:: Camo-flor-age ::

“Florals for spring. Groundbreaking.”

Perhaps florals for spring are nothing new, but surely peony-printed pants are ready for their moment. I think this is a hilarious play on words, T, however, thinks it is miserable. Writing, much like style, cannot exist with a “one size fits all” mentality though!

Which is also why you will have to forgive me for the less than verbose post today. It’s late and I have been working pretty wild hours, so – goodnight!

Here’s hoping your Monday is warmer and drier than ours here in Dallas – looks a bit different from this clear, blue day!

Top // J. Crew

Pants // Vera Wang for Kohls

Booties // Sole Society

Necklace // J. Crew

Bracelet // Tory Burch FitBit

Bag // Nordstrom

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:: Lillygeddon ::

Lilly Pulitzer said “Palm Beach is a state of mind,” but that was the furthest state of mind in Dallas when Pink Sunday launched.

On Sunday morning I arose in a flash, threw on my clothes and forewent make-up. Yes, this was an event unlike any other. For it was Lilly Pulitzer for Target, and I had prepared, studied, and stalked like a tribute at the Hunger Games.

After an epic fail on the internet (from my understanding – shoppers hacked the mobile site and there was a frenzy when the Target desktop site crashed, but several shoppers were lucky enough to snag a few pieces via Twitter links online – I was not one of the fortunate few), I opted to head 20 minutes north to the nearest, largest Super Target and try my hand at what appeared to be the most epic shopping event since Tickle Me Elmo went on sale during Black Friday.

Upon doing my research (aka learning everything I could from friends who work for Target and calling every store in a 15 mile radius), I settled on the Super Target in Plano. I knew that staying in the Uptown/SMU neighborhood could prove to be fatal. Being a former sorority president, I did not want to face sorority girls younger, stronger, and more Lilly-hungry than myself.

I arrived at Target around 7:25 am and immediately breathed a sigh of relief – I was the only one! YES! I chose wisely!

And then I realized that I was parked outside the pharmacy entrance, and 30ish women were already stationed outside the other doors. Great.

I saddled up in line, and shockingly, made a few friends. Another line began forming outside the Pharmacy section (women who still had on Juicy jogging suits – while I obviously love those, I reserve them for special occasions only a la backstage at a pageant or at my home on a weekend). Luckily, one of my new buds worked at another Target, and had friends at this location, and we were told that only one door would be opening and it was ours. YES! By 8:00 am, more than 50 people (husbands of crazed wives included, and provided specific instructions) were lined up outside the door.

After making a few more friends (with honeymoon suggestions!), we began moving into the war zone in a single-file line. Perhaps some women were too embarrassed, but there was a combination of a lot of quick walking, jogging, and for myself, a full on sprint towards the colorful, well-priced summer clothing.

I knew coming in to the store that if I left with nothing else, I needed the Nosie Posie maxi dress. Upon dashing to the women’s section (everything was divided up) I immediately spotted the maxi and scored the last small, grabbed a hat I wanted, and snagged a 7 in the pineapple sandals. I Didn’t even know I wanted those but so glad I got them! If you had looked up, you would have seen brightly colored patterns flying around you as everyone was doing 100 meter sprints from one section to the next.

I wanted a pair of the palazzo pants, but was letting fate decide for me, and fate said I needed the green and white pair – the last XS on the shelf. No time to decide if you loved it or not, you could choose later. I headed back to the housewares section and scooped up a white and gold tasselled beach blanket. The plates and hammocks were adorable, but I am working on our registry right now and just knew that there was not room in my home (to share with a boy) for them.

As my hands were full (I didn’t even have time for a bag, so my arms were overflowing), I sat down to go through the spoils of war. I had snagged a shift dress along the way (literally found it in the floor as I ran to housewares), and was offering it up to anyone who wanted it. You would have thought I had brought filet mignon to the dog park. Women began shouting and screaming and I threw it to the first woman. She was very kind and said thank you, tacking on how nice I was at the end. Had I been at a Target in Oklahoma, I’d bet 60% of the store would have been equally as kind (not accounting for the nuts – every state/city has its own batch of crazy).

I wandered back through the beauty section, but nothing more than a few hair ties, bobby pins and nail polishes were left. Knowing my Essie collection is already just that – a collection – I kept going. The only things I missed out on were the navy eyelet cover-up and a head scarf of any print. I noticed a woman in the back of the store going through her loot and she didn’t even know what she had grabbed – including two headscarves. I told her what they were and she didn’t seem to care. Bummer.

As I headed to check out at 8:20 am (yes – it happened that fast, in fact, I think shelves were cleared by 8:06 if I’m being honest), women roamed like zombies and the souls had nearly left their eyes. Many kept muttering “that was the craziest thing I have ever seen.” But, they must not have done pageants or dance competitions, so I was pretty dumbfounded at THAT being crazier than the Black Friday sales I have only imagined. I heard a few stories about shoppers dumping whole racks into their bags, but honestly I saw none of that. I was on such a mission that I saw no one and nothing.

