What’s in my head :: of philosophy, personal peace and one sick bunny

If a blog entry is published in the blogosphere and no one is around to read it, does it still exist?

It’s Easter Sunday and whether you’re the church-going type or the Easter bunny type, you are probably not glued to your computer right now.  You are most certainly not reading fashion blogs right now.

Therefore, as I type this, does this mean I’m talking to myself?  If so, why?  Shouldn’t I be going to church/searching for Easter eggs/nomming on brunch too?

Thing is, my friends, writing is my church.  As sacrilegious as that sounds, and even though I do have faith in a higher power, I find the most solace through introspection and writing.  I guess it’s like when my mom – the secular nun – completes decades on her rosary.

I think we should all be allowed to find our own personal peace and be afforded the liberty to express it.  So whatever you are doing today, may you find comfort and happiness in the doing of it.

Aly is sick today. My poor little bunny…

What’s in my cart :: Warby Parker

My husband hates my glasses.

I don’t know why.  I think they’re snazzy.  And they’re Fendi, if that means anything to you.

But my husband thinks they’re ugly.  When pressed for more info (support your opinion with evidence, please), all he can offer is that they’re too big for my face.  Now I tend to disagree since they’re actually about the same size as my last pair.

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Plus, they’re half-rimmed which makes them seem to float and disappear against my face.

Or so I think.

This is one of those instances when we just agree to disagree.

But right now, I’m up for a new pair. And rather than rock the boat and just re-lens these frames which is the more fiscally responsible option but which will probably tick him off immensely, I am going to try to appease my husband and hopefully please myself in the appeasing.

Thank goodness for Warby Parker.  I stumbled upon them from Wardrobe Oxygen Allie’s post which gives you a concise review complete with photos.  She ended up not getting any of them but here’s hoping I’ll have better luck.

Here are the glasses I’ve ordered through their Home Try-On program.  Each picture of me wearing one corresponds to the pair above.  (Did that make sense?)

I know, I know.  They all look identical.  What can I say – I have particular tastes.  But I swear each one is distinctly different.

I will only have five days from when I receive my goodies to make up my mind, so you folks wanna help a sistah out and chime in on which one I should get?

I know I take off my glasses for the photos featured on this blog, but let me assure you that they’re pretty much on my face all the rest of the time, only coming off in the shower and right before bed.  And maybe, if we pick the right pair, I’ll be able to take more pics with them on as a cool accessory?  (Fine, maybe my husband is right and my current glasses are dorky since I obviously don’t like the way I look in them in photos.)

I’d really appreciate as much feedback on this one, my friends.  I’ll be stuck with the final decision for at least a year, you know.

No pressure or anything.

Week 6 :: of navy, tangerine and reinventing nautical

Why is it that when I think of midnight blue, I conjure up visions of able-bodied seamen and shiny, brass buttons and anchors away?  Is it because of its alternate name?  I mean, you can’t get any more obvious than “navy”, right?

Anyhow, we cap off Complementary Color Week with an unorthodox nod to the nautical.  (How’s that for back-to-back alliteration?)

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I’m usually leery of wearing navy because one of two things can potentially happen: you can either look really stuffy and dated and old-fashioned (think Mr. and Mrs. Howell from Gilligan’s Island) or, conversely, you can come off as a J.Crew catalog wannabe.

Since I’m neither, I think it’s totally brilliant that navy’s complementary color is tangerine.

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It’s brilliant because the cheekiness of tangerine is a perfect counterpoint to the severity of navy.  Another way to skew tradition is the fact that the top – a cardi/dickie combo I’ve owned forever – feels more varsity prep than Captain Ahab.  Sure, its got shiny, gold buttons, but check out that sleeve stripe and Harry Potter-esque crest.

Also, the stripe of the false-shirt front is vertical as opposed to horizontal, which also minimizes the nod to the nautical.  Throw on a pair of tasseled oxfords, and you’ve got a juxtaposition of fashion niches that is fresh and recognizable at the same time.

