Sarah works in law, and she has a very lively sense of style. She definitely rocks trends and mixes prints with gusto, which just shows it's not necessary to let go of your individuality when entering a conservative workplace.
As you might have noticed by now, when it comes to clothes, I value form and function equally. Like I’m mostly pretty practical, but I also make plenty of sacrifices (and purchases) for the sake of fashion.
Latest #fashun purchase: this long white sleeveless outer…vest…thing. If you don’t know what to call it, that’s a pretty good sign it’s not an essential garment. Why do I like it? It doesn’t keep me warm. Or cool. It’s not slimming. BUT!
When: May 14 // Weather: springy // Real life: work
You guys: barrettes are back and I’m here for it. In case you’re thinking to yourself, “Won’t I look like a 12-year-old?” Um…if only it were that easy to look younger. Also, I don’t know about you, but when I was 12, do you know what I was doing? Singing Spice Girls into a hairbrush. Do you know what I wasn’t doing? Paying bills. There are worse things than being 12, my friends. Embrace the barrettes, 90s babes!
When: May 18 // Weather: 80s & sunny // Real life: my brother-in-law’s wedding
It’s sort of a given that if you’re in your 20s-30s, and it’s a Saturday in May or June, you’ll find yourself at a wedding. Except… most of my friend were apparently early settle-downers, because it’s been ages since I’ve been to a good love party. Luckily I practice my chicken dance on a regular basis, so it wasn’t too hard to get back in the swing of wedding-going for my brother-in-law’s nuptials last month.
I rented a couple different dresses from Rent the Runway and as soon as I put this one on, I knew it was the winner. It pretty much screamed “SPRINGTIME,” it was comfy (no bra needed), and it was special but not stuffy. And if you want my advice, the key to wearing a fancy dress and not letting a fancy dress wear you is: add elements that are a little less fancy or even – dare I say – rock n’ roll. Like black studded sandals and a plain ol’ ponytail, instead of metallic heels and an updo.
When: May 7 // Weather: warm & cloudy // Real life: work
Do you ever come across cashiers that seem like they hate you? Like, not just that they’re not super cheerful, but they look at you as if you just walked up and called them a cotton-headed ninnymuggins or something equally horrendous. I mean, I know I’m not the most likeable person (the dry humor’s not for everyone), but even I can’t offend someone within 15 seconds of meeting them.
I met one of those surly cashiers when I was buying this belt at Ann Taylor. She was quite annoyed that I didn’t want to purchase the one in the store that had a defect. Then I met another one at the grocery story last weekend. I’m not exaggerating when I say she threw my food in the bag. Good think I wasn’t buying eggs!
Anyway, I never really tattle or complain about grumpy cashiers, because those are pretty thankless jobs with low pay and you’re on your feet all day. There are plenty of reasons to be grumpy – maybe someone just told them about climate change. But sometimes I just can’t help but wonder if I’m putting out a bad vibe (or smell). You guys would tell me, right??
When: Cinco de Mayo // Weather: 70 and sunny // Real life: walk in the park, lunch, errands, and froyo
Greetings, my fellow Americans, and I hope you enjoyed your Memorial Day weekend. As a proud resident of Indianapolis who values my time, sanity, and personal hygiene, I opted to enjoy a chill weekend in my lovely city, doing anything but going to the Indy 500.
But enough about the Greatest Spectacle in Racing…I’m more interested in the greatest SPECTACLES that protect my eyes from the sun and make me look fabulous at the same time (see what I did there?). I have a bit of a sunglasses habit, and when the sun actually reappears in the spring, I start getting the urge to add more shades to my collection. I keep all my sunglasses on a wall-mounted display shelf, and a couple weeks ago it came crashing down in the middle of the night. Some might see that as a sign the shelf was too full, but not me. I see it as a desperate plea for attention: “Put more sunglasses on me!” Message received.
These are my latest pair – they’re Balenciaga (#sofancy) but I found them at Nordstrom Rack for $100. I also may or may not have ordered another fabulous designer pair on eBay that is scheduled to arrive this week! Someone build me a stronger shelf!
When: a couple weeks ago // Weather: 60s and sunny // Real life: work
I have serious question: Why do we bother with linen clothing? I mean, when they’re freshly laundered and ironed, they’re gorgeous. You put them on and you look like someone who owns a quaint $10 million house in Nantucket. You probably own lots of fancy wine glasses with stems and everything.
But as soon as you so much as scratch your upturned nose, you immediately look like someone who just woke up on the beach outside a $10 million house in Nantucket, cradling a bottle of 2 Buck Chuck.
The transition is quick, and it is aggressive, people.
Yet here I am wearing a linen shirt (and I wore it again this week). You’ll note that I’m conveniently hiding most of the shirt under a trench and standing in the sun to reflect light. Hence the nature of my question: Seriously, why do I bother?
When: April 21 (Easter) // Weather: 70 and sunny // Real life: walk on the canal and dinner on a patio
The first great patio day is an important holiday around here. I like to say I put up with the Midwest winters because they make the other seasons more special. That first spring day when you get to feel the sun on your skin again (in moderation, with sunscreen) after months of hibernation are so freaking glorious.
This year, the first great patio day happened to fall on Easter, so while everyone else was in church and hanging with their families, we heathens enjoyed a nice walk along the downtown canal, followed by a delicious al fresco meal at Hedge Row. There were no crowds, no shoppers, just a nice sunny Sunday afternoon. Perfect for celebrating rebirth, whatever that means to you.
(Oh, P.S. HEY MOMS (especially mine). HAPPY DAY TO YOU.)