So, I started creating personalized art, lettering, and monograms to help you celebrate your own journey.
Through my art, I’ve been able to help uplift, empower, and connect other people through simple words, color, and symbolism- and it’s been absolutely incredible.
I’m so excited to re-introduce Miss– the Mindful in Style shop I started working on exactly two years ago!
As I’ve been settled at home in quarantine, staying busy has been crucial to my mental health and well-being. Painting has not only re-connected me with my inner child, but it’s helped me spread my light with others, too.
You can check out my collection now on Redbubble or email me to request a special project!
A metallic mix of silver, black, and white, I created a simple style to compliment any home, office, or a classic ensemble.
Inspired by one of her own mentors, spirituality coach Cora Poage shared on Instagram how she wrote the word “trust” on a piece of paper as a simple reminder, which in turn inspired ME to paint the word on a gold canvas (in true Kristin style).
Isn’t it amazing when hope and positivity spreads near and far?
The quarantine has been an amazing time of creation- from sorting out my past through art, healing, and looking deeper within- yet I can’t help but wonder, what will happen once quarantine is over?
It’s important to remind myself to keep the faith and go with the flow- everything works itself out in divine order, yet we can’t always see the silver lining when we’re still stuck in the woods.
A simple sign or mantra can change your entire out, which is what Melissa Smith and I chatted about a couple weeks ago on The Four.
It’s so fun to mix up the colors and words that have helped me express my feelings, so creating versions that have meaning to others has been an amazing experience. Whether it’s college colors or something special for an event, there’s something magical about bringing together stories, beauty, and hope.
Each abstract is customizable, too- if you have your own mantra or color pallet, I would love to create something to inspire you!
While living in Massachusetts, I was inspired to create a brand that brought together mindful moments, minimalist style, and the beauty of everyday life.
After returning from a magical trip back to my second home, New York City, I spotted a pair of angel wings painted along The Coop in Harvard Square. I knew the story I was writing for myself wasn’t authentic- and this piece of street art gave me the confidence to leave a career that was crushing my spirit.
I bought a blank sketchbook and began to paint inspirational words, design clothing, and come up with ideas to make old things new.
Now back in my hometown of Traverse City, Michigan, I’ve picked the sketchbook back up and started leaving rocks with inspirational messages around town. Through bringing together my writing, art, and photography, Miss 1984 was born- and there’s a little Miss (The Mindful in Style Shop) in all of us.
I hope to inspire others to pause, look within, and enjoy the beautiful moments all around them.
When I started my personal style blog “K on the Bay” in 2012, I snapped shots of my hometown, sunsets, and my shoes.
If I could tie in a few local brands or thrifty finds, great! As a simple Tumblr site, my vision was to show how classic style and nature go hand-in-hand. As the years went on, I became more conscious of my content. I began taking photos to get the post out quickly, ignoring my initial creative vision and love for the process.
When it was authentic for me to put on an outfit, head into work, and snap shots along Grand Traverse Bay, great! Yet once I moved to New York City, it became a chore. I started to shift my focus from creative endeavors to relationships, which also served a good purpose- for the time.
Not only did I never wear heels unless absolutely necessary, I barely wore color, either.
Then, I realized I was wearing clothes to make other people happy: not me.
The brands, the designers, the ad agencies- I was leaving behind my own vision to adapt to someone else’s.
I had to take a step back and think- what clothes do I feel good in no matter what?
What do I grab first out of my closet?
Although it wasn’t organic or natural for me to snap daily outfit shots in a busy city like New York- especially when I was single with a self-timer- I still had a lot of thoughts. I started writing for my friend Ashley’s website, Kinda Kind, two months after I mysteriously hit “delete” on my blog New Year’s Eve 2016. Leaving behind four years of photos, collaborations, and memories may have been hard, but I was ready to leave behind my materialistic past and figure out what truly made me happy.
My last few months in NYC were challenging- it was pure survival mode. Trump was running for President, the #MeToo movement was a year and a half away, and my own mental health needed a serious break.
I found peace in the park and spent hours writing by the reservoir. I pondered the meaning of life, wondering if I would ever find any sort of fulfillment.
I spent the next few years writing about my journey, what makes me happy, and learned who I am as a woman- without any distractions. Being conscious of what brings me joy- not what commercials, “influencers,” or Cosmopolitan Magazine tells me- was the first step in finding inner peace.
Instead of spending Saturday morning in bed, I would get up and take a walk across the Charles River Esplanade. I began noticing the patterns in nature, the animals at the park, and the familiar faces at my Cambridge Starbucks.
As I documented my path in Boston, I realized how tied I still was to fashion- at least, the creative process.
I had a different style than the other fashion bloggers- simple photos with little to no written content- no ads or frills, and no promises of a brighter tomorrow if you buy a new lipstick shade. This didn’t make me popular. That wasn’t the point- the point was authenticity.
As I shot a photo of my new bracelet alongside my notes for the day and coffee cup, I realized how fashion, technology, AND mindfulness can merge- but not in the way you may think.
