please don’t praise me for being thin

So my most recent post seemed to resonate with several of my people, particularly fellow blogger people who understand the FOMO, the ridiculousness, and sometimes the (oft self-imposed) pressure to post/buy/perform/act happy/otherwise be a successful-seeming human while sometimes feel like you’re dying on the inside. With that in mind, I’ve been thinking a lot about expectations, body image and how we discuss these topics as modern, evolved, go-get-’em-and-give-’em-hell-while-you’re-at-it women. Too...

I don’t want to be a style blogger anymore

When I started this blog eight years ago, I had no way of knowing what style blogging would become, and I really don’t think anyone could have predicted it either. All I wanted was an outlet for writing and talking about clothes, and that’s the purpose it’s served over the years. Every several months or so, I think about just shutting this thing down entirely: I’ll get really busy or...

Colombia update: expectations versus reality

So I’ve been putting off writing any kind of Colombia update because… well, because being here has been more difficult than I imagined. I’ve been waiting for my mood and attitude to change, but I figured it’s good to be honest, and I want to chronicle what’s *actually* going on with me, so here it is. I can actually track my mood changes by scrolling through the photos on my...

girl getting older

Confession: I’m 34 going on about 12, and I’m OK with that. Age is kind of a weird thing. I don’t feel defined by my age, that my own personal code of decision making or behavior isn’t what the norm dictates (“act your age”, etc.) and I’ve come to recognize and embrace that about myself. Always one to saunter comfortably towards adulthood rather than sprint towards it, I’m among very...

why I believe in slow fashion

A few of my slow fashion favorites. Top to bottom: wooden beaded necklace in Iceland, Dusen Dusen, Twelve, Teysha, Interlaced Goods, Hai Clothing. I first heard the phrase “slow fashion” at a fashion/design symposium I attended in Seattle nearly five years ago. Though I suppose I intellectually understood what it meant at the time, I didn’t really appreciate slow fashion for all that it stood for. My trip to Iceland last...