Sunday Styles no. 25

Sooo, I've been out of commission for a few days. My lack of Friday post threw me into such a dizzying spiral of guilt, I had to make sure to post today. From all the constant traveling, my body just gave up and the last few days have been me trying to physically recuperate (or what I like to call "playing videogames for many hours on end and eating lots of oranges"...which is the literal definition of what I did for most of this weekend thus far.) I don't know how everyone else is, but flying demolishes me...and frequent flying leaves me crippled.

I'm already feeling a heightened sense of anxiety as I stare at my calendar and realize I'm flying again in less than a week to Japan. (More on this later.) So, in the spirit of keeping things somewhat optimistic-looking (it's Easter afterall, and I could use a chocolate egg or 10), I decided to go with a splash of spring color while staying supremely comfortable.

Also, who doesn't love bunny ears? This particular pair is close to my heart. (It was part of my wedding theme and served me well in a few portraits with Husband Charles...but I'm digressing.)

So, yes, silky, shirts are the epitome of comfort for me and pants with a little stretch don't hurt either. These shooties (yes, I used the word "shootie"...and for those who don't know what it is, it's a boot-shoe) are some of the most comfortable shoes I own...and they have heels. I'm always really dumbfounded as to why they're so comfy, but I can sprint down a NYC street in these with no problem. In fact, I might have an easier time running in these than in straight-up flats. Who knows why? (Rest assured, I'm not some superhero. This isn't the case with other heels I own.)

Can you tell I'm a bit out of it? Anyway, off to enjoy the day. Hoping the overcastness goes away so I can have a relaxing, sunny, Sunday. Time for more bed-rest. Also...

Much love from Mr. Merlin and I! Hope you have a wonderful day! xoxo!
(Sidenote: This image totally looks like an album cover. Ha.)

A Note About the Clothes: Madewell Hot Pink Silk Shirt - no longer available, Rag & Bone Arrow Print Leggings, Jessica Simpson Shooties - no longer available, Tom Banwell Bunny Leather Mask in White


Still Figuring It Out: Tavi Gevinson & ELLE Speak to My Inner Artist

Ok, I think it's no surprise that I'm having another life crisis. Whatevs, I deal with them all the time. (What, you don't?) It's part of my schtick at this point...the weird thing is that all these things around me are popping up. Videos I hadn't seen before, articles I start reading for the hell of it that end up speaking to my soul. I mean, I'm pretty sure it's that whole horoscope phenomenon...but, let's assume it's not and that not everyone will read or watch what I'm watching and relate to it on some insanely deep level.

So, let's start with the first thing...

Do you know who Tavi Gevinson is? I recall many a year ago, hearing about a fashion blogging wünderkind who began her stellar career at the ripe ol' age of eleven. Yes. Young, intelligent, fashion-forward, thoughtful. Impressive....very impressive and totally relatable. I recall checking her blog, aptly named Style Rookie and falling in love.

And after a ton of success in the fashion world, she branched out to voice her thoughts on more than just fashion...which is when I REALLY fell in love with her. And, most recently, I stumbled upon the TED talk she did in 2012 (sorry, a little delayed, I know, but I have a bad tendency to miss things.)

Did you watch it? (If not, watch it!)

I felt like I was listening to what I wished my inner high school self had always been (she's always with me...even today...and is as cynical as ever, even when I don't want her to be...and she still hems and haws when I wear too much color or makes a barfing sound when I make a questionable make-up choice or write something super sappy.)

Anyway, what I'm getting at is that she touches on this familiar feeling...the feeling of "still figuring it out." I was doing that at her age and I keep doing it year after year. At first I thought I was just unfocused or scared or confused...and, yes, I've had those moments too. And, yes, I feel crazy sometimes...and, as Tavi so aptly points out, it's not because I'm a woman. It's because people are crazy and women are a category of people.