I’ve been creating my own style for some time now, a style that hasn’t changed much since I was a high school junior in a black turtleneck and gray Express mini skirt. It’s always been basic, classic, and chic- with a few added surprises.
Fashion doesn’t have to be complicated to be beautiful, and neither do our lives. My time spent away from working in fashion made me realize how what I’ve learned can add to the industry once again- and never to change the style that is mine.
When I used to work or consult for others, my soul would be crushed when they didn’t like my content. After spending hours coming up with ideas, it could be a challenge to integrate my vision with someone else’s.
As an independent person, this also made me realize- stop working with people who don’t share your vision.
Although some women on the outside may judge me for choosing a bike over a Lexus, renting a townhouse instead of having a mortgage, and choosing a cat over a husband and kids- I chose this lifestyle for a reason.
I am free from obsession with “things,” the need for more, and the warped view that I’m not enough.
Now, I can simply enjoy the creative process- mindfully.
When I started writing on this blog, I was beginning a journey of living more mindfully and minimally.
Trump was yet to be inaugurated, Henri Bendel still existed, and I had spent the past ten years trying to keep up with everyone around me.
It was long before J. Crew and now, Neiman Marcus, filed bankruptcy- and our society was still plagued with the need for “more.” Perhaps we still are.
As a woman who has been on a recovery voyage (I say voyage because no sea is without a few storms) since 2011, I’ve seen a lot. I’ve had everything, and I’ve had nothing.
Although I used to think “more” was the way to go, my path of fashion blogging, the lack of authenticity in influencer marketing, and my own experience working with others has lead me to one conclusion:
Quality is far superior to quantity.
Style, to me, is about doing what works for you- mindfully. I shared my thoughts about the future of fashion and how mindfulness, style, technology, and social good can merge.
It’s been fun to dress my new apartment with holiday decor!
For the past three years I haven’t taken the time to decorate- or couldn’t- because I was sharing my home with roommates. Now that I’m back in Traverse City with a home of my very own, I’ve finally been able to invest in pieces that I can keep (and store!) for years to come.
I always like to opt for a minimalist look, so my “less is more” mentality holds true during the Christmas season.
I found pieces that both fit my personality and style while getting into the holiday spirit- right down to the painting of a blonde girl driving a red car donned with gifts and a wreath.
It’s officially less than a month until Christmas, and I fully intend to enjoy my festive home until January.
I would love to see how you’ve decorated this year!
A week ago I was sitting at my favorite coffee shop, notebook in hand and a coffee on the table. I pulled out my mirror to see if I had anything on my face, quickly fixing my concealer that was out of place from my oversized sunglasses.
“Your makeup looks fine!” a stranger next to me declared. I looked over, laughed, and continued to set up shop at my seat.
He didn’t stop there. “You know, most men would say women look best without makeup. It’s Sunday! Don’t wear makeup!”
Newsflash: I wear makeup for me, not you.
I love to dress up, wear red lipstick, and don my Karen Walker shades. Not looking for validation, on most days I simply want to write in peace; the last thing I want is to have strangers approach me to give me unsolicited advice or flirt poorly at a coffee shop.
Nevertheless, whether or not it was meant to be a compliment, it was still suggesting I change who I am or what I do. That never sits well with me- flirting or not. It’s manipulative, and it’s unwelcomed.
Here’s a comprehensive list of things women don’t need to hear from a man:
How to wear our hair
What clothes to choose
How long our hair “should” be
When to wear makeup
That we should smile
Maybe some women need the words of the opposite sex to gain their confidence, but I am not one of them.
“The sexualization behind telling women to smile is alarming. It makes women feel that we are only meant to be happy and pretty and it’s a passive way to engage into an unwanted conversation.” –Fabulize Magazine, HuffPostContributor
I’ve had ex-boyfriends try and dress me up in the shortest of skirts, 6 inch heels, and cleavage revealing attire. That’s just not my style. I’ve even had an ex ask me if I was going to a funeral because I was wearing all black. Didn’t you know black is slimming and chic? Just look at Audrey Hepburn. I doubt she cared what other people said about her little black dress.
The guy at the cafe went on to later tell me how our meeting was “serendipitous,” in which I immediately rolled my eyes.
No, you just sat next to a woman and started telling her what to do and not to do. Also, I have no interest in a divorced 50-something who was thumbing through his “Plenty of Fish” app.
Women can have it pretty rough out there, but as long as we hold our own and stick to our laurels, we will be just fine.
Unsettled and at the very bottom of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, things that once brought me joy eventually felt like a heavy load.
It was, too- literally. I had dozens of boxes and car loads, furniture and donations. It was organized chaos (most of the time, anyway).
Thankfully, throughout my moves and transitions, my family and friends were extremely helpful. I was running from one thing to the next looking to find peace, not knowing I had to stand still for a while to find happiness within.
That said, I’m starting to acquire things. I own some furniture. I bought an extra pair of sunglasses I don’t even need. I feel settled, content, and at peace- at last.
Even if it were all to go away, I would still be okay- for now I know true home is within.
I wish this for everyone- as well as a life of purpose, not chasing. Of living, not waiting. A life meant to be enjoyed, not numbed out or run away from.