Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring. Show all posts
White Picket Fence
(Not so) Plain and Simple
It's been a long day. My eyes are going fuzzy as I write this, so if I happen to misspell a few words, fourgiv me.
Today I realized something: I have no idea what to do with a pretty dress. Give me an old, tossed aside skirt from the 80's and 15 minutes, I'll give you an outfit. Give me a pretty dress that doesn't even need a belt and I'm dumbfounded. As a blogger I lean more on over-styling outfits than under-styling. Most of the time this works, but today it just didn't. I had cardigans, jackets, scarves, jewelry all over the place -- trying to find the perfect way to wear this dress. (Cookies were also involved, but not as a part of the outfit.) Then it hit me -- stop fighting the pretty dress, Kendi. Wear some heels, pearls and get on with your day.
Once I stopped talking to myself in third person, I realized I was right. I always give myself the best advice.
False Alarm
Red, White & New
Mayberry
Cute little street in town, I'd like you to meet my blog. I don't talk much about where I live unless it's to complain about it's lack of young people or not-so-fashion forward culture. But after living here for 3 years, I have to say that it's not so bad. The only traffic is at 5 pm when everyone gets off work which clears out by 5:15 pm. If one place is busy on a Friday night, you can just go to the other place. If we had kids, I'd never worry about them playing outside or going to the park alone. And if I wanted to whip out my roller blades every once in a while, no one would look at me like I was crazy. For most people we're still in the 90s, so roller blades are still cool. That or they'd think that I invented them.
But besides that, I found this Kate Spade purse for $4 at the thrift store the other day. It's probably 10 years old and there's a few scratches on it, but the fact that this purse was marked $4 and a pleather purse from Wal-Mart was marked $5 sitting right next to it reminds me that this town isn't so bad after all. One man's trash, is another girl's Kate Spade.
Creamsicle
If you were wondering where I get my outfit inspirations from, mainly the things around me. You know, art, culture, the people I meet in life. Important influences like that. For instance, this outfit was inspired by this:
What? I'm hungry and it's grocery store day. Tomorrow I'm going to dress up as a turkey leg. Just you wait.
Is this vintage or just old?
Stolen
Excuse the surprised/lost look in the first photo. Sometimes I forget where I am, why I'm posing in a parking garage and who that strange man with a camera is. Then the strange man sits down with me for an hour and explains what a "style blog" is to me and I'm okay again. This was before that conversation, so you'll have to forgive me. Also, the strange man in my husband. He's actually really nice.
I straight up stole this outfit idea from Taylor Sterling. Honestly, she didn't even put up a fight. Even more honesty -- she doesn't even know that I stole it. That's how smooth I am at internet piracy.
Small Town Saturday Night
Last night I got all gussied up to go out on a date, but we couldn't figure out what to do. I'm afraid that we've run out of places to go in our town. I literally was all dressed up and had absolutely nowhere to go. It's funny, when I was younger I imagined my twenty-something self living as a single girl in the city. Going out with my 3 best friends -- Samantha, Miranda, Charlotte-- and living a glamourous city girl life. My life might be the polar opposite of that now. I dress up to go get chinese take-out.
But if I think about it for long, it doesn't bother me that I dress up to go eat chinese food with my husband. That my life was never made into a TV series, a good movie (and then a really bad one). That my 3 best friends aren't named Samantha, Miranda or Charlotte. Or that somedays, normally the best days, I have nowhere to go. It hasn't stopped me from getting dressed yet.
Or calling myself Carrie from time to time.
Roadie
We took a road trip yesterday to go to my dad's retirement party. So naturally I would wear soft clothes, adult p.j.'s if you will. But if I figure that if I shower, add a belt and some heels, I shall call this an outfit.
Since we were out of town I've been away from my beloved internet for a few days. After recovering from withdrawal shakes, I've realized one thing: I am addicted to the internet. Two days without it and I feel like I've been gone a year. Life without wi-fi is no life at all.
By the way, it's nice to see all of you again. You haven't changed one bit.