On top of Tavi's super endearing talk (a.k.a this makes me feel better about having flaws...because that makes me more interesting, RIGHT?), I just finished reading this article in the latest issue of Elle about a woman who is struggling to figure out her career path. The question of wanting nice things (or just being able to afford things)...about following your creative path...about understanding what success is. The article is called I'm For Sale, in this month's issue. I suggest anyone who's having that crisis between wanting to follow your dreams, but also wanting a new pair of shoes or the ability to pay rent to read it.

My brain is in so many places right now. Tavi brought up the point of being allowed to be pretty and be a feminist. The article talks about how you're allowed to want things and question your life and your career. (Apparently, women have at least 7 things they focus on when it comes to success according to the article, which makes navigating life a lot harder.)

In short, I'm still figuring it out. Yep.

And on that note, I just flew into NYC last night for business, so today's crazy busy! I gotta run!
Hope you get a chance to check out the TED talk and pick up the latest Elle issue (or read it at the bookstore/newstand.) Much love to you all! xoxo!


Quote of the Week: Heartbeat

So, I think it's safe to say that I'm in the throws of Spring Fever and I'm totally ok with that. If only there was a way that I could bottle this feeling and save it for those colder months and darker days.

I've been taking full advantage of the longer days and warmer temps in these past few weeks. I've incorporated more walks, more visits to gardens, and am even sitting on my front patio as I type this. I finally decided to clean off the pretty tiled table Husband Charles had purchased while he was a bachelor. This table that I had banished to the front patio to slowly get covered in a thick sheet of pollen & dirt and to be the pedestal for our potted cacti.

About 10 sopping wet paper towels later and the table is now the perfect spot for me to write a blog post, sip a cool beverage or philosophize on life (or all three, which is the case at this very moment.) This brings me to this week's quote.


Sunday Styles no. 24

I have a new obsession. JT's Suit & Tie! I've been listening to it non-stop. It's the perfect song for this wonderfully warm, sunny, SoCal weekend! And, in true dancer fashion, I've made this week's Sunday Styles an ode to easy in, danceable fashion. (Granted, I didn't go with a suit & tie like I should've, but it's a weekend. Gimme a break.)

Keep it simple, maybe show a little skin, and prepare for the warm weather. (To be honest, I usually wear this top with high-waisted pants, but I didn't want that restricted feeling today.) That's all there is to it...that and wear flats because we've all been at that party where the DJ was poppin', the dancefloor was hoppin', and we were wearing platform heels and couldn't get down like we really wanted to. (Flashback to me at last year's holiday party - platform, suede peep-toes are like dance suicide.)

So, to all my friends, whether you're basking in the sun on the west coast or enjoying the first signs of spring on the east coast, have a good dance off for me with the one you love or a bunch of friends. Nothing will get you smiling like a little cutting of the rug. 

And for those who haven't heard the song or seen the video yet, here it is!

Have a wonderful rest of the weekend! xo!

A Note About the Clothes: Grey Cropped Top (I'll be honest, I don't remember where I got it, but here's something similar), Gap 1969 Ankle Zip Legging Jeans (Black) - no longer available (but here are some alternatives), Madewell Holepunch Sidewalk Skimmers (Black)


I'm Enthusiastic About: Nature (at the Huntington Library)

I've always appreciated nature. Maybe it's the Shintoist in me, but nothing brings me more joy and rejuvenates me more than a hike through a forest, a long walk on a beach, laying under a tree on a breezy afternoon, or getting intoxicated on the smell of freshly bloomed lilacs.

So, it comes as no surprise that I've just renewed my membership for the 3rd time to the Huntington Library in San Marino. Why the sudden enthusiasm? Well, it's not all that sudden, actually. I've always been a fan of the place, but realized this past Sunday while I was strolling through it that I needed to share this gem with everyone.

If you live around the area, you need to go. It has everything from various gardens (desert, palm, sub-tropical, rose, Japanese, Chinese, Australian, etc.) to bamboo forests and lily ponds to an impressive library and art collection. It's the best place to go with a book or with a good conversationalist. You can sit on one of the grand lawns under the shade of a tree for a chat or a nap, sit on a bench and admire a garden, stroll the latest art exhibit, ogle impressive original manuscripts, rare books, and the can even have high tea in the tea room near the rose garden. (I suggest making a reservation if that's your plan.)


