I’m Back… Promise!

Hello all my lovely followers! Sorry for the slight hiatus, I promise I have a good excuse. If you have been following my Instagram, you’ll have noticed I was making waves in the community.

From July through late September I was planning, preparing, and directing Style on the Plaza– an annual fashion show that showcases local businesses and highlights the community’s unique style. This was my first, of hopefully many, shows that I directed. I have been in a whirlwind of excitement and stress as the last several months have been strictly focused on planning this event. There was barely time to stop for food and sleep. But, in the end, it was COMPLETELY worth it.

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Never Stop Adding to the Shoe Collection

Every woman has heard it- high heels are nothing but trouble. Deformed feet, back pain, and shortened calve muscles to name a few problems instigated by them.

But, as a 20-something woman I would gladly choose a day of aching feet and lower back pain to wear the beautiful stilettos and wedges gracing my closet. There is a sense of allure and excitement felt when you slip on pair of sky-high heels, ready to face the world.

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Where’s my denim dress?

There has been one piece of clothing I’ve been dying to add to my closet; a light-medium wash, 3/4 sleeve denim dress. I have a particular design in my head and a small budget to support it.

The denim dress is a HOT trend right now. Not to mention, it’s versatile and easy, making the perfect addition to my wardrobe. This piece of clothing can be worn relaxed with flats and a scarf to brunch, then dressed up with heels and a sequined clutch to the bar in the evening.

So, here is what my countless hours of online searching have produced:

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Thank you, Mom, for helping me find my fashion identity

Mothers are the earliest influencers of fashion. From the ugly, bear patterned onesie adorned in infancy, to the wedding dress worn down the aisle.I can’t thank my mother enough for helping me find my fashion identity, and realizing I don’t need a label to define me.

Parading me through Macy’s (once a Hudson’s and then Marshall Field’s) at a young age was always my favorite bonding time. We would admire the clothes and try on beautiful shoes all while gossiping about work, school, and everything in-between. It was a free space to relax and escape the day, occasionally with a new shirt or pants.

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