Phew, what an amazing first quarter of the year this has been! I swear, I blinked the day after Christmas and suddenly found myself in April. Now, April is one of the best times of year in my world. Firstly, it’s when the weather here in NC stops being fickle and turns plain lovely. Secondly, it’s the final month of the semester – all of us Professors have a bit more bounce in our step, as the end of the madness is in sight!
There are all kinds of people in the world. Introverts. Extroverts. Dreamers. Realists. Sports fanatics and ballet enthusiasts. The butchers, the bakers, The candlestick makers. And there are those who thrive on being around people. Who love the frenetic pulse of a crowd and, should they find a moment to themselves, have a burst of energy to call someone immediately and head out. And though I love spending time with my husband, have definitely been blessed with an amazing set of friends, and can certainly hold my own at a party, truth be told some of my very favorite moments are…
I’m sure you all remember this amazing rose-printed dress from a few posts back. Well, we had a bit of an emergency week before last and her life hung in the balance for a good 24 hours. I will forewarn you, fellow readers, this is not a story for the faint of heart. There is some crying, some damaged vintage, and a few choice words being slung around my bathroom. If you have a hardy constitution and can handle a few heart stopping moments, read on….
At long last, my 3-year Blog-a-versary Giveaway has ended and the winner of the $100 Etsy gift card has been chosen! I know many of you have been on pins and needles waiting for the results (now that you mention it – so am I!). Firstly, I would like to thank Etsy for sponsoring this amazing giveaway. They have been huge supporters of my blog from the start and I have loved working closely with them over the years.
I have and will forever be enamored with novelty bags. Although some people like their neutrals. Their satchels and holdalls. I sail right past those bags to the ones shaped like a piece of fruit or woodland creature. Which is why I squirm like an eager puppy every time Vendula London comes out with their latest range. If you haven’t heard of them before, Vendula is known for making amazing vegan-friendly novelty bags of all shapes and sizes.
Dressing for transitional seasons is always a bit of a challenge – it seems to easy to find summer sundresses and winter coats, but finding the perfect look for spring & autumn is always a little tenuous. I’ve had my fair share of misjudging morning temperatures only to end up freezing or roasting hot by the end of the day. The struggle is real people…
Well folks, it’s upon us once again. I can hardly believe how old my baby is getting, but The Dressed Aesthetic has officially turned 3! It’s crazy to think I’ve been clamoring away on these keys for three whole years, but every time I get to yet another milestone, I’m overwhelmed by gratitude for all of you who make my little corner of the internet possible.
There are a few things in this life that make me ridiculously happy – stumbling upon a coffee shop that only has espresso on the menu, yet still manages to not take itself too seriously. Finding a vintage novelty printed skirt in an op shop selling for a song. And discovering a new vintage store, a veritable treasure trove of undiscovered pieces of history.
I was chatting with the ladies at work the other day, and admitted that I never dress for the weather. Instead, I dress for the weather I want. Lately, I’ve found myself squinting at the cloudy skies and pelting rain and defiantly pulling out my sunniest yellow dresses and most vibrant florals. Cold air may reign, but my rose printed vintage dresses are putting up a good fight. Regardless of the fact that Mother Nature is taking her sweet old time, no matter how grey the day may get, you can just peek into my office and see Spring just…
When I was in high school, my prom was a bit of a non-event. I had actually asked a guy friend from another school to go with me, who backed out at the last minute (quite literally – he backed out the night I was waiting for him to turn up). I still went with a group of friends, and in what felt like both abject humiliation and youthful defiance, brought a blow up parrot as my “date.” Yes, you read that right. Prom photos and all! Although I remember having a good time, there is a part of me…