Friday, August 29, 2014

My Favorite Work Bag (See Jane Wear)

F21 sweater (similar), Madewell shorts (similar), J Crew heels (similar), 3.1 Phillip Lim bag,
Ray Ban aviators, Hermes bangle, Cartier watch
I've returned to work at Trunk Club and with a new baby at home, there's a LOT to lug back and forth. Between my computer, breast pump (yeah, TMI--I went there) and other various stuff, I need a large bag.  This bag, available at Nordstrom, has served me well--very well.  Yes, now my handbags need extra room for pacifiers and extra onesies alongside my wallet, keys and lipstick. Plus, it's navy and considering how much I wear that color, it's never a bad idea.



**This post is sponsored by Nordstrom.

Monday, August 25, 2014

La Nouvelle Coiffure (See Jane Wear)

JOA top (sold out but similar), Theory skirt, J Crew heels, Mansur Gavriel mini bucket bag, Saint Laurent sunglasses, Sonia Kashuk lipstick 'classic red'
My annual chop took place on Friday and whoa, did it feel great.  A blunt, shoulder-length 'do was just what the doctor ordered for my late-summer slump.  The timing was impeccable as my hair started to fall out from all those pregnancy hormones; the post-pregnancy surprises just keep on coming.


Thursday, August 21, 2014

Cut It Out (See Jane Snip)

A drastic haircut on the heels of fall is something I've been doing since I was a kid.  There are several embarrassing school photos in which I debuted my new 'do.  If you think I'd show these photos, you're wrong!  Just kidding, this one is way too hilarious to keep to myself:


Second grade was a complex year; I had to get glasses (I went for the subtlest pair) and my mom tried to make me feel better with either a makeover or pierced ears.  Suffice to say, I chickened out on the pierced ears--and isn't it obvious that I chose the makeover?

While my Laverne & Shirley 'do wasn't the most flattering, there's something to be said about starting off the school year on a new foot.  After all, you want to come back from summer vacation as an improved version of yourself (prime example above).  The past two Augusts, I've chopped off several inches of hair (2012 and 2013) and 2014 will be no exception.  Here's my inspiration below:
*images via pinterest

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Island Time (See Jane Wear)

T-bags top, J Brand jeans, Ray Ban mirrored aviators, J Crew slides (on sale!), Chanel bag
And just like that, I'm sort of back to blogging.  Thank you all for your very kind and heartfelt words about my dad passing.  I hope to immerse myself back into blogging; it's always been an outlet for me and I hope it can continue to be cathartic.  Thanks for being a part of my ever-evolving journey.


Monday, August 11, 2014

My Father, The Hero

Home with Dad, 2011
I've been dreading this post but feel it's necessary to write.  You see, I started this blog on a complete whim (back in 2010, there were little to no bloggers who deemed it a full-time career) one weekend while at my parents' house in Ohio and continued on as it provided a necessary distraction.  What did I need to be distracted from?  I had a job that required 100% travel (meaning lots of nights alone in hotel rooms) and my dad was battling a cancer that I'd never heard of prior to his diagnosis.  Yes, this blog was a wonderful distraction and also acted as a way to explore my longtime interest of fashion, online shopping and personal style.  My parents were huge supporters of my blog (sometimes my mom made blog photos the background on her computer).  My dad had always been a fervent proponent of the written word.  He was a journalist in college, kept journals off and on for most of his adult life and even wrote sonnets for family weddings.

My dad passed away last month.  It hurts to even type out the words, let alone say out loud.  His multiple myeloma became very aggressive in the past year and although it eventually overtook his body, I always thought he would recover, like he always had before.  People rarely use the term "suddenly" when describing a loss from cancer, but to me it was.  His decline was fast and watching it all unfold was easily the worst month of my life.  I wouldn't wish the anguish I feel upon anyone; it's truly the worst feeling in the world knowing that I can never give him a hug or call him again.  Most people describe their loved ones in superlatives, but I believe at my core that my dad was the smartest, funniest and most witty person I'd ever known and ever will know.

I sob at the thought that he won't get to see me grow up (because who is truly grown up at 29?) and more so that he won't know Harry or my future children.  It still hasn't hit me he won't pick up the phone when I call for advice.  When I arrive to my parents' house late at night after driving the four-hour trip from Chicago to Ohio, I'll never hear his melodic voice echo in the hallway when he says, "hi hun" before he even sees my face.  I'll never hear him tune his guitar in the living room as he sings quietly while strumming a Beatles song.  I'll have to settle with videos and saved voicemails from him, which he always left, along with a witty quip or recent observation.

My little Harry has very blue eyes and although most babies do at birth, it's odd that his have remained when Eric and I both have brown eyes.  When I spoke to my dad on his birthday two months ago (Flag Day/June 14), I told him, "you know, Harry still has his blue eyes and they just keep getting bluer."  He replied, "well wouldn't that be a nice tribute."  I'll never stop paying tribute to you, Dad...that I promise.

My dad, always the coolest guy in the room, in the early 70s
My handsome dad and me in Florida, 1985