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…
Well folks, the very best month of the year has arrived. It is of course the very best month because it houses my birthday (!!) I’m almost shocked to find it’s come round the mountain again – I swear I blinked and the first two months of this year have gone by. But, I can’t say I’m sorry – I love my birthday!
There are a lot of interesting things about any given workday for me. I work with sharks + brains + students – so some might say every day is an adventure. But, as much as I love my job, so full of discoveries and an exciting frenetic pace, the best part of my day is still that moment when I pull into the driveway. Because each day, without fail, my husband will hear the telltale sound of the garage door and will come out to greet me. Sometimes, he’ll do a funny “welcome home” dance in the doorway, which always makes…
When I was little, my mom lived to dress me in blue – probably because it matched my eyes. And each Christmas, unwrapping would always reveal blue garments for me and red for my sister (she can really rock red). You might think I’d rebel when I got older and abhor blue. But, to this day if someone asks me what my favorite color is, “blue” always comes out.
I know that Valentine’s Day gets a bit of a bad rep. There are a lot of people who wish they could jump from Feb 13th to Feb 15th, pretending the day never existed. Assaulted by photos of happy couples, pink and red glitter hearts everywhere, gooey saccharine poetry. I can definitely understand how that can get wearing. But after the events of this past week, I have to say I feel like we all could use an extra bit of love.
I’ve had a love for theatre ever since I was really young. I was definitely the shy, quiet kid who found herself amongst like-minded misfits. Theatre tends to attract other creative souls who want nothing more than to be themselves and somehow find it in becoming someone else for a few hours. I made some of the best friends of my life in those shows: performing, stage managing, painting sets, and flipping through racks in the costume closet. And there was something magic about the curtain call. Not just the feeling of being applauded for something I truly loved. But,…