The days following my mini (maybe not actually as mini as I would like to admit) freak out session resulting from a wedding invitation, were…dark. I spent a good portion of my time alone,...
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I love living in London. Right now, my life is absolutely perfect. I’m not worried about romance, I am working at my dream job, and I get to wake up to this city every day. And I know I’m not the only one who loves it. For years, American’s have had a obsession with everything British.
Why? I’ll tell you.Read More
The other day I was heading home from work when I received a text from a friend. She and I had been talking a lot lately about our faith, and she constantly had questions she was begging me to answer. I told her I didn’t know everything, but I’d do my best to explain what I could. So, when the text came, I sat down on a bench and began to read.
As I crossed my legs and began gently bouncing my satin blue pumps to the rhythm of a song that could only be heard in my head, I began to laugh at the text she had sent.Read More
Today, I assisted my friend with a shoot he had organized for an up and coming wedding dress designer. As much as I hate to label anything wedding related as “fun”, the shoot really was.
You know how nowadays designers, Vera Wang for example, shoot their wedding dresses on a set that looks like a dark 18th century home? The models are all straight faced, fair skinned and slightly pained looking. Well my photographer friend wanted to do something a little different.
We kept the antique building but did away with all of its dreary qualities. Really all we had to do to cheer the place up was draw the curtains back and let the natural light in. We took half of the photos inside and half of them outside, all to the sounds of Marry You by Bruno Mars, on repeat. If you’ve never listened to that song, you should, it’s actually really…here I go again…fun.
After the shoot, the latest issue of Look Magazine and I, made our way to a High Street bookshop to do some unwinding. As I was sitting there in that shop, flipping through the pages of one of my favorite magazines, I realized I hadn’t actually read or seen a single page. I was thoroughly consumed in my own mind.Read More
The days following my mini (maybe not actually as mini as I would like to admit) freak out session resulting from a wedding invitation, were…dark. I spent a good portion of my time alone, in my room, curtains closed, cuddling a bag of Cheetos. I would have been content to carry on like this for at least a week but Ben couldn’t handle it.
He talked me out of my miserable state and assured me that “everyone is just on their own path.” I don’t know what he was getting at but somehow we ended up agreeing that Ben should be my “plus one” to the wedding.
When I originally agreed that we should go together I was picturing a sort of Brangelina type of deal where everyone would be jealous of our devilish good looks, which is weird, considering reality. I mean, don’t get me wrong I’m pretty cute and I’m a hell of a good dresser but, in comparison to Angelina Jolie –not to mention Brad Pitt.Read More
Wasn’t I the one who assured you in a prior post that I believe in good, classic fashion sense? Yes, that was me. In fact it was the post RIGHT before this one. Trust me, I honestly do love classic. After all, it’s the only thing that lasts.
Classic is that little black dress you’ll still be able to reach for next year, and that beige pencil skirt, and that button up white collared blouse with the turned up French cuffs. These are closet staples. Hemlines may rise or fall, but they can be adjusted. My mom always told me if you have the right closet staples, you really only need to shop for clothing once a year or so. Now, that’s just crazy talk. I shop for clothes weekly, but I get her point.Read More