Adventures in Personal Style, pt. 2

It's been quite a while since I've intentionally thought about my own "personal style." I know that I have one because people are always saying "insert such-and-such item of clothing looks like something you would wear!" It's not always accurate, but kudos to those of you who recognize that I've got a certain je ne sais quois going on. I feel like my clothing choices are all over the place but I don't mind it. I wear what I want. Since I first wrote about my thoughts on personal style last February, I've gone through a myriad of changes. Location, career, relationship... hair... all of which have had a tremendous impact on what I choose to wear. Some things (we're all thinking it: that damn orange hat) have stayed and others (I'm not even linking to them because they're so embarrassing) make me cringe. So hard. I figured that it's high time I wrote a new little "guide" on personal style. 

Lately

Oh, hey guys. My blogging schedule, like almost every other aspect of my life, has been a bit erratic lately. I could weave you tales upon tales of misadventure and woe. But I won't. It's been a series of twists and turns, unforeseen misfortunes, and beauteous new beginnings. I moved back to the suburbs for the rest of the month. (Long, agitating story.) I'm fully trained and started my new position at work. (Making mistakes but feeling on top of the world.) I'm in the throes of wedding season. (Tiring but a much-needed escape.) And... I made a new friend. (Hint: he has four legs, a wet nose, and gives sloppy wet kisses.) Overall, I'm on the good foot. I'm adjusting. Challenges are a necessary evil and the acceptance of this indisputable truth has made my life so much more enjoyable.

Open Letter to an Old Friend

Dear Old Friend, 

You got married. I have absolutely no doubt that you looked positively stunning. I know that when you saw your groom for the first time, your eyes must have filled with tears, your heart overflowing with the purest kind of joy. Despite the hurt and anger that I'd been harboring for the past few months, I spent my Friday powering through pangs of sadness. I felt nostalgia, tenderness, and tiny moments of regret. Would you have awkwardly asked me for "wedding night" advice? How many times would I get misty-eyed? Would we exchange knowing looks at any point?

For a Summer Evening

As much as I hate using this space to talk about something as pointless as the weather, I'm just going to say it: I'm not too fond of summer. I love it in theory but I hate the oppressive heat and humidity that come along with living on the East Coast. If you've never been here, I'll put it like this: When you step outside at 11PM and you're STILL sweating, that's a problem. You shouldn't be sweating at night. Am I right? I do love the things that come along with summer though: the extra sunshine, the tan (which I obviously need to work on...), hikes with my family, cookouts, day trips to the beach, sundresses, and... rompers!

Baby Blue

This outfit reminds me of one of my favorites from last summer. I don't wear a lot of baby blue but when I do, I like to think that I kill it. (In a good way, of course.)