

09 August 2011

One September Day

Seeing all the warm woolens in the new arrivals from our fave retailers has given me "colder weather" on the brain. I can't wait for the air to turn crisp so I can pull on some layers  and escape the 90+ degree days (sure sure, come ask me again when it's January).

I recently snagged this jacket on sale in a popback and I couldn't wait to pull it out for real so I built a fantasy early fall outfit. This is definitely not what I'm wearing today, but I love the thought of strolling around outdoors, lunching and shopping, in this ensemble when the temp does drop to tights-worthy weather. Like NYC in the fall? Autumn perfection. This is a fantasy, right, so let's suspend reality and the fact that the only all-day strolling around NYC I would be able to do in these shoes is if I were sitting in a Hoveround. A sparkly graphite one with blinged out handles and a tweed-covered seat. And a basket in the front for my Bergdorf bags.

And back to reality now - what cooler weather pieces are you ladies looking forward to breaking out from the depths of your closet?



Jacket: J. Crew tweed khaki moto (sim-ish here, here, luxe here)
Jeans: Levi's 545 skinny (sim here)
Shirt: LE Canvas stretch poplin (sim here)
Earrings: Target (sim here, here)
Belt: Forever 21 (sim here)
Shoes: Michael Kors hamilton (worn here before - sim here, here)

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