This past week I found myself turning to Pinterest more often than usual grasping for a little style inspiration. You might recall from our recent moving debacle, that somewhere in West LA a woman (or man for that matter) is walking around wearing half my wardrobe. Hence, I’m having to come up with more creative ways to make what clothes I have left work overtime. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – Pinterest is your friend. I personally find it to be the best place to get a quick dose of fashion inspo, and the best part is that I can do it at night after I put the little guy down and have all my new outfit ideas ready to reference the next morning. Bazinga.
Waiting for fall to come in Texas is like waiting for cherry blossom season, and then it’s gone before you know it. I’ve never let it cramp my style though. Granted, I definitely miss my LA “seasons,” which essentially allowed me to dress like it was fall year round (le sigh). But alas, I vow to prepare for fall like a medieval knight going into battle. The easiest way, if you live in a warmer climate like we do now, is to start transitioning your wardrobe with a few key accessories.
To say that Vancouver-based apparel brand Kit and Ace has made an impact in the U.S. is a huge understatement. With the recent opening of its Venice store, the company has set its sights on rounding out 2015 with a total of 50 new store openings and a lofty 30 more planned for 2016.
What do you say when one of your favorite shopping sites, Farfetch, challenges you to a “style-off”? Game on.
I mean how much easier can it get – they have more than 300 visionary fashion boutiques making up over 1,000 labels all in one place. My only real problem was choosing just one look that I deemed the perfect party outfit for the holidays. I don’t know about you, but I can’t seem to go anywhere without seeing a new fashion trend right now. From new age fringe to the old faithful sequins – my head was virtually spinning trying to narrow down my choices. But like any good stylist (or anyone else who’s rocked the day-long marathon power shopping trip where you go for one dang thing and end up with nothing), I simply went back to the basics.
Is it just me or did the month of October march by like ants on an ant hill, or incidentally like the ants that swarmed my feet during this shoot (no seriously, I almost freaked). I don’t know if it’s just because I share my birthday month with my son now (yes, I get a whole month, don’t you?), or if fall in LA is like a glitch in the system. You see it happen, but it doesn’t last long enough to actually believe it happened.
Sign #1 that you are in desperate need of a date night: You catch yourselves referring to each other in the third person as “mom” and “dad” on more than one occasion. Yah, not cool man, not cool. So for a night, Grant and I got to leave our alter egos at home, in exchange for an intimate dinner event thrown by Los Angeles magazine at the Malibu Café at Calamigos Ranch (doesn’t that just roll off the tongue?).
A year ago this April marked the one year anniversary of my other, slightly less demanding and not nearly as cute baby – my blog. Oddly enough, it took having a baby to get the courage to launch my own blog, as if I needed one more thing to tackle. I had just returned to work full-time, was still nursing a 6 month old baby through the night, and figured – “Hey, I’m up at 1am anyway, might as well write.” As crazy as it sounds, looking back at this year, I am so glad I did it. Becoming a mom truly does change the whole life game – it’s as if everything before now was just rehearsal for my “real life” to start. Everything I thought I knew about myself and what I wanted for my future, was turned upside down and inside out. Starting this blog awakened my true love for writing, something I always had a passion for growing up and somehow had pushed aside along the way. It also has given me a creative outlet I so desperately needed, not only to pursue my personal styling, but it served as a way for me to express myself in ways that are so crucial when deciphering your life as a new mom.
I spy with my little eye…espadrilles, espadrilles, and more espadrilles. I’ve honestly never been a huge fan of the espadrille sandal. I think the last time I owned a pair was in the 90s, and I was pretty content to leave them there – but that was before “The Great Espadrille Takeover of 2015.” I mean seriously, it’s everywhere (amirite?). Now, I’m not one to jump on just any bandwagon trend, especially when it comes to my shoes – but you can’t deny the cuteness factor of the new wave of espadrilles. Flats, this is.
Coming off the heels of Paris Fashion Week, I thought it would be apropos to finally pay some homage to French fashion. I can’t really pinpoint exactly when I started to admire French style, but there truly is something undeniably classy about the way their women dress and carry themselves. Being a first generation Italian-American, with a father who had some very serious Sicilian roots – I was lucky enough to have grown up traveling Europe, visiting family in southern Italy and Sicily. Because my parents both had a deep love affair with Paris, we always flew Air France to squeeze in a stop over on our travels to Italy. Truth be told, they just had the genius to realize French airplane food is better than whatever those other airlines call that stuff (I’m going with “goulash”).
Everyone’s heard the saying “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.” I for one, have played that over and over again in my head ever since I was a young girl first exploring my sense of style – wondering how guilty I should feel going and buying that shirt or shoes that I spotted on a (seemingly much cooler) girl at school.
Fast forward 20 years, and I still do it today. The difference is, with the widespread popularity of style bloggers and fashion-centric social media sites (I’m looking at you, Pinterest), it’s far more socially acceptable. In fact, it’s customary and down-right necessary to turn to those whose style you admire as a way to even make it out of your closet in the morning. So alas my friends, I have learned to embrace the notion of imitation as a form of flattery, and I am here to tell you – it’s ok, don’t beat yourself up. We all do it.