{Wearing: Urban Outfitters dress, Target bandana, sunglasses from Anna Grace, mules from Shoefly, purse from street vendor in NYC} The headline for this post was almost “Lunch at the museum not starring Ben Stiller” until I realized that really doesn’t make sense at all, does it? My partner in crime Laura and I spent a free afternoon at the Botanical Gardens, having a picnic. It was an impromptu plan. I realized I had a break… View Post

{Wearing: Forever 21 top + skirt, sunnies from Half & Half Clothing Co, booties from Nordstrom Rack, KJP pearl necklace, purse from AMVETS // Photo creds: my cute boyfriend Dan} As the “I’m not perfect but my blog is” greeting card that my friend Laura sent me is sitting on my desk, staring me down, I come to you with a post about maxi skirts. I generally take a long time to come around to… View Post

Kettle corn. Spilled Labatt Blue. Fat Bob’s barbeque sauce. Hints of these smells filled the air downtown, which could only mean one thing: something was happening at Canalside. Thursday night’s “something” was six-piece, indie-pop, neo-soul group Fitz and the Tantrums. Best known for their almost-too-catchy radio hits like “Handclap,” “The Walker” and “Out of My League,” the band performed to a packed, diverse crowd. While some were clearly there for the music, a few even… View Post

Last night, I did that thing where you get all dressed up, go to a fancy restaurant, order an expensive dish, by yourself. Going on a date solo has always appealed to me, given that my mind usually associates the act with strong female leads traveling in romantic comedies, unconsciously romanticizing the event as a rite of passage to independence and confidence. So, feeling like Julia Roberts, I had fun. I dressed for the occasion. “American… View Post

{Wearing: Zara wide-leg pants, Free People silky crop tank, Indie Twenty necklace and ring, Born in California mules} Wide-leg pants: the chic-est sweatpant known to womankind. They are the elusive cool kid of clothing. On one hand, they say “What figure?” but in another way, they practically embody Betsey Johnson’s quote of how girls don’t dress for boys, they dress for themselves. I always respected the gaucho-like pant but never desired to integrate a pair… View Post