:: Take a Napa ::

 

However, in these pants… I could really go either way!

After spending a weekend in the Dallas patio heat, I totally understand why women brunch in Lulu Lemon. They don’t do it because it makes their butt look awesome (even though those pants are the next best thing to a plastic surgeon), they do it because the fabric is sweat wicking and they look like they are glowing instead of dripping. I was a shining example of the latter.

What I love about these pants, is that they are socially acceptable. They are as soft as pajamas, but make me feel like I should be sipping wine in Napa! When my friend Josh lived in LA, I visited for a week and we took a trip to the Santa Ynez Valley to see Los Olivos and Solvang – two of my most favorite places ever.

I fell in love with the most adorable dutch town where we ate fabulous danishes, baked fresh from I kid you not – a building that looked like a windmill. We roamed from tasting room to tasting room, trying dozens of wines and playing the part of tourist. However, the adorable clutch that Josh insisted I must get, turned out to be the wine tote I’m toting around.

Napa – I’m ready for ya!

Top > H&M, Pants > Anthropologie, Clutch > Local Winery Find, Shoes > DVF, Necklace > Dillard's, Rings > H&M

Top > H&M, Pants > Anthropologie, Clutch > Local Winery Find, Shoes > DVF (love these), Necklace > Dillard’s, Rings > H&M


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:: Chucks and Lace ::

Third grade. The year my feet grew four sizes and I had to stand on the back row of class photos because I was freakishly tall. It seemed as though I would totally follow in my mom’s side of the family’s footsteps as an epic basketball player, and live up to the 5’8″ height, predicted by doctors upon doubling my size as a tot. In order to keep up with my growth spurts (and probably get my paddle boats used to athletic shoes) I owned every color and style of converse they made. Of course, I thought this was the coolest shoe ever because it had my dad’s name and my middle name emblazoned proudly on the side with a star – CHUCK TAYLOR. Legit.

Years later, these gems of a shoe found their way onto the dance competition and pageant circuit. We were clearly new to this whole pageant thing, and a clogging solo had been choreographed for me to “Skater Boy.” (It may actually be titled “Skater Boi,” but that’s beyond embarrassing). When my mom and I set our minds to something, we go all out, and Skater Boy was no exception. Rhinestoned camo cutoffs, a red tank with a ripped fishnet overlay and of course – clogs specially built into a pair of rhinestoned (le duh) converse. As I gave up my last pageant title tonight, this special dance was reminisced about by many of my pageant friends and family.

You can put your kid in sneakers, but they may still only score four points in one season. Doctors can use modern medicine to predict size (I was itty bitty – someone should have caught on) and only hit the 5’2″ mark. You can be too old for pageants and still own that pair of converse clogging shoes. However, I still have a soft spot in my heart for Chuck Taylor’s. When I caught a glimpse of these silver, slightly iridescent beaming shoes – I knew they had found their home.

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Forever 21, Shoes: Converse, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Necklace: H&M, Rings: David Yurman, C.Wonder, Watch: Michael Kors

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Forever 21, Shoes: Converse, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Clutch: Christopher Kon, Necklace: H&M, Rings: David Yurman, C.Wonder, Watch: Michael Kors, Nails: Nails Inc Regent Street

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