Tag: Prints

Pastels, Petals, and Pattern Mixing

pastel blue, pattern mixing, white shoes, botanic gardens

Nothing says springtime quite like rocking subtle shades of pastels—I’m thinking eggshell blue, baby pink, lavender, and muted sunshine-yellow. The only problem? I’ve learned over the years (and especially through all my blog photos) that I just don’t look very good in pastels. My skin tone lives for the “go bold or go home” mentality when it comes to what colors to wear. That’s why when the stylish ladies of the Magnificent Eight group asked me to participate in a special “pastel pattern mixing” post, I struggled a bit to put together a fashionable outfit! Continue reading “Pastels, Petals, and Pattern Mixing”

10 Ways to Style Polka Dots

blue cobalt coat with polka dot skirt

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—I absolutely LOVE polka dots. It’s such a fun and playful print, and I’ve been slowly adding more of it to my closet. I wore this look last week on my birthday to celebrate with my parents. I figured what better outfit for my special day than a print that makes me smile! I tried to wear as many polka dotted items as possible, which inspired this post. I hope you love the print as much as I do, and without further ado, here are 10 ways to style it year around. Continue reading “10 Ways to Style Polka Dots”

The Lifelong Search for Joy (Not Happiness)

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For a lot of teenagers, there’s nothing they want more than a shiny new car for their 16th birthday. Or at least, a shiny new piece of plastic that allows them to legally drive. Me on the other hand? I wanted absolutely nothing to do with driving—I loved the company of my parents as chauffeurs, and I never felt embarrassed by their presence. Most of all, I feared the power and responsibility of maneuvering a very expensive toy on the roads (especially with all the inattentive drivers who spend more time looking at their phones than their rearview mirrors). One of the first times I drove with my mom on a permit to obtain the required hours, my left leg twitched uncontrollably—and a lot. It felt numb by the time I made it to my destination! That’s how scared I felt.

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