H2(Wh)O(a): A Tale of Water

I have a confession to make...

I dislike drinking water.

Yep. It's true! Give me a glass of water and the only time I'll usually drink it is if I'm at dinner, everyone is having an alcoholic drink, and the waiter hasn't been by in a while. More of a nervous habit than a conscious effort to stay hydrated. However, if you leave me to my own devices, you'll often see me go long stretches at a time without ingesting a single drop of anything. In short, I have no right to complain about headaches or my skin feeling shriveled. It's my own damn fault.


Quote of the Week: Excess

Seems almost too fitting for the day after St. Patty's, doesn't it? I'll be honest, the greenery in the photograph was merely a coincidence and the excess I'm referring to has less to do with hangovers and more to do with crying wallets. Though, to be fair, the former is usually caused by lots of liquor, which causes the latter.

But, seriously, I don't drink. My Asian genes or lack of enzymes or whatever people say about my race is full-fledged and I really don't have the time, energy, or bank account to try to push myself to build a tolerance. I'm much more entertaining and fun when I'm not passed out in a corner...after half a beer.

So, what excess am I referring to? Excess in life. Seeing something, saying I deserve it...and then purchasing it or taking time out of my day to do it. Some things make sense. Investing in good skincare products falls under this category. Groceries, dog food, birthday gifts for friends and family, lying down if I feel exhausted...these also are in this category.

Other things don't make as much sense. Two pairs of the same shoes (because they were on sale and I know I'll wear one pair to death), buying practical flats and a statement necklace (because I had a coupon and the deal was too good), or getting another jumpsuit (because I'm trying to change my sartorial course), eating too many desserts over the course of three days.

At the end of the day, I'm not spending a ton of money, but I've been spending more than I usually do. Maybe it's the weather. Maybe it's my new haircut. Maybe it's in the name of fun...but I always think back to when I was living in New York. It was my 29th birthday and I had a massive get-together with friends. One friend bought me a psychic reading and this woman came and sat with me.

It was a tough time in my life. I was a penny-pincher and stressed about where I was going or what I was doing. I didn't allow myself to make many purchases and life was decidedly a bit boring because I refused to go out (a.k.a spend money) to gain new experiences.

Before I said a thing, the psychic turned to me and said, "you need to stop worrying about money. Just live your life, do what you love, and things will work out!"

After that, not-Husband-yet Charles & I ended our long-distance relationship because I couldn't deal with the constant break-up-get-together cycle. I left my job and found a better one. I moved into a beautiful apartment with a long-time friend. A two-story penthouse overlooking the Hudson...and, ya know what? Things did work out. I stopped worrying and started living and said "YES" to the opportunities that came my way.

One year later, almost-Husband Charles and I were engaged, I had moved out to Los Angeles and we had started a life together. We got a dog, I found a network of wonderful friends, and found myself involved with more projects than I knew what to do with.

Mind you, I still have my bad days. This is by no means me stating that I have a perfect life...but I wouldn't have this life if I hadn't been a bit excessive and lived the life I dreamed.

So, to everyone who's a little scared to let go...who's unsure of where they're going or what will happen if they spend an extra few bucks to go to the museum instead of penny pinch and watch TV. Who might be afraid to get out of their crappy relationship or get that pair of shoes that will put an extra spring in their step. I'm not telling you to go out and buy a yacht, but I say, go out there and take a chance. Live your life a little excessively (this doesn't mean stupidly) and see what comes of it. When you treat yourself a little, life has a way of surprising you!

And on that note, have a great Monday and a fantastic week! xo!


Sunday Styles no. 23

Oh, hello, spring! You're right around the corner, aren't you? With that said, I suppose I should give color another chance because, well, it makes sense, right? So, what better time to come out about my long-time love affair than now.

