Honestly, the past few weeks have been a doozy. Sometimes, the best thing to do in response to opposition – whether it be the unpredictable forces of life, a colleague that disappoints you, the checklist that grows by five every time you cross off two – is to just GSD. Get stuff done.
Take that moment to cry because sometimes the world isn’t fair in people’s lives. Momentarily furrow your brow, then let it melt away. Sigh in frustration, but then take a deep breath in and fill your reserves once more. And then, press on.
“Opportunity is missed by most people because it’s dressed in overalls and looks like work.”
Well, Edison, I’ll take my overalls as a striped shift dress with a side of coffee and at-my-desk puppy snuggles. And I’m equally unafraid of trying over 1,600 times to get it right. #getitgirl
My husband and I are nearing five years together, and between that and applying for a rental house we really adore (fingers extra-crossed), we had a lot to almost-celebrate. So we almost made reservations, and instead ended up at the chef’s bar at Scratch in Mountain View. Dinner and drinks were delicious and it was just the date night we needed.
Since I work in luxury real estate marketing and business development on the San Francisco Peninsula, the fact that this market is incredibly robust makes what I do even more exciting. On the flip side, as a participant in the salmon run of renters fighting the current to move upstream, it can get frustrating. Hashtag love-hate relationship. I have a lot of hope riding on this story ending well!
Adding a splash of pink to this drizzly day was just what the gray weather needed. The ballerina theme continued with my high bun, now my go-to hairstyle for rain. With a few spritzes of my new favorite hairspray, I was good to go. Switching to cruelty-free beauty products has been quite the project, and I am excited to share a roundup of my finds soon!
We took these photos before last week’s sad events. Sometimes, blogging about personal style can feel very vain, but I hope that by sharing a piece of myself and the ways I strive to live responsibly will both inspire others – and me – to do more. Life has definitely not just moved on for David and me, and I am not sure how, exactly, it will. I am so happy to have my boo by my side and am very grateful for the support we have received. Being silly together, crying together, being together: that is how we will heal.
I immediately went on the hunt, scouring every level of the store. I finally found that same pair – but alas, they were far too short on me. Then that luck finally hit. Hiding behind a jacket, I saw some jeans that looked both long enough and not-too-destroyed. Gold had been struck!
My perfect boyfriend jean is actually a boy jean. I can’t stop wearing them! They’re not so loose that they fall down or catch when I’m walking, and they also still look good with a top that has a little volume. I think I’m going to buy them in every color.
It finally feels like spring-like in northern California, and while I am excited for the warmer weather to come, I know how badly we need the rain and subsequently overcast days. In the meantime, layering warmer pieces over things like these amazing, high-waist, side-zip skinny jeans is my M.O. Normally, I would have worn these with a tall pair of heels, but my favorites suddenly gave me blisters over the weekend so I stuck with comfy flats!
We have a couple big things on our plate right now that I am very much looking forward to wrapping: figuring out taxes (#selfemploymentstressors) and house hunting. Competition for rentals in the neighborhoods we like can be so intense that landlords often don’t even return calls or emails the first day a listing goes live – it’s already rented. I’m considering wearing braids every day so I have something crossed for good luck at all times.
Finding the right balance in life is always tough. Perhaps what I actually mean to say is that organizing one’s priorities in a sustainable way is always tough. My absolutes: Family is always first. Providing for them is second. Now I’m working out the details of fitting in things that are more “for me”: blogging, exercising, watching Scandal, painting, saving items to my ASOS cart, spending an hour on the phone with Cara talking about everything and nothing, daydreaming about owning a home and redoing the kitchen and master suite, etc. You know, the uzhe.
Scheduling my days and falling into routines has made a huge difference. Now I have enough space in my life to filter in more of the art of living.
Wearing winter whites feels like a sweet little reminder that warmer days are just around the corner. No fashion rules allowed. Wear white whenever.
The night before, I was thankfully wearing all-black PJs when I decided on a whim to pull out my canvases and sketch papers. Acrylics and charcoals are mess-y. I had almost forgotten how good it feels to create art. It’s like simultaneously illuminating a warm glow in my soul and putting a piece of it onto a canvas. It’s a beautiful phenomenon, regardless of how much I like the pieces I make.
One rule I am making: make more time for art, and no wearing white then.
California winters are the only way I can handle the treacherous season that is winter anymore. Polar vortex, ugh, no. I’ve been spoiled by this amazing state and there is no turning back. After three years here, I am enamored, through and through.
This year, I have gravitated towards adding classic pieces (with a twist) to my wardrobe. A fluffy mini and oversize turtleneck is the perfect example of this. Serious staples with a touch of whimsy.
Ok, you caught me. I just really wanted to write “whimsy.” It’s been a seriously long week. Happy Friday, #getitgirl.