Back with Bags

Under my eyes and under my arm.

I know I said I was back, but now I am really back. Actually this time. Sometimes, little life-y things like landlords and graduation parties and whatnot get in the way. Of blogging. About my life.

Here’s an instagram recap:

 

The good news, as I hope is clear, is that all those activities were marvelous, and delicious. The better news is that little Phillip and Little Marc (above) arrived almost a week early which means its blogging time again! Oh heavens how I’ve missed it (and you dear readers).

Come see their new adventures aka stay tuned because I forgot to bring my camera cord today so I can’t upload the pictures. It’s a soft opening/return. Except for that it’s my second soft opening. Ok bye….

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Three Generations of Good Jeans

I did it, I graduated. They gave me my diploma, my life as a student is officially over. Thank goodness too. Enough is enough already. I think any more education and I’d become one of those know-it-alls who wins trivia (check) and loves documentaries (check). Too late I guess. Also, as I am rereading this, I am realizing how inept I am at feigning modesty, as most of the following post has become a discussion of how pretty and stylish I am. I guess I’m turning lawyer-esque after all. Well, at least I am still honest.

As most know, graduating anything involves a lot of family interaction. My mom and my grandma flew out to spend the long weekend here, and as per the usual, we spent a lot of time shopping and drinking and eating. In fact, one day, that was literally all that we did.

My mom and my grandma love to make a big fuss about how fun it is to take me shopping because everything looks good on me and blah blah blah and thank you, please tell me how good, ok stop it, but seriously, how good do I look? I knew it. It’s why I keep those two around. They asked me for advice on what to wear and buy like they couldn’t tell themselves (they can), and it made me laugh because everything I learned, I must have learned from them. I should also mention that they are both total babes, and I was repeatedly asked, “Wait, that’s your mom?” and then “Seriously, that’s your grandma?”

The point is, that they made me realize I needed a tan, and also that inspiration has a funny way of going full circle. This post is a bit more sentimental than I intended it to be, but give me a break, it’s been months off of writing and I just went through a big life moment. My mom used to let me wear whatever I wanted to school, which unfortunately led to my relatively low position on the social-totem pole. Mismatched socks, spandex shorts with Mickey Mouse mosaics, and L.A. Lights shoes. Then again, I now have the courage to wear skirts as dresses and tangle my hair around socks. Plus, we all know how much more confident you feel when you’re dressed well, and how confident you have to be to wear some outfits. And now the people who gave me that confidence are asking my advice on outfits! My mom was clearly a long-term thinker. I am just drawing full circles around my full circles. Spherical logic.

As easy as it is to copy what has been done before, there is value in moving forward and changing it up. I am not just talking about shoes, except for that I am mostly talking about shoes. Even better, it’s spring sales season which means shoes for everyone. Check out some of my picks below.

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At the top, Missoni, to the right some perfectly wonderful (and flat) Proenza Schouler. Perfect east coast summer wedge by Diane von Furstenberg. Below that, colorful Oscar de la RentaMarc by Marc Jacobs wedges, bejeweled Marni, Ankle chained Isabel Marant, and smack in the middle, the perfect-for-the-rest-of-your-life-seriously Chloé heel.

Back to Life

 Hello! Again! Blogworld Hello! I have missed you so much, good golly how are you? Please please read me! Law School is over, can you believe it? I know I sure can’t.

My plans to begin reposting really centered around a pair of suede Chloe heels which I had hoped would be waiting for me when I returned from my brother’s wedding in Colorado. Three unsuccessful UPS delivery attempts later, they are on their way back to Kentucky (seriously) and being that they are the last pair in my size, I am apparently unable to retrieve them. So back to the internet I went, to look at things I wish were mine, with a new perspective on life. Void of textbooks, outlines, highlighters and filled with sunshine, music and wine.

It of course led to thoughts about the music festivals I missed, and those that I plan to attend, albeit in October, but its never too early to plan an outfit. Or is it? It’s 2012 after all, maybe its not the right time to plan anything. Then again, I’ll have plenty of time to festival in October before the alleged apocolypse. So, yeah, I’ll plan some outfits.

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Dusty Blue and Dusty Rose says Austin to me apparently. Add some fringe and some cut out shoes (these or these) and you’re all set. For summer music, or any summer occasion really… Lace dress with some sort of utility jacket on top? Wooweee cowboy getta moveon. Or whatever they say in Austin…