During quarantine, I think it’s safe to say a lot of us have taken to our creature comforts. My weakness has always been wine – I love coming home from a long day to a beautiful glass of cab sauv, kicking off my heels and sharing my day with my Mister. Now that we’re home all day, there are no shoes to kick off and Mr. D already knows the happs because…well…he was there. But, there is still that perfect glass of wine….
The USDA recommends eating between five to nine servings of fruits and vegetables per day as part of a balanced, healthy diet. I don’t know about you guys, but my isolation dietary habits has been pretty shocking of late. I’ve always been someone who tries to eat healthy (I actually crave salad more than sweets. I know, I’m weird). But, all bets are off nowadays, as the only thing on my mind to crave right now is comfort: pasta, cheese, warm glorious homemade bread, and wine (ohhhh the wine). So, while I’m sure the USDA (and my waistline) are looking at…
There are a lot of things in life that come out of the blue unexpectedly and sucker punch you good. Tragedy can befall you when you least expect it, an sudden joy can hit you on a moment’s notice. I am definitely the kind of person who gets sucker punched by vintage on the regular. Scrolling lazily on IG or browsing Etsy, and suddenly all things come to a screeching halt. Heart pounding, palms sweating. You never know when or where it will come out of the blue.
Truth be told, I don’t have much of a sweet tooth. Christmas cookies are kind of wasted on me and I’m not a fan of egg nog (it’s a wonder Santa didn’t just pass by me for my rejection of Christmas staples). Even as a kid, I could hoard my Halloween candy for months, much to my sister’s chagrin. I’m the weird girl who goes to a restaurant and says she’ll just have one bite of her husband’s dessert, and actually means it. But, if I ever do hedge away from the garlic bread and towards the dessert tray (rare,…
There is something so crisp and fresh and zesty about summer. The downside is, the humidity makes my hair do one thing and one thing only: lie straight and flat. Like a seal coming out of the water, it falls in sheets around my face. As a now-mature 30-something-year-old woman, I have decided to stop fighting City Hall and embrace the state my hair prefers to be. For the next few months, I predict fewer curls will grace these cyber pages. But, I’ve chosen to pick my battles and appreciate that my hair is its own independent woman. Cause when…
A few weeks ago, while I was browsing one of my favorite blogs In A Nutshell, the fabulous Sara Lily unapologetically announced that her closet could be mistaken for a fruit salad. And I had to laugh out loud. One glance towards my own wardrobe, and I can safely say we’ve got an ambrosia situation threatening to jump out of the fruit bowl and onto my person. Well, if you can’t beat em…buy more fruit themed things!
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.
It’s been a really, really long time since I shopped for an event. And by that, I don’t mean it’s been a really long time since I shopped (she laughs riotously internally). I mean, I can’t remember the last time I bought a dress because I had a wedding to attend. Or a fancy date night on the weekend. An important work meeting. And trust me, I have a lot of all of those things on the horizon. But, I realize I’ve fallen into the pattern of buying things when they speak to me. And inevitably, the event always follows….
I’ve always loved clothing that has a bit of cheekiness about it. Particularly if the whimsy isn’t instantly obvious till you get up close. It’s probably one of the reasons why I love novelty prints and appliqué so much. I mean, if you can’t have fun with your clothing, then why bother getting dressed at all, right?
I have been collecting vintage for as far back as I can remember. True, in the early days, it hadn’t cemented as a true passion just yet. Hours spent in the costume closet of my high school theatre made me feel a kinship to the garments I would find there. As if they too were the misfits, where a layer of dust and circumstance had rendered them forgotten pieces of fashion past.