Working Girl

 {Shirt, Pants, Similar Necklace, Heels} Being at the store 6 days a week, means I pretty much dress up every day. Saturdays are no exception. The thing is I'm usually running about an hour behind on Saturdays and we never get photos. But today the stars aligned. I woke up early, birds drew open the curatins for me, I picked out what I was going to wear, and we got outfit photos. Not quite a miracle, but pretty impressive for a Saturday.
Happy Weekend, my friends.

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Moving Day!

And I'm off! The U-Haul truck is loaded and all of our belongings are in-tow. Since no one (and I do mean no one) wants to see me in moving day attire, I'll spare you guys a post until Monday. Till then, look cute for me won't you? 

{Image via Ruche's lookbook}

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This Outfit Didn't Happen

My husband is at a conference this week and I'm visiting my parents until Wednesday. I'm without a camera, so basically I'm not wearing clothes. (My theory: If I don't post an outfit, it didn't happen.)

So I thought, what kind of post can I make without clothes, a camera and my husband's magic touch? It took me about twenty minutes to realize that I have no idea. I thought about sketching my outfits for you but it ended up looking like this:

I'm wearing skinny jeans and a cardigan, if you can't tell. So since I'm not a sketch artist, I went back through my photo archives, searching for something to post. And it happened. I came upon an outfit that never was. We had taken the photos right before the last 30 for 30. And for some (most likely silly) reason that I can't remember, I never posted this outfit. 

Although seldom, there are a few times when I don't post an outfit for any number of reasons. Maybe I don't like the outfit (forgivable), or I think that I could have done better (meh), or maybe it's a week before my period and I hate the world in general. (Yep. I just admitted that on the internet.) But more than anything, it's out of fear. Fear of not wearing the most perfect blogger outfit ever. Fear that you might think I'm not a super adorable person at all hours of the day, every day. Gag me. I'm done with feeling sorry for my imperfect self. (Remember my NY resolution, anyone?) And while I can't promise that every outfit will get photographed, I can promise that I will post my outfits that do. Perfect or not. (99.9% will not be perfect, just fair warning.)

Now I'm off to paint. I've got another masterpiece to work up.

(PS -- New outfit on Wednesday. I pinky promise.)

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a birthday, frame by frame

Thank you for all of the birthday wishes! Along with your sweet wishes, I got a blog post, new shirt and a new pair of boots from the mister. I am a spoiled rotten brat. If this next year resembles anything like yesterday, twenty six will be a good year.

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Kendi and The Giant Suitcase

I apologize for the lack of posts over the past few weeks. I have been a traveling machine. In less than two weeks I went from one coast to the other and while racking up my frequent flyer miles, I have come to a realization. I, Kendi Lea Everyday, am a terrible packer.

This week I'm in Orlando for a marketing convention. That's an easy task, right? Wrong. The minute I pull out my suitcase I immediately forget how to dress well. It's like a vacuum that sucks out all creativity and originality and all I end up with are tops and bottoms. It's literally like I closed my eyes pulled out 5 tops and 5 bottoms and threw them into my suitcase. Case in point:

Sure I look fine for a convention. A little wrinkly but cute enough, right? But that's not the point. This outfit is just not me. I would have never gone into my closet and put this outfit on. This feels like the "first year out of college Kendi" who relied on pencil skirts and cardigans to cover up a body she wasn't comfortable with yet. Honestly, I just feel bored. This is what packing 41 lbs of my life into a suitcase results in: complete boredom. (At least a cute belt got thrown in.)

Yes, I've always had this problem, if you were wondering. I've never been able to pack well. Even when I say to myself "I'm going to pack well" it doesn't happen. Just like you can't think yourself thin, I can't think myself into packing well. I look in my suitcase and feel like someone else packed for me. Someone I don't know and someone who certainly doesn't know me. And someone who didn't know that Florida had sun and beaches and that packing a pair of shorts would have been a very appropriate choice as would have a dress and a pair of flip-flops. Who is this girl who packed for me? She needs to be fired.

All that to say, I'll be back on Friday with an outfit post. Till then I'll be sitting out by the pool in a pair of jeans and a sweater.

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