I would have posted this sooner, but it’s taken me some time to gather my thoughts after the tragedy in Vegas. When I was single (or just prior to starting a family), things like this would happen in the world, your mind tells you how horrible it is, and you react like any compassionate person would. But it’s like the minute you have a baby, you no longer think with your head. In fact, it’s as if all of the world’s emotions get sucked into your heart and BAM – you’re a mom. You no longer just fear for yourself, you fear for these innocent little people who you created, and your mission in life is to protect that innocence for all it’s worth. But the duality is that you still have that logical pre-mommy side of your brain telling you that it’s impossible. That they will get to an age where they will become aware of the bad things that happen around them, outside of this parental bubble you’ve created, and you come to grips that this “age of innocence” is over. You accept your job as parents to raise them to be good people who fight for what’s right. Period.
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.
Last week, Pantone announced the color of the year for 2015 – Chicken Marsala. Wait, no…just Marsala. Sorry, I have food on the brain; those five bites of pasta I snuck in between shoveling the rest in Garrett’s mouth and dodging shots flung from his spoon didn’t make for much of a dinner. Let’s try that again – hold your applause please…”Marsala” is Pantone’s Color of the Year. Yes!!!!!!
Now I’m all for a good marketing pun, but let’s call it what it is – it’s burgundy, people. The same way that 2014’s Radiant Orchid was just a fancy way of saying “wear purple, it’s cool now.” What’s more, it’s actually an excuse to dig out all my old Oxblood pieces that I bought when that was the “it” color 2 years ago – no complaints here.
For me, fall fashion is as good as it gets, and October is like the green light to whip out the sweaters and dust off the boots. It also signals the countdown to my birthday and the inevitable “fall back” time change. So to kick things off, I always make sure to invest in versatile wardrobe pieces that can easily be mix and matched and worn for at least a few more seasons.
This fall, I’m all about the oversized knits and leather leggings paired with caged heels (perfectly styled here), or the currently coveted slip on sneaker. Luckily, I was able to find the most perfect pair of imitation leather leggings and two-tone gray sweatshirt at H&M that I will be living in for the next 4 months. I also spotted the most chic gray jersey knit dress, with just the right stretch and length to flatter nearly every figure. I could just picture it going oh-so-perfectly with my All Saints ankle boots and leather moto jacket, as styled here.
If you would have told me just a year ago that going to see a movie on a school night would be the highlight of my week – I would have slapped you silly. Fast forward a year and I am here to tell you that after 10 years of being with my husband and 1 baby down – as cliché as it sounds, movie night is like gold when it comes to date night outings. I don’t know if it’s the perfectly buttered popcorn as it wafts out the theatre doors, or the oh-so-soft-to-the-touch velvety plush chairs that make you forget all about the fact that you just dropped $60 bucks on Milk Duds and a Coke (seriously what happened to the gold ole days?) Not to mention, that could have paid for those slip on sneakers at Nordstrom that I suddenly can’t live without, but I digress.
Ladies who lunch took on a whole new meaning as I attended the Spring Affaire event this past Saturday hosted by the Assistance League of Los Angeles. The luncheon was held at the Four Seasons in Beverly Hills and benefit Operation School Bell, a charity dedicated to “dressing children for school success” – now that’s a mission I can get behind.
Working for Los Angeles magazine definitely has its perks. We not only produce some of the best events around L.A., but every now and then you get the opportunity to attend events where you show up not knowing what to expect and you leave pleasantly surprised. I only wish there were more events like this one, that celebrate the amazing accomplishments of the awe-inspiring women who make up this wonderful city of ours.
That is the question I have been asking myself ever since the crop top made a resurgence from its resting grounds, the early 90s. Needless to say, it brought back some interesting fashion memories of my early teen self. In fact, I can still hear my dad saying to “turn right back around and put something on that covers up more than your pinky finger”.
In SoCal a summer Friday = beach day, plain and simple. So Grant and I packed up the beach bag, took the top off the jeep, and set our sights on Santa Monica.
Inspired by our local beach volleyball Olympians, Grant put on his best Rosenthal face and I channeled my personal hero Misty May-Treanor for some casual peppering in the sand. After we had officially worn ourselves out, we made our way over to try and snag the best spot on the beach. In case you’re wondering how this is accomplished, the formula is simple – no loud families or seagull lovers…you know who you are.
This past Memorial Day weekend was our 3 year wedding anniversary – but before we could sail down the 5 to San Diego (little joke for anyone who’s taken the 5 on a holiday weekend, or any day of the week for that matter heading south)…I had to tackle what to wear to a day meeting and event at night for the magazine.
In these situations, it’s like a mini style challenge – how to put together an outfit to take you from day to night? Fortunately I had just found an off-white blazer that I’d had feelers out for over the past few weeks, and decided this season’s black and white trend would do the trick.
Blazer: Anat B. Beverly Hills boutique (comes in multiple colors). Pants: Calvin Klein. Blouse: Old Navy (this chiffon top would also be cute). Sandals: Halogen (love these Zara versions here and here). Jewelry: Jewelmint ring, Michael Kors watch, Ron Herman studded bracelet
Needless to say, Grant and I couldn’t help ourselves from quoting Anchorman all the way to San Diego – our favorite being Ron Burgundy’s infamous made up meaning of San Diego, as that of a particular “body part” of a female ocean mammal…Here are just a few photos from our last day spent on the beautiful Coronado Island.
you stay classy San Diego
One for the Road
After dipping my toes in the neon fashion trend by collecting a few key accessories – I made a bold move last week when I dared to buy my first fluorescent yellow top (or as the sartorial set say “chartreuse”).
As I often do when I buy a new piece of clothing, I hung it up nicely in my closet, paired with the blazer I envisioned wearing it with – and then just waited. Every morning I’d see it poised there up against all my other tame and orderly garments, as if daring me to wear it.
So I’ve conjured up a mix of mild, medium, and bold neon looks for the faint of heart…including said yellow top.