I'm in love with blue. Cobalt blue to be more specific...madly in love, really.
(I know, I know. I should be wearing Kelly Green for St. Patty's day but I'm not Irish and that green is horrible for my skintone. So, shoot me.)

It all started years ago when I found this bright cobalt blue eyeliner at Sephora and it's been a love-love relationship ever since. So, wasn't I elated when I found these two items (on the same day no less) while doing some shopping in the neighborhood!

So, today's Sunday Style is an homage to two things: Cobalt Blue and Accessories. You really can't go wrong with either of them.

Personally, I find when you're wearing bright accessories, you can up the drama by toning everything else down. My clothing has become the stagehands in the play that is my outfit. Starring Mr. Shoes & Miss Hat.

So, color is back and though you may not see me in head-to-toe floral prints, expect a little more whimsy from me in the coming months. I get spring fever pretty badly, so the season is sure to bring out the best in my sartorial self.

How about you? Finding yourself wearing more color as the weather warms up? Or is it more about a hemline that's slowly creeping up? Whatever the case, hope the coming spring has you excited! In the meantime, have a relaxing Sunday! And if you're Irish, yay! And if you're not, go find an Irish friend and give 'em a kiss on the cheek! xo!

A Note About the Clothes: Cobalt Blue Hat (Found at Anthropologie, but can't locate it on the website - might be in-store only.), Black Button Down w/ Sheer Sleeves (Anthropologie from last year - no longer available), American Apparel Shiny Leggings (Black Eel), Madewell Sidewalk Skimmer in Suede (Crystal Blue)


Getting in Tatcha with Your Inner Geisha (A Skincare Review)

Once upon a time, during Fall 2013 Fashion Week in New York City, over a gluttonous lunch of grilled chicken paninis and sweet potato fries doused in buckets of chipotle mayonnaise, my dear friend, Tyler, told me about a skincare line called Tatcha. He went on about how it was based off of the secrets of geishas in ancient Japan and how the products worked miracles.

Tyler is one of those men who has immaculate skin that glows, so of course I'm going to listen to him with bated breath. And being of Japanese descent, I had a feeling that the geishas and I were working with the same type of skin, so I was doubly intrigued. On top of that, after eating so much panini and ingesting so much chipotle mayo, my skin was feeling greasy and in need of some brightening.

Upon my return to Los Angeles, I went ahead and ordered their sampler set, which is such a great idea. Enough product to last a few days to really test it out. This is what it looks like:

You can order it here for $50 USD.
It came with:
  • Pure Camelia One Step Cleansing Oil
  • Polished Gentle Rice Enzyme Powder (3 packets)
  • Polished Classic Rice Enzyme Powder (3 packets)
  • Polished Deep Rice Enzyme Powder (3 packets)
  • Radiant Deep Brightening Serum
  • Supple Moisture Rich Silk Cream
  • Petal Fresh Original Japanese Beauty Papers (30 sheets) - essentially blotting papers
The package arrived, beautifully laid out, and with it, a handwritten note which I really appreciated. Touches like this can make all the difference. Not only was there a handwritten note, but also a code for 15% off my next full-sized purchase. Well played, Tatcha. Well played.


A Cut Above: On Going Short for Spring

All this talk about haircuts! Well, for those of you who don't know, I used to be a licensed cosmetologist in NYC many moons ago and still give my friends cuts from time to time. And with the spring knocking at our door and me already freshly trimmed, I began to set my sights on a few of my friends.

My shears were antsy for a new frontier...or a frontier it hadn't laid its sharp edges on in a while.

Enter Kristin. I've mentioned Kristin several times in the past. A friend and wildly talented of those girls who has life together and she's only in her mid-20's. Good gravy! When I was her age, I lived in a windowless apartment in Brooklyn and was suffering from depression, likely caused by a complete lack of sunlight. (Duh.) Anyway, I'm digressing. Kristin is a spritely, young woman, newly married, and all about taking risks. She's been working on getting her blog together too, so stay tuned!