I haven’t been that focused on something since I caught the bouquet at a cousin’s wedding in 5th grade, falsely fostering hope that I could be an incredible point guard. Priorities, people.

I left the store feeling so accomplished and exceptionally proud of my purchases. I called my parents at 8:30 am and they were a little concerned at how cracked-out I sounded. However, I knew that the ultimate bargain hunter, my mother, would be so proud of how I took no prisoners in my hunt.

Overall, I’m pleased to say I survived Lilly + Target. Now, let’s hope that Target gets it together and 1) sets a standard to agree to greater quantities and 2) has a better online  platform to navigate the next collection. Fingers crossed for you, Tibi!

Dress // Lilly Pulitzer for Target

Sandals // Lilly Pulitzer for Target

Necklace // Kendra Scott

Bracelet // Tory Burch Fit Bit

Wednesdays

It’s Wednesday, and on Wednesday’ we wear pink… a la Mean Girls.

While I don’t believe that pink has ever made the top of my favorite colors list,  I do love the classic, femininity associated with it. As one who made every attempt to be stereotyped early on, I put pink away and tried to be a number of people, hence my irrational style. 

My Pinterest seems to have crafted quite the tribute to feathers, frills and the ladies who embody everything pink. So, on this Wednesday, I present – an ode to pink.Pink Wednesdays

:: Put a Bow on it ::

I’ve always had an affinity for gift wrapping. Every Christmas my mom puts together a theme for the presents under the tree and lucky for us, she’s never let up on that little bit of Christmas magic. From bows and ribbon to tissue paper and wrapping paper – I love it all.

When I found this bow on ASOS, it brought a flood of happiness to my heart. I didn’t have hair until I was three, so I certainly never got into the bow-wearing thing, but a giant bow that is versatile enough to be worn with ANY top?! Sign me up!

 

Top // Equipment

Pants // J. Crew Pixie

Booties // H&M

Bow // ASOS

Bag // Kate Spade

Rings // H&M

:: Dress Code Violation ::

During this indecisive (but oh so welcome!) Dallas weather, I’ve been going back and forth between the pants and skirts rack in my closet. I love this graphic tee and based the entire look around it. Soft, pink meets my favorite edgy jacket? Yes. The midi skirt is my newest pal, as it allows me to cover enough of my skin so that I won’t get frost bite, yet still have the comfort and flexibility of not having to wear pants. Plus, it can be tough to look work appropriate and stay stylish – but for me, this skirt does the trick.

I was always getting called out for my skirts being too short in school, so this style would have been filling my closet in 2003. Whether they were too short or not, the shaming of young women and their clothing of choice is very real and unfortunately happens all too often. Sure, for every woman dressing appropriately, I’m sure there is another dressed scandalously – but the young girl in the article here was not among those. I just read this article about a girl in Utah who was asked to cover her shoulders at a school dance, and subsequently shamed. Take a look and let me know if you think her dress was inappropriate…

In the grand scheme of world problems, I understand that this is perhaps not the most imperative of issues facing us. However, requiring a student to wear a gigantic neon yellow shirt with “DRESS CODE VIOLATION” emblazoned upon it is only going to further the relational aggression we see taking place in our schools. How can we close the achievement gap if students in appropriate clothes, which cover themselves, are unable to focus because they are wearing a “shame suit?”

Just my rambling thoughts on a Thursday morning. This is not a fully formed opinion, but the article hit home for me – and I’m sure for many other fashion bloggers, working professionals, and students just trying to get through high school day by day.

What are your thoughts?

 

Top // J. Crew

Skirt // Top Shop

Jacket // Stella Rae’s

Booties // H&M

:: Don’t Sweat It ::

Merry Christmas Eve, my friends! I’ve finished up all of my Christmas shopping and plan on picking up T at the airport today to begin what shall forever be known as “A Series of Completely Unsound Logistical Christmas Events.” It’s really all my fault – Christmas is such a special time that I cannot just go to Oklahoma or Dallas, and have convinced Taylor that in a twelve-hour time span we can make it to Christmas with both our families.

There’s a reason we haven’t celebrated the holidays together in the five years we have been dating.

From December 20th to December 25th our schedule went something like this: Drive to Shawnee to Edmond to Shawnee to Dallas to work to Shawnee (insert Taylor’s flight to OKC here) to Oklahoma City to Shawnee to Dallas.

And so, I shall be living in something grey (my go to color of choice these days), warm, and made of sweatshirt material until January 5th. Add a touch of chiffon to the bottom and voila – I actually look put together! All in all, we are really fortunate to live within driving distance of both our families and get to spend the holiday season with our very own clan of Griswolds. How can you stress when there’s that much food, family and eight unheard episodes of Serial just primed for a long drive?!

In a nod to George Carlin – “Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.”

Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!

 

 Dress // BCBG

Boots // Tory Burch

Bag // Vintage Chanel

Bracelets // Swarovski, Wisteria

:: Black Swan ::

Every time I wear this skirt, someone compliments how very “ballerina,” I am that day. No matter what I pair it with, I consistently look like I am trying to emulate Kristin Young. So today, I am embracing my inner ballerina.

