Queen of Hearts seemed to be my theme for the weekend. The reasons you ask? There are two, so I’ll share. This weekend was frigid in NYC. I would have loved nothing more than to stay curled up in my pjs, but we somehow managed to pack the weekend of projects and activities. Being a couch potato is basically kryptonite for me. I go stir crazy, get cranky, and it basically spirals out of control, until Grant is ready to launch me out of the window (#truth).
That’s a wrap! Another fashion week rolls by. It seems to approach faster each year, and always feels like quite the whirlwhind. The events, the shows, the people, and most importantly the collections that we either swoon over or dispise each season. As crazy as it seems each season, it also feels dependable and routine. The shows are exciting, and the events…so much fun, but how can I learn something new? How can I gain a different perspective from of all of this?
I’m talking about self love. That straight to the core, stare at yourself, sans makeup in the mirror, and respect yourself, kind of love. The kind of love that no one can change, and no one can give, accept for you. Self love is a challenge. It is a constant effort, but you know what? You’re worth it!
While roaming endlessly around a boutique, you spy a statement style that screams perfection. You and this fancy little number have a stare down, and it seems to have won. The colors are perfect, design is flawless, and the shiny gold trim reels you in. Yep, it happened to me, and this time I fell for it. It was a fabulous, winter white, moto jacket with gold studs and it had me at hello. No discipline. None whatsoever.
Spotted on a Friday night…a rosy midriff t-shirt (similar here), that I swooned over for a hot second, which was long enough to purchase. A perfect look in mind, with a rosy print that I imagined would transition well into spring, when paired with a leather skirt, velvet ankle boots and well,…the look flopped. It was all so perfect in my head, and then an epic fail.
Five minutes to shop, and you’re scrambling. You need to quickly put a look together and you’re out of ideas, with no time to spare. Panic mode, right? You’ve been in the situation…I’m sure you have. You just can’t seem to find that one, fabulous “must have” piece, that would make dressing for your evening event oh-so-simple. If your stumped, and can’t find what your looking for, stop, drop, and simplify. You’d be surprised with what you can create with just one piece.
If you had to define your style in one word, what would it be? Edgy? Classy? Feminine? Tricky, isn’t it? For me, it most definitely is. I can’t give you just one word to define my style. In the summer, it’s an array of floral prints, multiple shades of lace, all tied into a feminine look. However, during the fall and winter, I definitely add an edgy vibe to my look. This winter, I’ll finally admit it. I own more black in my closet than I ever thought possible. I’ve caved.
Oh, hey there, sequined superstars! We made it! “New Year, New You,” right? Scratch that, babes. I want you to take on this year as the same, you! Why? Because you’re already fabulous, and I don’t want you to forget that. No need for a “new you.” But, let’s kick up our heels a bit shall we? Throw some glitter in the the air, like ya just don’t care. I want you to take time, and actually celebrate your life.
What’s your “go to” look for a night out on the town? It’s probably a little black dress. Am I right? The classic black dress is one of the best staples you can own in your closet. I’m sure you pair it with a fancy pair of heels, a few accessories and an evening bag. Easy peezy! However, today I’m going to show you 3 ways to style your little black dress for several different daytime looks. The great part about this wardrobe must-have, is that it has so much versatility. So pop a squat, grab a latté, and keep on reading!
One chilly evening, I peeked out the window to see tiny, white snowflakes, gently falling to the ground. That particular weekend felt chaotic to me, with no sense of slowing down anytime soon. It’s so easy to get wrapped up in projects. I’ll admit that there are days when I have a love/hate relationship with the city. There are moments when it’s loud and crazy, with honking horns and stories that you can’t quite make up. Then there are those sunny Sundays in the fall. The air is crisp, and the leaves burst with color. The city is quiet, and I remember why I fell in love with New York City.