Now, where was I? Ah, yes. So, Kristin has delicate features and big eyes with looooong lashes and has discussed the idea of going short many a time. She also happens to have a husband who was very supportive of the idea. (Go, Dave!) So, of course, I was going to jump on the opportunity. And this was the result!

I remember the moment I gave her her glasses back to take a look. I heard a sound I hadn't heard in a long time. I can't really recreated it through text, but it translates to, "OMG, this is what I was always supposed to look like! I finally feel like myself!" Indeed, cutting off all that hair uncovered the gorgeous, hepburn-esque girl you see before you. Now you can really see her lovely features. Her face has nowhere to hide and that's fine, because it's beautiful! Makes me want to plop her on a vespa and drive her around Rome. (Roman Holiday reference for those who aren't aware.)

And one of the best things about this cut? It's works with her natural hair texture, which was straightened when her hair was long. So, her styling time has been minimized to 0 and her pretty, soft waves and cowlick are now designed to take advantage of the situation. She can literally jump out of the shower and go if she wants to. Who says short hair takes more time to style? Psh. Lies.

I can't tell you how much I love cutting long hair off, especially when I know how wonderful the final product will be. I think I've made a short-hair-for-life girl outta Kristin, so hallelujah for that! I can't see why she would ever want to have long hair again!

So, now that I'm freshly shorn and she is too, you better watch out or I might come at you with a pair of shears and uncover something magical, just in time for the new season! Do you have any follicular plans for spring? I'd love to know about them and if you plan on going short and are feeling uneasy, read this little diddy from a 1988 US Vogue article and feel good about your decision!

Cheers to Kristin and her hair, the upcoming spring, and all the adventures that await us with these longer days and warmer nights! I'm sooooo ready! Aren't you? xo!


Quote of the Week: Mothers

This week's quote goes out to my mother-in-law, Tracy, who was kind enough to visit us this weekend. Due to snow and driving conditions, we missed each other this past holiday season, so a reunion was long overdue. Thanks to scheduling (a.k.a Husband Charles having a crazy weekend work assignment), the last few days have given us a chance to spend some quality time together. Brunching, early morning conversations on the couch, some shopping, some general hang time. All things I really enjoyed a ton - and I'm not even being sarcastic. Seriously!

I'm one of the very lucky women out there who gets along with her mother-in-law. After all the cliché things I've heard about mom-in-laws (and I can only assume that there's some truth to them because clichés do happen for a reason, people), it would seem that loving your in-law's is truly a rarity. So, it looks like I've found the holy grail of in-law-relationship-ness. (Yes, I'm using technical terminology here.)

She helps me think about life, puts things in perspective, makes me laugh, and lets me into her head and heart, which really is how friendships start. We're both ready and willing to share secrets, thoughts, and philosophies. In short, totally what I need.

Just wanted to give a quick shout-out to Tracy and celebrate her as a mother-in-law, friend, confidante, and wonderful person. (She's also a fantastic shopping partner, though her talent at getting me to purchase things makes my wallet cry a smidge - luckily, she talks me into practical purchases that I'll actually wear.) I'm thankful for having a solid relationship with her and hope we have many more quality hours together to talk about everything or nothing at all...whatever we see fit. I mean, we could also sit and watch a marathon of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. That's totally kosher too.

Cheers to great family relationships! xo!


Sunday Styles no. 22

So, once in a while, I get a haircut that calls for a few new threads. After my most recent chop (really, it was just a trim, but an artful, life-changing one, if you can believe it), I found myself in desperate want of a jumpsuit.

I know. Odd. Not the most common craving, but a jumpsuit has been on my list of "things to get" for a while. Harem pants, a leather baseball cap, a felt baseball cap, more geometric jewelry, and massive, thick-rimmed, circular sunglasses are also on that list.

