My Name’s BlurryFace and I *Don’t* Care What You Think

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As I talked about in my Halloween costume post, last week I dressed up for Decades Day for my school’s homecoming celebration. I felt ecstatic when the email about the themed days was released—I immediately put aside all my homework and planned my outfits instead. I considered, briefly, that most other students wouldn’t even know about the dress up days because (shocker) they don’t check their emails. Sure enough, I was right. I thought my extravagant 80s attire would be enough of a clue that something was going on—I didn’t just dress like that for no reason. But as I marched into each of my classes and received judgmental stares…I started to feel apprehensive about my costume. But why? Why would I care what other people think? Continue reading

Mustard Yellow is a Friendly Fellow

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As you might recall, the Pantone Color of the Year is ultraviolet, but I think mustard yellow is giving it a run for its money. This trendy fall color exudes warmth and mimics the pretty change in fall leaves, acting as the perfect autumn accessory or pop to an otherwise dull outfit. I realize a lot of people have a love-hate relationship with yellow…it can make your teeth look less than white, it washes you out, it has to be just the particular shade, etc. etc. I get it; the happy color can be difficult to style. But that’s why I love the mustard shade so much. It’s dark enough where it won’t give you the illusion of illness or coffee-stained teeth, but still cozy enough to add all the fall vibes to your wardrobe. Here are 5 ways to stay on trend with mustard this season. Continue reading

Maybe She’s Born With It, Maybe It’s Confidence

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Did you ever see the 2007 princess movie Enchanted? You know, the one with Amy Adams and Patrick Dempsey that combines (and pokes fun at) all the major fairy tales? If not, bear with me for a moment as I describe one of the scenes. Nathaniel, played by Timothy Spall aka Wormtail, watches a dramatic and horribly cheesy soap opera in which the angsty woman asks the man, “How can I love a man who doesn’t even like himself?” Is it weird that I remember this scene so vividly? Probably, but I swear I have a point to make. Continue reading