Monday, April 28, 2014

change of seasons

Playing: I Wanna Get Better-Bleachers
Reading: The Transformation of Bartholomew Fortuno by Ellen Bryson (Kind of getting tedious.)
Sorry that it's been over 20 days, since I last blogged. I thought about deleting my blog for awhile and couldn't make up my mind, but I'm back with some posts for all of you. Going along with my current love for oatmeal topped with a crap load of berries, I ordered Mona's Breakfast at Haute Cakes with poached eggs rather than egg whites because obviously the yolks are the best part. Even though I think I am capable of making decent oatmeal, Haute Cakes hands down makes the best oatmeal. It's fluffy, creamy, and comes with a ton of fruit. Also, the poached eggs with spinach and salsa verde was very good (and healthy?).
If you live in Southern California, I highly recommend visiting the Flower Fields in Carlsbad, Calif. It's incredibly beautiful and all of the flowers looked like something straight out of a Tim Burton movie (he already did this in Big Fish). Oh and to play into stereotypes, this is how I imagined the Netherlands would look like in elementary school minus the palm trees.
I also did some shopping in my time away (what a surprise!). Here are my recent purchases: a Helmut Lang t-shirt, Zara sweatshirt, and an Aqua puffy coat. My style definitely wavers between being edgy casual and being completely gaudy with tons of sparkles and dangly earrings. It's kind of ridiculous how I'll show up one day in jeans and Converse with a leather jacket and then the next day I come in teetering in heels with a short skirt and glittery necklaces layered around my neck.
I also bought a pair of nude heels for my upcoming prom to go with my D&G dress. I was originally planning on a teal or maroon pair, but then realistically, I would never wear those again, so I went with a safe pair of nude heels from BP. They're actually really comfortable from all of the times I've worn them out and about so far. In my opinion, they also look more expensive than they actually are. I'm sorry for being gone for so long and will start catching up on all of you wonderful blog posts. I feel like I've been out of the loop for such a long time.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

it's conceptual

Playing: Fake You Out-Twenty One Pilots
Reading: Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
After waking up painfully early to get in line for the Jason Wu for Target collaboration, I decided that I would not go through all that work again for another designer unless they were one of my favorites. Fortunately, I lucked out with the Peter Pilotto For Target collection. A lot of the people that hoard clothes to sell on eBay end up returning the garments if they aren't sold quickly enough, so I was able to find a large chunk of the collection in the sales section. I liked how graphic each of the pieces were and how the mesh sleeves on the cardigan made it feel more sporty.
I also splurged recently on this pair of Dior boots with a misplaced heel, when I was on the hunt for prom shoes. They were on insane markdown at Nordstrom Rack and I figured this was probably my only chance to get such a wonky pair of designer heels for a decent price. Since they're black boots, I feel like these heels are discreet enough to be worn often. However, between these boots and the tops up above, I feel like my wardrobe just became a tad more bold and conceptual (read as harder to wear) than before.
Talking about prom, I realized recently that I never shared photos of my prom from last June. Here's a photo of Lauren and me doing the classic-John-Paul-staring-into-the-distance-while-saluting-some-unknown pose with the John Paul. Lauren was John Paul's and my mommy in journalism last year and since we were a family, we decided to take a bunch of Kardashian family-esque photos to prove that we were more deserving of a reality show than the Kardashians. This is one of the few photos that came out truer to our identity as a family than the Kardashians. Also, that Diane von Furstenberg dress is still one of my favorites. Invite me to a formal event, so that I can wear it again.