However, I'm not an avid jumpsuit wearer. I've never owned one, but was dead-set on finding one and giving it a test run. In cases like these, I'll usually go the way of a slightly more affordable piece of clothing so I don't have immense buyers remorse. I'll be honest, I faltered at first. I almost didn't purchase one, but my dear Kristin was there to support (a.k.a demand) my purchase...this was the result:

Husband Charles and my Mother-in-Law, Tracy, (who shall, henceforth, be called "Mom-in-Law Tracy") both agreed that this was a throwback to Michelle Pfeiffer in Scarface! (Maybe you caught the reference, maybe you didn't...if not, you can see it here.) If you haven't seen the movie, you need to go do that right now. Talk about a perfect, semi-violent, Sunday activity!

Anyway, there ya have it. This new haircut is leading me down a path of dramatic, disco fashion choices and, after some soul-searching, I've realized I'm totally ok with that. In fact, I'm embracing the change. Whoever said disco was dead is a liar (and, possibly a thief...and if not a thief, then just a really unreliable source of information.)

I have a feeling I may have to increase the number of jumpsuits in my closet stat. Those are words I never expected to see on the blog, but here they are - plain as day! First though, time to relax a little on this sunny LA Sunday. Might have to put the jumpsuit away for a more fabulous evening soiree and get into some proper Sunday gear. Just had to share my new sartorial revelation! Hope you have a great rest of the weekend! xo!

A Note About the Clothes: Sparkle & Fade Surplice Flutter Sleeve Jumper, Penny Loves Kenny Platform Sandal - no longer available


My Mane Man

We've all set out on the journey. Some of us are still on it. Some have come out on top. Others are still struggling in search. You may be thinking I'm talking about life...and, sure, you can definitely look at life this way, but I'm actually referring to something really serious. Something monumental in every person's life. The day you meet your hairstylist.

I'm a loyal person by nature, so it's no surprise that I would be the same way when it comes to my hair. I spent 16+ years with the same hairstylist when I lived on the east coast. (Shout out to Fumi-san!) She saw me through short hair, long hair, bobs, bangs, color...everything. She saw me go from a kid to an adult. She always knew exactly what worked on me and helped me cultivate a reputation for having stellar hair 95% of the time. (The same couldn't be said for my fashion sense, but I grew out of the oversized jeans and vintage polyester. THANK G-D.)

After moving to the west coast, I really struggled for a long time to find the right person...and then, after 4 or 5 disappointing experiences, I met Charles Fox.

This is Charles Fox...if it wasn't obvious.

Fate led us to each other. A badly scheduled appointment with another stylist and an open slot in Charles' scheduled made it all happen one summer afternoon. Trained at the Vidal Academy, I knew he was the guy to go to. I was sick of all these shattered hairstyles. I was sick of a lack of precision and strong lines. I wanted some drama. So, I turned to him.

Fast forward several months. Charles managed to help me grow my hair from short cut to short bob to long bob without any real awkward stages. If you must know, I'm growing it to donate it. In a few years, I plan on lopping all of it off in one fell swoop and I can't wait

Moving on with the story, I suddenly realized that it had almost been 3 months and my hair had become a featureless curtain around my face. I needed something to give it shape and to allow me to wear it down without being bored. I mean, I love crimping, but I don't always have Husband Charles around to help me crimp the back of my head. AND the last thing I wanted to rock was "cool mom on-the-go" hair, which my unattended tresses were slowly turning in to. (Thanks to my girl, Kristin, for coining that new phrase.)

Cut to me making an appointment and having the day finally arrive...and, really, not a minute too soon. The day of the haircut I was wearing a beanie, if that doesn't tell you where my head was at - PUN. I walked into Goodhead in Echo Park, where Charles is now working, sat down and told him what I was thinking. Blunt ends, geometric lines, symmetry, sleekness with layering. All kinds of things that, when combined, pose a challenge to a stylist - I know this because I used to be one. However, Charles never turns me away and he always...always delivers.

I walked into the salon looking like a hot mess. An hour and a half later - and this included one of his amazing head massagey shampoos and a lot of laughs - he gave me this haircut.

I am pleased.

He somehow managed to take my volume-less crown, give it lift by layering without compromising sleekness, gave me dramatic blunt ends and statement bangs, and created the most luxurious style I've had in a long time. Hello, Anjelica Huston circa 1960's! This is one of those haircuts that sways when you walk and blinds people with its shine. It's pretty obvious I'm pleased.

