:: Flitter Flutter ::

You know those things in your closet that just make you happy? This skirt is one of them.

Of course the fit, the flounce, the twirlability – everything is enough to release the happiest of endorphins. Because endorphins make you happy, and happy people just don’t shoot their husbands! (Couldn’t resist.)

But beyond how fun this skirt is, it reminds me of twenty of my favorite little people (and an awesome co-teacher).

Gilbert had the genius idea to send off for a caterpillar cove. We received this disgusting jar with hairy caterpillars, who ate whatever dirt/jelly substance was inside (ew. totally ew). It was nearly impossible to keep twenty sets of preschool hands off the jar. After the caterpillars create their cocoon, they are hanging by a literal thread, and if they fall, they die.

Needless to say, when it was finally time to move them into their Butterfly Lair, few were left. It was like Survivor: Room 8 Edition.

Gilbert and I had all but given up hope, and were about to send in for our refund. One morning we came in, and noticed something was  moving in the Pop-Up Butterfly House.

IT LIVED!

After several weeks, dozens of grabby hands, and a near-death experience, we had one lone butterfly ranger. After naming him Nemo (shocker), we took the kids outside and had a release party. They were amazed that something which used to crawl so slowly around the jar was now this lovely, orange butterfly. It flittered and fluttered all around our group, Ms. B screaming kids screaming, and cheering Nemo on to take the flight of his life. While I have a lot of memories about the perils of preschool, that is one which I will never forget. Plus, it’s one of the few stories I have which doesn’t involve a four-letter-word that starts with “p.”

 

Top:: Forever 21, Skirt:: Chic Wish, Shoes:: DVF, Necklace:: Bauble Bar, Ring:: Lulu Frost, Bag:: Kate Spade

Top:: Forever 21, Skirt:: Chic Wish, Shoes:: DVF (similar), Necklace:: Bauble Bar, Ring:: Lulu Frost, Bag:: Kate Spade (love this)

 

:: South Meets West ::

Two years ago, I spent a summer in the southwest. Phoenix to be exact. And yes – I said summer. Between learning how to be a teacher (that was a process that definitely took more than the six weeks I spent there), the 120 degree heat (very real), and walking through a haboob – it was definitely memorable. The drive down Route 66 is fascinating, particularly the trading posts and travel stops. I have always been drawn to turquoise, but something in the unique southwestern prints piques my interest.  Is it how it is woven? Somewhat abstract? The tradition in the culture? The number of arrows to appease my Pi Phi loving soul? No idea. But when I spotted this beautiful jacket, especially with the arrow, I had to take it home. No doubt, you will be seeing it a lot!

Jacket: San Diego Boutique Find, Top: J.Crew, Necklace: Gifted, Jeans: J.Brand, Bag: Kate Spade, Booties: Forever 21, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Rings: David Yurman, C. Wonder
Jacket: San Diego Boutique Find, Top: J.Crew, Necklace: Gifted, Jeans: J.Brand, Bag: Kate Spade, Booties: Forever 21, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Rings: David Yurman, C. Wonder
Loving the southwest flair and suede sleeves.

Loving the southwest flair and suede sleeves.

A bright spot.

A bright spot.

Do you see the arrow on the back? Clearly, I had to have it after discovering that.

Do you see the arrows? Clearly, I had to have it after discovering that.

:: Jailbird ::

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Shoptiques, Shoes: steve Madden, Jewelry: Max and Chloe, Kate Spade, Sunglasses: Fendi

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Shoptiques, Shoes: Steve Madden, Jewelry: Max and Chloe, Kate Spade, Sunglasses: Fendi

And like that, a paper doll jail-bird was born. Well, born about twenty-four years ago. I’ve always loved fashion – the fabric, embellishments, and most importantly – how wearing something you love can put you in a totally different mood. It’s like ice cream, but less fattening.

I suppose I really have my sister to thank for my passion – the first time I ever selected my own outfit was the day she was born. It was in that moment that I opted to tell a teensy weensy white lie to the neighbor that I was allowed to dress myself. You think I threw on something wild like my ballet leotard with silver, glittered cowboy boots and a pony tail? No. Although, I would have beaten Lady Gaga to the punch if I had. I donned an outfit which said “big sister” but “totally teenage Barbie.” Clearly, this meant a white jean skirt with a purple top and matching, embellished white jean vest. An obvious choice for a five-year-old.

As I grew older, I was taught the value of a dollar – and how far that dollar would go if you were a savvy shopper who could “dig.” This served me well as I spent two years teaching preschool with Teach For America. I was constantly on the look out for inexpensive, dispensable wardrobe items, to be stained by homemade play-doh, markers that aren’t as washable as they claim, and bodily fluids which were not my own. This is part of closing the achievement gap, and if I had more energy and a place to call home, I would have followed those little buggers until they graduated high school.

This blog has been my dream ever since I began stalking following Blair Eadie and telling everyone I know that she could totally be my sister. But for real – don’t you see the resemblance? We’re just off by a few inches, a few pounds, and a few 0’s at the end of our paychecks. I hope you enjoy some aspect of this – whether it’s my rambling ways or the photos which cost me brunch, and an afternoon of cheering on fantasy football players. Welcome!