Sweaterdress: Vince (thrifted). Tights: Modcloth. Boots: Frye. Jewelry: Serefina.
When I was in high school, my friends and I had a little tradition that we’d do every year before the first football game of the season. We’d pile into somebody’s mom’s car (or, later, our friend Kim’s Subaru) and make the trek to the Mall of America. We’d walk the mall for hours, always determined to visit every store but knowing the feat was literally impossible. Giggling through the aisles in American Eagle, we’d hunt for the jeans, the sweater, the certain shade of lipgloss that would help us go back to school with a bang.
You see, the first football game of the season was always followed by the back-to-school dance- essentially a grand coming-out party. It was the opportunity for everyone to see and be seen, to observe who had made a transformation over that long, hot summer. Whether it was the grunge-loving guy who suddenly embraced Abercrombie or the quiet girl who sudden came out of her shell, there was always at least one person who shocked the crowd.
For my friends and I, the razor-sharp band geeks without a boyfriend between us, it was a chance to do things differently that year. I was always the most fervent, with the undying optimism that this was the year I’d find a boyfriend, this was the year I’d nail the lead in the school play, this was the year that I’d start moving towards my dream of a glamourous life as an actress in a big city.
It’s easy to get stuck in a rut as an adult, to become complacent that the life you’re living is as good as it’s going to get. But whenever the evenings get cooler and I reach for fall colors, I try to dig inside and find the memory of that skinny little girl sitting in the bleachers with her friends. I’m in no rush to go back to those days (oh, the hair humanity!), but her optimism and drive were so alive. I could learn a thing or two.
Photography by Pete Hopkins.
Lately I’ve been walking to the Ferry Building instead of taking a bus. It only takes ten minutes longer by foot, considering the impatient warp speed with which I walk, and the path from my apartment down to the water is one of my favorite in the city. In just forty minutes, you get to experience Pacific Heights, Nob Hill, Russian Hill, Chinatown, and the Financial District along with the interesting seams between them. Plus, the walk helps you earn the cheese samples at Cowgirl Creamery.
And yes, I did check first to make sure no cable cars were coming. Trust me- you do NOT want to mess with those drivers.
Thanksgiving may be several weeks away, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to avert my eyes from the fabulous holiday shoes at Banana Republic. Want…
Jim’s favorite thing (beer) combined with my favorite thing (pumpkins). That there is how to make a marriage work, folks.
And speaking of working, this jacket certainly does. It’s just so incredibly badass, but I love how the burgundy color softens the piece just a wee bit. Come on, Maison Scotch– have a sale for me!
There’s no trick photography here- I swear! Just the wonders that happen inside Macy’s with just the right angle and light.
Happy Wednesday, all! Anyone else have Thanksgiving recipes on the brain?
I’ve finally started wearing jackets. I know- it’s weird, especially since I grew up in frigid Minnesota. But you know how the saying goes, “Dress for the job you want, not the job you have?” I do the same thing for the weather- a part of me is convinced that refusing to wear a jacket will somehow bring on balmy weather. But when Jim confessed that he’d taken to wearing two jackets when we go out since he knew I would need one later, I decided it was time to be an adult and actually wear a jacket of my own.
My jackets are pretty much limited to two categories: stylish light jackets that provide the warmth of Kleenex or heavy coats that are meant for subzero Nordic temperatures. Clearly, it’s time to find some middle ground.
I love how the blogger styles above are so unique, from classic and polished on Style Scrapbook to military-meets-sweetness on Jennifhsieh. I haven’t found my jacket match yet, but with all this fantastic blogger inspiration, I’m sure it won’t be long.
What’s your go-to jacket style for fall? Do you balance fashion and function or tend to swing in one direction?
Images from top to bottom : Atlantic-Pacific, Jennifhsieh, Fashion Squad, Stockholm Streetstyle, Cheetah is the New Black, Style Scrapbook