Just wanted to show my hairstylist some love for the amazing work he's done and continues to do. So, if you're in LA or are heading to LA and need a haircut, Mr. Fox comes highly recommended by yours truly. If you have a wonderful stylist, congratulations on the successful completion of your "journey" and I hope you're having an amazing hair day! Now, off to walk around and turn my head dramatically at things for no reason. With a cut like this, my whole life has just magically become a haircare commercial.

Happy Friday! xo!


Oh, It's Just Me, Swaggy McSwaggerson

Did I ever tell you about my dream of becoming an eccentric, old lady? I'm talking shockingly white hair, massive, thick-rimmed glasses, bright, red lips, structural clothing, and tons of arm & hand swag. You know, the type of woman who says outrageous things and can get away with peacock-themed caftans. So, to further my winding path to old-age-fabulousness, I've been getting really into rings and bracelets as of late.

Let's face it. Nothing is as definitive as a finger, wrapped in a ram head, pointing at something and nothing is as magical as the sound of bracelets clinking together while an arm makes a sweeping gesture. Add to this a pointy-nailed, dragon-lady-esque manicure and I think it's safe to say that I'm on the next train to old-lady-ville...this particular train has a reputation of being exceptionally slow, by the way, but I'm on my way there nonetheless.

What is it that I love about statement jewelry aside from the obvious nod to mature style? Well, among many things, rings and bracelets fall under the category of accessory. You know what's great about accessories? You can wear them all day, every day and no one will bat an eye. Try wearing your favorite shirt all day, everyday. It's not gonna fly and someone is bound to make a laundry joke if you don't disgust yourself before that. Not like rings and bracelets (or necklaces, sunglasses, hats, shoes, or cufflinks.) So, yes, they allow me to indulge in something I love all the time without any societal judging or dire need of laundering. Though, to be fair, one should polish jewelry that needs to be polished occasionally.

A few rules I've made for myself thus far:

  • Never enough hand & arm swag - if there's real estate, pack it in
  • The secret to wearing gold & silver together: Silver Wrists/Gold Hands - Gold Wrists/Silver Hands
  • Animal-themed swag is always a winning choice
  • Manicures can take your swag to a swaggier place
  • Bling - sparkly stuff - in moderation (for now. When I'm older, I think I can pull off the dripping-in-diamonds look without channeling a 10 year old clad in costume jewelry.)
  • Keep your outfit simple

So, where did this all come from? From the fact that I found myself going back to basics in the wardrobe department recently. I've been hung up more on quality materials and construction than patterns or colors. What I'm left with is an array of very simple looks...which, lucky for me, are great canvases for hand & arm swag. So, the plan is to keep going.

I've got my eye on another new ring anyway, so might as well move forward with it, right? Oh, the joys of weighing my hands and arms down with swag.
Do you have an accessory obsession at the moment? If so, would love to hear about it. If you see anything that you recommend for any of my open real estate in the photo, be sure to send it along!
Honorary eccentric old lady, signing off! Have a great Wednesday! xo!

Dedicated to: My girl, Ally! Hand swag for lyfe!


Quote of the Week: Crossing the Sea

We all get that much to do, so little time. I've gotten so much better about procrastinating, but I'm still without my weaknesses. Any creative endeavor seems to hold me in a death grip of anxiety with the main fear being "what if I don't like what I create?"

Seriously though, that's a lame excuse. Nothing you create, especially in this day and age, is permanent. You can edit almost anything or redo it - though one should be cautious about haircuts. Even with this logic so plainly in view, it gets hard to do things outside of the daily routine. And even if it's part of your daily routine, if it's something you've set your sights on doing, it can be challenging - no, I'm not talking about keeping up a blog. I don't now what you're talking about!

Oh, wait, that's totally one of the things I'm talking about.

