When welcoming any new season, I tend to get a bit squirrely with my wardrobe. There’s never a shortage of voices announcing the latest must-have ankle boot or toting this fall’s newest cut of denim. For an unapologetic lover of getting dressed, there’s always the temptation to upgrade.
The dog days are here. Yesterday, I passed a trio of towheads sitting cross-legged on a grassy front lawn, electric blue popsicles dripping down their chin, elbows, knees. Bikes piled haphazardly in the driveway, garden sprinkler a flurry.
This post is brought to you by my own personal amusement, and also by the current controversy surrounding a topic that, despite the fact that it cannot adequately be described as even remotely controversial, not by any stretch, is still dividing women as if it were the Red Sea, or Marcia Brady’s side part. —
Every year on my birthday, I wear a mildly inappropriate dress (inappropriate in terms of the occasion of celebration, i.e. “overdressed,” and not inappropriate in terms of NSFW documentation – glad we cleared this up). There was the year – my sophomore year in college – when I wore that floral silk number to Math
Our favorite graphic tees this summer!
My eyes boast 20/20 vision, but my brain is another story entirely. I’ve always had a tricky time adjusting my perspective to see what’s just beyond my small, narrow frame and instead, I scan the picture as quickly as I can in search of a detail that I can grasp. Any detail. And many times,
One of my favorite aspects of styling is researching the many lookbooks that exist, searching for visual inspiration that might begin to tell a greater story about one’s work and passion. There are lookbooks that harken back to an era long ago, others that set trends for years to come. And then, if you’re Lesia
I’ve never been in a more minimal phase in my life than I am right now. My storage bins are full of pattern-filled, colorful items that haven’t been worn in years (pre-Bee days, perhaps?), replaced by a few basic textured pieces in blush, black, white and gray. My beauty drawer contains roughly three items and