Sunday, September 30, 2012

Classic Flava: Ode to the Girls

 Last week, 3 women I love turned the page on another year. While I already gave my Mama a shoutout, I couldn't let the other two ladies' days pass me by without a little recognition. Not only have they put up with me and all my weirdness for years but they have done it with grace and humor. I adore them to bits. 
And since I can't display their personalities on le blog in the special way I experience them in real life; I decided to create an outfit for each which reflects their style and captures a little bit of their fire. Without further ado...

The Miranda.
Sultry. Up-beat. Peppy. Colorful. Vibrant. Evocative. Trendy. Eccentric.
Cause Miranda got flava' yes she do.

The Shanin.
Classic. Cozy. Sexy. Understated. Refined. Embellished. Feminine but not overtly girly. Aesthetic. 
Cause Shanin has a classic style that suits her to a 'T' (and she's always outfitted with plenty of accesories to help keep the perma-cold girl warm).

And I must say, I would be incredibly proud to rock either outfit (though Miranda, I would look like sh*t in yours). Love you both mucho, mucho!

Here's hoping your Monday is better than my boyfriend's parallel parking ;)

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

where he come from... it's homesteads and kickin'

 All it took was 5 minutes laying on my couch after work tonight to know that the gym was not in my future: I was exhausted, the house was quiet and (drumroll please)- it was cold outside! I have been waiting for the Autumn air to fall (ba-dum-ching!) and it did tonight a little, it did, it did! So instead of Nikes (or Rollerblades); I turned off the lights, lit some candles all over my apartment and began cooking a homemade meal of baked macaroni & cheese, marinated chicken and salad. I felt super cozy and so appreciative of all that is Fall.
Which made it the perfect time to post about Summer... (not really but I'm way behind on my pictures this year sooo...)

In July, The Boy and I headed 4 hours South to Ashland, Oregon to bask in the glory of his hometown. I've known of Ashland my entire life and have visited once or twice... but, it's been a distinct pleasure dating someone who is FROM there. Because it gives me good reason to drive down the entirety of the state (Portland is 5 minutes South of Washington, Ashland is about 20 minutes North of California) and partake in its sheer beauty:




  I honestly, I think one of the main reasons I like visiting is that I get to immerse myself in some of my favorite activities: long walks, outdoor exploring, wine tasting, family dynamics and taking pictures. Not to mention some of the nicest people you'll meet. I swoon.

Happy Thursday my dears.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Mia Mamma, Mia Muse

 As a child born in the 80s, I often found myself looking to styles of yesteryear as to avoid the trends that emerged in the 90s when I was a young, impressionable girl just trying to find my own materialistic groove. While I fell head-over-heels with the worthy fashion musings of Cher on Clueless, the Spice Girls and Gwen Stefani... I often found myself rocking more traditional teenage angsty outfits during the decade: flannel shirts, blue eyeshadow, mini-backpacks (which I owned several of and must speak to their functionality!) and overalls halfway unlatched while simultaneously rocking a halfway-on backpack. Ah, enough! The 90s look was not my favorite. And though I enjoyed smelling teen spirit and forever enjoy the whole 'grab your cat under his armpits and thrust him in the air' bit we all can't help but do (which admittedly never gets old), it just wasn't enough for me to swoon in the clothes department. Fashionably speaking; I would have rather been a teen/young buck in the 60s and 70s. I think I would have reveled in the flared denim, the long, beautiful hair and the mod-chicness that defined said era.

Basically, I would have dressed more like my Mom did back then:
One of my favorite pictures of mi madre.
Um gorgeous! 

While I do not and never will have that long, healthy mane of hair to rock, I can still find styles that mimic that of all the fabulous pictures I see of my Italian Mom at the peak of her youth... such as this recreation I did in her honor:
Trousers, blouses and trench coats: oh my! 

While I have so much joy in looking back on my Mom's past and obsessing over her style, I love just as much looking forward and knowing the good that is to come. So with that: Happiest birthday to YOU today Mom- forever beautiful, selfless and cherished. Can't wait to celebrate tonight!
The birthday girl, my Mom,  Sept 6th, 2012 at my Sister's.
What decade strikes your fashion-fancy?