Valentines Day is next Tuesday, and whether you’ll be spending it across the table from someone special or curled up on your couch with a full glass of wine in one hand and a piece of pizza in the other (cough me cough), you still need something to wear.
You get out of work later than usual which puts you in a funk because your best friend is visiting. Getting home late will throw off all of your plans. You impatiently wait for the one train to take you uptown. The sign reads 4 min away, but you wait for over ten. By this time, the number of people waiting for the train has increased exponentially, and everyone is forced to squeeze on when it finally decides to arrive.
Despite it being early February, most people ignore the extra space each puffy coat takes up and pack sardine style into each subway car. You resent each new passenger boarding, your new enemies, imagining them taking pleasure in surrounding you as tight as possible. “Can’t they wait for the next one?” you wonder. You clearly can’t do that because you have important things to do. Obviously.
For those of you that know me, you know my hair.
For those of you that don’t, let me fill you in. My hair is long, frizzy, and HUGE. I did not inherit the same enviable thickness of my mother’s, but I can still somehow leave clumps of strands everywhere without going completely bald.
For those of you reading, yes I am aware that today is January 11 and not January 1, so I am a little behind on this whole resolution idea, but hey, better late than never right?
In the spirit of the new year, like everyone else, thoughts about self improvement fill my head. Will this be the year that I finally learn how to code? Get in a consistent work out routine? Stop eating a bowl of Lucky Charms for dinner?
The winter season often gets a bad rap. It’s freezing, fallen snow means limited footwear options, and skin tones get increasingly lighter. This often makes finding the perfect outfit for a winter wedding close to impossible. Everyone is tired of the the boring little black dress and pair of tights.
The Gatsby Wedding
Instead of throwing on your old LBD, search your closet for some color. Jewel tones are flattering on almost every skin type and save you from looking like every other guest at the wedding. Adding lengths gives a touch of formality, but its simple shape and material allow the same easy air as your go to summer dress.
Important side note: shoes are always always important.
The Christmas season is upon us, and with that, giving season is upon us. This year, let’s aim to get the people we care about things that they would actually like.
For the One Who Pretends to do Yoga
We all know that girl who loves fitness but also loves to shove a doughnut in her face, though, you wouldn’t see that on her Instagram. Her fitness closet rivals that of Khloé Kardashian, and she is your go to contact for the latest juice cleanse. This year get her something that inspires her to actually learn the yoga moves that she always posts about.
It has been said “the best part of living in a place like Manhattan is leaving it.” Whoever said that must have been a transplant. With all the things that make this city great, for those that didn’t grow up here, and sometimes even for those that did, it can be all too easy to find reasons why one would want to leave. It’s crowded, it smells, it’s expensive, people you don’t know yell at you sometimes. Just to name a few.
But even these aren’t the best reasons for getting out of the city. The greatest and strangest realization about leaving New York is recognizing the rest of the world functions just fine without it.
After spending some time amongst the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple, New York has a way of creeping into your mind as the center of the universe. Imagining this attitude is much easier when you remember Beyonce lives here. Everything happens here. Everyone lives here.
I moved to NYC a little over a month ago with two suitcases, no job, and an empty apartment waiting for me. My Uber driver dropped me off in front of my Upper West Side apartment and helped me unload my bags. After struggling to get my large suitcases out of the trunk, he joked about how I had packed gold bricks. Looking at the price of my uber, I not so jokingly wished I had.
Ascending the steps to my two floor walk up (always count your blessings), suitcases in hand, I wondered, what could I have packed that is this heavy? Is it possible I unknowingly snuck some gold bricks into my suitcase for good measure?
To my lovely Culottes,
No one ever gives culottes enough credit. Though we haven’t been together long, I grown so close to you. It is almost like you are apart of me.
Regardless of how I am feeling that day, dressy or casual, you are always there for me, ensuring that I do not leave the house looking like a total mess.
My mother’s favorite color is orange. I never liked it. She always used to say orange was a deceptive neutral.
“You can wear orange with anything. It matches every color.”
Orange is also my little brother’s favorite color. Because of David’s neurological diversity, a favorite color is more than the color you choose to paint your walls. A favorite anything is an admission of understanding amidst a world that almost never makes sense.