Don't think that every blog post I write just comes flowing out of me like a falsetto flourish flows out of Barry Gibb. Nope. There are many a post that I read and re-read. That I write and then walk away from and then come back to read and hate and edit and then leave alone. Sometimes, I'll write something, hate it, and then post it anyway because I allow myself to say that I'm just being overcritical and silly.

Sometimes it's not just about quality. Sometimes it's about quantity. You have to keep producing content if you want to be creative. You need to allow yourself to hate things, but create them anyway and then keep striving to make things better...and you can't do this for anyone else. You have to do it for yourself.

This week's quote is a response to the fact that I feel like I've watched way too many episodes of Shahs of Sunset this past weekend instead of getting on with what needs to get done. To be totally honest, I've been sitting on a bunch of projects that I need to work on...and I know for a fact that once I start working on them, things will start coming easier. It's just about starting these projects...not sitting around contemplating them or what might happen to them.

When it comes to creative content, you can't phone it in. You need to get on it and make things happen. With that said, I'm going to do my best not to make a full-time job, a business trip smack dab in the middle of the week, and my mother-in-law coming to town an excuse for not getting things going on my newer projects - even though, as you can see, by creating that list, I've already started making excuses. I said I would do my best!

So, here's to crossing the sea instead of just staring at the water. Do you have a creative goal this week? If so, cheers and good luck! Getting started is the hardest part! xo!


Sunday Styles no. 21

Baby, it's hot outside! Ok, well, it was hot yesterday and Friday. I'm talking mid-80's, people. Today looks like it'll be a low-70's kind of day. Overcast, but dry. East coast friends & family, I'm not gloating, though I might have been yesterday. Feel free to come visit any time. Mr. Merlin, good food, and a lack of humidity await you.

So, this goes out to yesterday and Friday! What do you do when the weather gets a little hotter? Well, layering is out of the question. At a few points during the last two days, I wished I could peel my own skin off, it was so scorching. Granted, I probably shouldn't have been standing directly in the sun for so long, but still. So, in times like these, I go the way of a wingless butterfly, coming out of my cold-weather cocoon. Let the skin exposure and sunscreen - I'm trying to be better about not oiling the slip n' slide to age spots - commence!

To me, tank tops and shorts don't have to mean boring or Jersey Shore. Keep the outfit simple with solid colors and accessorize the frijoles out of it with jewels, a fun hairstyle - shout-out to crimps - and shoes. Obviously, shoes. Today's look is something along the lines of "conservative Mad Max tripped on a crimper and fell into a pot of jewelry" or what I like to call the "M.M.C.P.O.J" I decided that smearing any dust or dirt on myself would've taken it too far, despite my love of authenticity. So, conservative Mad Max it is.

Also, BAM!

The newest evolution of my chevron mani is my gold & black version. Subtle, but swaggy. I'm in love. Just another way to accessorize! Also, excuse my lack of super-big smile. It's early and I get stage fright when a camera is that close to my face...even if my Husband's taking the photo.

So, what's your go-to when the temps start rising? Do you have a material of choice? A cut of choice? Dresses vs shorts? Let me know! I'm always up for expanding my warm-weather wardrobe.

Hope you all have a wonderfully sunny Sunday...and if not that, then one that's slightly less chilly! And to my east coast people, stay strong and consider a trip out here! xo!

A Note About the Clothes: Rag & Bone Classic Beater Tank (color no longer available), American Apparel Stretch Twill High-Waist Side Zipper Short (Black), Florentini + Baker 7040 Boot, Lots of Hand/Arm Swag (I'll save this for another post), manicure - Essie's Good As Gold & Licorice


How to Get Famous: Thoughts About the Internet

Ok, so, we've seen it time and time again. People do silly things and become famous in a matter of days ...sometimes hours. People who, before publicly sharing something idiotic they did with the world that might get them a Darwin award, were nobodies. (Obviously, everyone is somebody to someone, but you get what I'm saying)...Perhaps you know of a few (if not a hundred) of these cases as photos, stories, and videos go viral every day.

These people will appear on television, amass thousands of fans on Facebook, and collect supporters all over the world.