Playlist: Bridge Burn + Quitting

Sunday, December 20, 2015


I hate letting go. And I am terrible at it.

Call it a fatal flaw, call it endearing, call it embarrassing, call it overly sentimental. All are fair.

I watched my parent's VHS of An American in Paris so many times it wore out. I still have pieces of sea glass found on beaches in the Gulf of Mexico when I was a kid. I keep jewelry I know I'll never wear (even some jewelry that I hate), just because of happy associations in my memory. It took me just shy of a decade to get over the first man I loved. Two years after moving away, I still struggle to let go of Chicago and all the love I felt for it. I just got rid of my gym shoes from college a couple months ago (though this is likely the symptom of a separate issue: my total lack of interest in anything athletic). 

All of this is to say one major thing: I'm thinking about quitting this blog. 


Not quitting blogging altogether - but leaving SWIILPT to find myself a larger, more modern, more honest space that I can build again from the ground up. It's scary because of all the work and effort I have on SWIILPT, but I'm fully aware that it's only me that is attached to the history of it. At the end of the day, though, I'm not who I was six years ago when this blog began, and the idea of starting again with a clean slate and no baggage makes me excited. Terrified, but so excited. I'm ready for a completely clean slate, for new mistakes, for new successes, for new chances.

Just what's on my mind. Here's the music that fits. 

(This playlist is great motivation for letting go of anything: bad energy, frustrating feelings, self doubt.)




  Facebook  Instagram  Pinterest  Bloglovin

Unfoiling the infallible outfit

Wednesday, December 02, 2015

Image via J Brand Jeans 
Image via WhoWhatWear
  
    

I've heard it a million times: a classic black blazer, skinny jeans, and a white tee is the chicest, coolest, most invincible outfit. Put it on and walk outside and you are instantly: Powerful, Sexy, Understated, Ageless. I've read about it in every fashion book on earth, heard the most visionary stylists proclaim it, seen the best dressed women on earth absolutely nail it. Yet no matter how many mornings I try on that exact combo, I inevitably tear it all off again and walk out the door in a floral, colorful, a-line get up - my hunch reaffirmed that I am the anti minimalist. 

I feel like a complete faker in that outfit. The blazer makes me feel like a robot, the skinny jeans are trying way too hard, and my white tee just looks exactly like what it is: my favorite worn out threadbare sleep shirt. My head appears tiny, my features somehow immature, and my hair either too flat or too frizzy, depending on the day. My small waist is swallowed and my wide hips become front and center, right where the blazer hem and the denim intersect. I never fucking know what shoes to pick so I spend at least 10 minutes trying on all of them: heeled sandals? Booties? Pumps? Kicks? All are awful. 

I'm sorry to report that the foolproof equation has found its fool. I just can't make it work.

However, I refuse to accept that on the occasional day I can't pull off understated, sexy, rumpled chic - so here's what I am doing:

Turn the black blazer into a black miniskirt, tights, and booties. 

Turn the skinny jeans into my favorite perfectly worn denim jacket. 

And keep the threadbare tee because I love it, damnit. 


Denim jacket: Pilcro | Tee: Pure + Good | Skirt: Madewell | Tights: Hue | Booties: thrifted
Bracelet: Anthropologie | Rings: Banana Republic, thrifted, vintage 


  Facebook  Instagram  Pinterest  Bloglovin