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.
Hooray for PAIGE helping to keep the community stylish and safe!
In an effort to preserve supplies for medical staff, Paige Denim joined LA Protects and Mayor Eric Garcetti to produce non-medical masks in their to help protect non-essential workers. They’re also donating a pack for every 4-pack sold! Whenever I shop these days, I’m always conscious of the social good the company is doing- and want to be sure others know, too.
You can shop the Paige masks here, and check out 91 more stylish selections from Vogue for this “new normal.”
I’ve loved seeing how designers, brands, and social media teams have helped bring people together during this time. From music to inspirational talks, it’s been amazing to see how creative the world has been!
I’m continuously baffled by the things that come out of other people’s mouths.
You can keep your opinion, but I don’t need it.
I’m talking about the small, petty things- things that are meant to critique others, bring them down, or to question themselves. I won’t get too deep, but I’ll give a few examples that I heard in the past week:
“You should grow your hair out.”
“You should go without makeup.”
“You should wear more color.”
You know what I have to say?
“You need to stop shoulding on me.”
I struggle to recall times I’ve given such annoying suggestions to people. I’ve never urged someone to change their style or to do something different with their appearance. It’s just petty and, quite frankly, mean.
If people try and change the person you love (YOU!) then I would begin to question the people you surround yourself with. My real friends like me for me- and those people love me for my black wardrobe, blonde bob, and pink lipstick.
The Boston I live in is a magical, mystical city full of beauty, promise, and joy.
I spent the weekend outside, enjoying the 66 degree weather along the Harbor. I took a stroll down the Greenway, admired the public art, and grabbed a coffee at Rowe’s Wharf.
The Boston I live in represents the potential that is accessible to all of us, whether it’s seizing the day or seeing the best in ourselves.
My beautiful Sunday afternoon reminded me that no matter how many times I may have fallen, made mistakes, or took a detour in life, I have the power to brush myself off, stand up, and rise.
I moved to Massachusetts over two years ago with a blank slate, and I have been able to discover my true self in the process. I have had the opportunity to dig deep into my soul and learn who I am, what I want to be, and where I want to go. I found my own beauty within, and I have noticed the beauty all around me as well.
Whether you’re raising your sails for a new adventure or picking yourself back up, you have the power to rise, too.
Just remember to slow down, breathe, and enjoy the beauty that is right in front of you.
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.