I rediscovered this skirt video I created last year and was so inspired to wear this skirt all week.
Challenge your wardrobe boo-boos. I dare you not to spend a dime and bet you could do so much with just one piece.
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I’m officially brain dead. Currently, on the plane back to New York City and all I want is a box of cold medicine and my bed. Fully exhausted from such a fun trip to Los Angeles. I celebrated the CDGA’s with a client and literally laughed alongside my homegirl Anne and my gal pals Kristen and Maya and of course, this dollface. And this is what I wore. (I don’t own gowns, I keep it trendy. Sike.)
When was the last time you went to a restaurant, bar, lounge, cocktail hour or the bathroom without taking out your phone? Connectivity has been our social promise. I can’t tell the last time I left my phone at my house or in my desk. My phone is situationally glued in my hand. God forbid I miss a text, a tweet or an Instagram comment. I know so many of you can relate.
Dating with the social meter running has become an issue. Intimacy is gone due to ‘gramming the dish you’re about to consume or the beautiful skyline while talking a walk after dinner. There have been too many times I’ve been out and witnessed the incontrollable grab for the phone. Dates with both phones on the table, girlfriends gabbing it up… on their cellulars. What happened to real conversation?
I think our generation has lost what it means to be emotionally connected. It seems there isn’t such a thing. And we complain about the depths of our relationships and friendships. We truly don’t even have the right. Now, granted, my career survives because of social media. I could never not be attached to my phone but I found on the last date I had that if I, for a moment, grabbed for my phone, I’d pretty much ruin the moment. And guess what? I didn’t miss anything that was that important anyway. The world of social survived a few hours (and then some).
What would happen if you disconnected for a few hours? For a day? I have this conversation with a multitude of friends who don’t even bother with social. They don’t tweet, hardly log in to Facebook and don’t even know what Vine is (I know right?). And some, they can’t live without it. But do you think you’d miss anything that important? Do you think it’s just a part of our generation and what we’re so used to, it’s just too hard to quit?
I wonder what would happen if all these social media kings and queens were to stop. Would our own personal quality of life improve? I dare you to put it to the test.
I never thought I’d turn into a tomboy. In fact, I thought I’d be a girly princess for the rest of life. It’s strange what happens when you move to a different city, a different state. The quality of life changes when you move and so does your wardrobe and how you function. Long are the days of frills and tight. I live for baggy, mens style. I can’t wait for the day where I have a BF, strictly to raid his closet. All I want to wear are baggy tees, mens scarves (have you noticed they are significantly better than ours?) and mens jeans. It’s rare I break out a heel, unless it’s a day like today. I have more low-heel boots than I ever did living in SF. I suppose that’s because of walking. But also, I’ve learned to be more aware. Breaking out a 5-inch heel with a 2-inch platform just looks rather ridiculous walking into a professional office seating and/or for all eternity it looks ridiculous.
I actually just went through my entire closet and got rid of the hilarious shit I owned like the Jessica Simpson Dany platforms. Yeah, I know you know the ones. I got rid of the vintage-but-my-grandkids-will-never-appreciate pieces and the hats with no purpose like a straw and felt fedora. Yes, that happened. I think I’ve learned from living in New York to be more practical, to have a wardrobe that’s far more versatile than OUTRAGEOUS. And if you go back far enough on the blog, you’ll see what I mean. So I’ve got New York to thank for the man in me. Hello testosterone. Whoa, this post could be taken in such the wrong way. Ha.