Think Ralph Lauren meets Napoleon Bonaparte.

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I really had fun with the theme this week.  Not only did I receive the most recognition for my sartorial efforts to date, I also made some valuable discoveries:

  • I don’t do pastel.
  • I like writing copy unhurriedly and thoughtfully the day before.
  • I feel a lot more comfortable in front of the camera when I’m not actively posing.
  • Neighborhood kids make surprisingly adept photographers in a pinch when your daughter is too busy playing teacher with other neighborhood kids.

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Have a fabulous weekend, my friends!  I know I will – it’s the start of my spring break.  Finally!  Three huzzahs and a pint of Guinness for all!

:: Just the facts, ma,am ::
Top – F21
Jeans – Rewind at Kohl’s
Oxfords – Kohl’s

Week 6 :: of mint, pink and dissatisfaction

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And so it goes.

Remember yesterday, when I felt flirty and sexy and super model-y?

Yeah, not so much today.

Today is Mint and Pink Day, and I can’t even be bothered coming up with a clever nickname for the colors.  I don’t know if it’s the lack of saturation inherent in pastels or the lighting of an indoor location or the actual pieces of the outfit themselves, but I’m just not feeling this look.

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I was actually thinking of redoing the entire thing but then dinner had to be made and then dishes had to be washed and then the laundry needed to be done, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.  By the time the minutiae of mommyhood released me from their heinous clutches, I was spent and in no mood to concoct a new ensemble, much less go through another photo shoot.

Yes, my friends, you’ve caught me out – this week, I took all my photos in advance.  This is partly because Aly was having so much fun doing it and partly because BF couldn’t come to work early in the morning to fulfill her normal photographer duties.

Surprisingly, I am enjoying this arrangement.  It affords me time to contemplate the story that accompanies the pictures as opposed to the mad rush of trying to be witty in the ten minutes between a.m. photos and the kids’ arrival for first block.

Too bad this ensemble can’t be saved by witty words.

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Should I have done a mint blazer?  Or maybe nixed the blazer idea altogether?  Maybe a pink or mint cardi?  Or maybe a more dramatic pink blazer or cardi or top?

Argh.

At least you get a fabulous peek at my library.  Those are built-in shelves constructed by my brilliant husband the week we moved into this house.  I was nine months pregnant and not to be trifled with so before we’d even unpacked the majority of our boxes, he’d already been hard at work reconfiguring the formal dining room into the library.  The man knows where his priorities are.

I think the only thing I am satisfied with regarding this outfit are the accessories.  I’ve worn these pumps before – my cheapie ones from Target – and they are a classic case of expensive not necessarily being better.  These are actually one of the most comfortable pair of heels I own.  (And I know for comfort – I’ve got wide feet and the beginnings of bunions.)  I also love the earrings and headband – both add that romantic flair without being too saccharine and twee.

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We all have our off days and this one is mine.  Tomorrow is another day…

:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Merona at Target
Blazer – F21
Capris – Rewind at Kohl’s
Pumps – Target
Headband – F21
Earrings – F21

ANOTHER DAY

So it’s tomorrow and I’m a lot happier.  Things always look better after a good night’s sleep but I’m happy primarily because I figured out what was wrong with the above outfit: the pinks didn’t go.  Sure, the top and blazer were both technically “pink” but the hue/shade/undertones? were all wrong.  The blazer had a more peach-y cast while the top was more in the fuschia family.

Luckily, I remembered I had this top and switched at the last minute before my carpool came to grab me.  Double lucky that both the new top and blazer come from F21.  (There are reasons to frequent the same shops – their color palettes all go.)

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I bribed asked one of my students to take quick shots of me in front of my class library and, voila!  I no longer feel dissatisfied.

My choice was justified.  I’ve already received a number of compliments about the new outfit and it’s not even 8:30 yet.  Huzzah.  Mission accomplished.