If you’ve never lived in or visited the Midwest for more than a day during the fall, let me fill you in on a little secret. One day it could be 88, and the next it could be a high of 54. I do not joke. I do not kid. I’ve said it once and […]
If you’ve never lived in or visited the Midwest for more than a day during the fall, let me fill you in on a little secret. One day it could be 88, and the next it could be a high of 54. I do not joke. I do not kid. I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again- the Midwest is moodier than a pre-pubescent female.
Midi dress- time and time again you come to my rescue.
No wearing white after Labor Day. I cannot for the life of me decide who would’ve come up with such a rule back in the day. Although, when this was a heavily practiced norm, black was only suited for mourning losses and denim was reserved for those performing hard labor. All I have to say is thank my lucky stars I was not born in the days of strict fashion axioms and subsequent rationed happiness because I don’t know how I would have survived. I mean, I don’t even see anything wrong with wearing black to a wedding.,.READ MORE
*post title to be read in Amy Poehler’s voice from the popular SNL skit*
HEY GUYS. In case you are incredibly outside of the loop, I got ENGAGED this weekend. Trey and I could not be more excited and I promise I will have a full post up soon all about the proposal, photos of the ring (duh), and all that sappy stuff as soon as I get the photos. eeeeeeek! *heart eye emoji*
You know how sometimes you have one of the most basic clothing items ever to exist to style but there are just so many options and you are arguably the world’s worst many-options decision maker? Yeah, well occasionally when I am faced with said situation, I decide to take some inspiration from 90’s denim and end up landing somewhere between blue jean baby and soccer mom…
There are very few outfits that I wouldn’t consider adding a leather jacket and a pair of sneakers to, who’s surprised?! No one? I didn’t think so. Turns out flow-y striped dresses are no exception.
Aaaaaaaaand just like that, it’s back to ye old grindstone.
Odds out of 10 that individuals in the medieval times used that phrase on their way to work (or maybe milk cows? a Shakespeare production?) on Mondays- zero. Odds out of 10 that I delete that opener to avoid sounding like an idiot- also zero.
Heellloooooo lovely people of the bloggersphere. It’s a Thursday afternoon and for a senior in college that means it’s the weekend. And the weekend means I have a southbound flight to catch in the morning…Ayooooo. Be sure to follow along on my Instagram story, which yes, I am still very much obsessed with.
But until then, let’s talk about this killer jacket shall we?
It’s a Tuesday, I have a cold that won’t go away (yes, I’m that person coughing my head off in the lecture hall with miniature desks two inches from one another, I apologize), I have two shoots today, and I also have a severe case of writers block, more than likely induced by an overdose of cold medication.
I’m telling you guys, I would have more golds than Phelps if run-on sentence writing was an Olympic sport.
When it starts to feel like fall- and by feel like fall I mean the temperature dropped below 80 a couple times in one week- I always have a tendency to jump full force into PSL’s, sweaters (no, I’m not hot, I just splashed my face with water?), and the brown leaf emoji. I just absolutely cannot help myself. I love this time of year and everything it entails so much it hurts.
Luckily enough, GG has my back.
If you would’ve told my 17 year old super-low-rise super-skinny-light-wash-suck-in-to-button Hollister jeans loving self that my favorite pair of jeans in my closet at age 21 would be a pair of black flares, I would’ve directed you to the nearest insane asylum.
My how time changes us.