Growing up, I despised ballet because of my scoliosis. Nothing pained me more than the ways I would twist and turn my back, yet still never quite line up thanks to that twenty-four degree angle. Fortunately there’s no pain with this skirt – even if the title implies so!

 Skirt // BCBG

Top // J. Crew

Shoes // Valentino

Bag // Kate Spade

Earrings // Kate Spade

Bracelet // Kate Spade

:: Valentino goes with Everything ::

These shoes are among my favorites. The story of how they found their forever home is another one of my favorites.

When I went to the Bahamas with Taylor’s family last January, we were pretty bummed (by we I mean his mom and I) to only have one day of sunshine out of the five we were there. The boys weren’t too concerned – we were at Atlantis and the casino was able to keep their attention for hours at a time.

Each night after dinner, I would join them, pick a number, and embarrassingly shout for that number no matter if it was one we had a bet on or not. Clearly not my first game of craps, but obviously I’ve always played the same way.

Between the three Robertson men, they are mathematic geniuses, and my preschool math capabilities can’t keep up with their odds-calculating minds. While I always join them in Vegas for the game, I don’t go consistently enough to be all that fantastic. I squeezed between the guys, Taylor’s dad gave me a few chips to play with, and I followed along – being coached the entire way.

An hour passed, two hours passed, and my chips began to rack up. Two hundred, three hundred… we were on a roll! Once I hit the target which I knew was in sight, I stepped back and announced that I was done.

Taylor looked at me a little baffled as to why I would stop – but it was getting late, and I had exactly what I wanted. Enough chips to go home and purchase the infamous Valentino Rockstuds!

 

 

 

Shoes // Valentiono

Top // Stella Rae’s

Jeans // Gap

Bag // Kate Spade

Necklace // Max & Chloe

Bracelet Watch // Anthropologie

:: Blogger’s Block ::

Hello my friends!

Long time, no post. However, a lot has been happening and soon we’ll be back on a more regular schedule.

I cannot wait to relay our Mexico vacay (later), but something (other an Aero Mexico issues – again, later) happened in the Dallas airport that really put a bad taste in my mouth. While awaiting our flight, I looked up to see not one , but two fashion bloggers sit down across from me. I had literally started following both of them maybe a week prior, with each having more than 55,000 Instagram followers.

I have 285.

Nonetheless, I was more intrigued by who they were as “normal” people. I felt like a Miss Oklahoma Star (a mentoring program for young girls) as I quietly observed their mannerisms and conversation.

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. Here were two women who made their lives blogging, writing, photographing, and sharing pieces of their (maybe incredibly staged) days with their followers – making fun of the people who support them. They gawked and “ugghhhhed” over fans inquiring where they got an item, how they didn’t know what Like to Know it was, and generally hating on others. After at least a dozen attempts to Instagram their accessories, they began to board the plane.

Somehow, we were in line directly behind them and it just would not end – they stopped on the jet bridge, required their third wheel (husband of one blogger) to whip out the Nikon, screw on the lens, and take photos of them prior to boarding. This was now annoying everyone behind them, and I questioned why I wanted to be a part of such a high-maintenence world.

In this moment, it all clicked for T. He turned to me and said he had no idea how easy he has it. We only photograph once a week and I buy him brunch and mimosas afterwards. (insert praying hands emoji here)

So, I learned a few valuable lessons that day and had a pretty major reality check. I love blogging and sharing my broke-girl budget style with others. However, I’ll be making an extra effort to be the Glinda of bloggers!

Top: Kate Spade Saturday

Pants: Vera Wang for Kohl’s (love these) (and these)

Sandals: Sam Edelman (I die over these)

Bag: Kate Spade (similar)

Necklace: Dillard’s (close)

Ring: Beyond Baroque

Bracelets: Coach, Anthropologie

 

:: Kimono You Didn’t ::

While my sister warned me that a heat wave had hit Park City, their heat wave is our early spring. The days could get quite warm, but the nights were fantastic – especially when I could wear pants and a sleeveless top or skirt and long-sleeved shirt with no worries.

During one of our strolls up and down Main Street, I stumbled upon an adorable boutique and my eyes lit up. Right in the center on a mannequin, the fringe swayed back and forth as the air conditioner rumbled. Yep – it was time to add a kimono to my wardrobe. I clearly loved it and wore it that night to dinner, obnoxiously playing with the fringe over and over.

Perhaps it reminds me of another favorite outfit – before matching separates were cool, topped off by a dash of fringe. I left a little gem for my loyal followers at the bottom. Your only way to respond will be “kimono you didn’t!!!”

Top – Kate Spade Saturday // Kimono – Park City Boutique Find // Jeans – Joe’s // Necklace – Dillard’s // Bag – Kate Spade // Bracelets – Park City Southwestern Boutique, David Yurman // Rings – both David Yurman // Sandals – Coach

 

” I bought a kimono last weekend. “

pink on pink

Oh no you didn’t. Oh yes I did.