Sweater Weather

Since I was a little girl, my mother told me I’m not allowed to wear white to my wedding. Now, don’t make me wash your brain with a bar of Ivory soap for this has nothing to do with premarital sex. In fact, it literally has to do with the color, or shade—white. Thanks to Mom, it’s engrained in my mind that I don’t look good in white. I have pale skin, freckles, dark hair, dark lips, and hazel or brown eyes (I never quite know).  But what I do know is that my color palate is fall. And fall means storing the whites and pulling out the creams, the ivorys, the eggshells, the off-whites…

“Date A Girl Who Reads”

I love magic. And a little piece of me always believes in magic (or perhaps I just love glitter way too much). But maybe that’s why I’m also a booky. Call me corny, but there’s something about getting lost in a book that is, yes, similar to the movies, (don’t get me wrong I am a complete and utter movie fanatic), but there is just nothing like the high, the escape, the satisfaction you get from reading a book. Let’s be honest, we will never get away from hearing “but the book was better,” when a story is eventually transcribed onto the screen. But what’s so special and unique about reading is that each and every experience is different for each and every reader.

So for all you booky chicks out there, whether it’s romance, mystery, sci-fi, chick-lit, or 18th century poetry, here’s a message for you to swoon over…then send to every male you’ve ever known.
(click on today’s most eligible single guy, Rob)

Thursday Lust: Floral Denim

Floral for the Autumn loving chick:

Jbrand Floral-Print Jeans.

Thursday Lust: Floral Denim

Denim for the summertime flower child:

Free People Printed Ankle Skinny in the Ivory Floral Combo.

Thursday Lust: Floral Denim

Happy Thursday! This week, I am utterly obsessed if not intoxicated with… floral denim. Grazing over stacks of these printed goodies is like picking a lollipop from a jar, or better yet, a flower from a bouquet—how on earth do you choose the right one? Do I go for the summery pair splattered with pinks, yellows, and greens against a cream or pastel canvas? Or do I choose a richer chestnut or olive with deep purple or metallic flowers stemming down the legs?

“Write drunk, edit sober”-Ernest Hemingway

You know that feeling when you’re all ready for bed, chillin under that cozy loudly colorful Anthropologie comforter (too specific?), SO ready to catch up on sleep after a hard-working or tiring or boring or anxiety-filled or completely unproductive day…and you can’t. fall. asleep.

Reasons are usually fear or excitement for the following day or maybe you just thought of a brilliant way to celebrate your next birthday and are too excited to fall asleep without planning the entire thing in your mind. Or perhaps you feel the need to think up an outfit that’s not too fancy but not too casual but definitely a little edgy and flowy for your best friend’s graduation party…

Or maybe you just have to pee but are in denial of the fact that this means getting out of your little cocoon-like nook you’ve just created.

“Hello World…”

…Continuing on in the words of The Saddle Club “This is me…“

Good morning ladies and gents! From the title of this blog you have perhaps assumed correct. I am a girl, writing about girl stuff. And by girl stuff I don’t mean period talk (for now). This won’t be, hopefully, your typical account of a great move to a big city, cliche life ponderings, or my current obsession with instagram which propelled me into believing I am in fact a skilled photographer (especially of cupcakes and flowers amirightladies?)

No. Instead I will use my spunky and sassy (most call weird letsbehonest) mind to share with you and for you a plethora of thoughts, wants, questions, critiques, and simple observations within my girly world in hopes of creating some sort of further thought. I’m into chick-lit, beauty, fashion, food, fiction, poetry, health, relationships, quirkiness, and peanut butter. And though I may not be a certified expert in any of these fields-except for peanut butter (trust me on this one)-I’ll certainly do my best.

So pour yourself a large mug of peppermint tea or hey, pop some pink champagne and feel free to love, hate, share, ignore, skim, giggle, drool, roll your eyes, shake your head, blink, stare aimlessly, cringe, critique, praise, scroll, yawn, sneeze, take a shot, puke, whatever, whatever, whatever. I hope I at least show you something pretty to look at.

Cheers.