Favorite Fall Color

What is your favorite fall color? As much as I love olive and the different shades of burgundy and magenta, my all time favorite is mustard yellow. It is just the perfect color pop for the season and can go with much more than some may think. Even if it doesn’t match completely there are still ways to tie it in, one of my faves is with navy.

I went through a period of thinking I couldn’t wear mustard anymore with red hair. I felt like I would be a walking ketchup and mustard combo. But finally I realized I totally could wear it, now I have moved on to feeling like I can’t wear bright pink.

I know I said one of my favorites is mustard with navy, but my all time favorite is mustard over black and white print. Whether it be black and white stripes, polka-dots or plaid (and yes I have all three), a mustard sweater or cardigan just looks so fall over it. Plus top the look off with camel tan boots, flats, or heels. Like I did here:

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These loafer mules by Madewell are such a great fall piece for work and for casual wear. The pinkish tan suede make them a very versatile staple. They go with almost everything yet the pink tones make them stand out. PS – they are on sale for 60% off! I will link them below. I am hopping it will be cool enough to take out the boots soon!

I got this mustard cardigan during the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale (and it is on sale again for 40% off! Linked below). I love the balloon sleeve detail and that the sleeves are actually long enough. I am long but usually wear a small so most times long sleeves are too short on me. This one is sooo soft too! So is this v-neck that I also got from the Nordstrom sale. Actually, this entire outfit is from the Nordstrom sale! It has just been too hot to wear all together.

All items are linked here: Sweater | V-Neck | Jeans | Mules

Fall & the End of Summer

I am always so excited for fall for mostly obvious reasons like cooler weather (even though it takes forever to cool off in Southern California) and of course the fashion. Fall style is my absolute favorite because we can finally layer. Although, this year I was particularly excited for summer fashion. I think ever since Mexico last year I have just wanted to dress up in resort wear (even though I am not going anywhere…). I think my favorite thing about fall though is the feeling. The holidays are coming, all the fall decorations come out, 13 Nights of Halloween on TV (but this year on FreeForm they are doing 31 Nights of Halloween starting with Hocus Pocus on October 1st and I am SO EXCITED. Full 31 nights movie line up linked here!) I think the feelings may even be traced back as far as school days. School always starts in the fall and there was always a feeling of going back, especially in high school and college. You’re back to seeing all of your friends, football games every week, and mutual complaining about class. It is so exciting to be done with school but it is also a very nostalgic feeling, at least for me. I sometimes feel a longing to be back at school as if I missed out on so much and didn’t live it out to its full potential.

That is kind of how I feel at the end of every summer. I am so excited for fall yet I have this sort of sadness about summer being over. It goes by so quick and I feel like I didn’t get to do all of the things that I wanted to do. Every year I start off thinking it is going to be so epic and it plays out like a movie in my head at the start and it never quite looks like that at the end. How come as we get older the days go by so much faster? I know it gets hot super early but if you think of summer in calendar terms, June 21st-ish to September 22nd-ish, then there are really only 13ish weekends in summer. That means only 13 opportunities to plan fun. That may seem like a lot but count in birthdays, weddings (and all of their collective events like showers and bachelorette parties), and all other obligatory engagements we have to attend. Don’t get me wrong those are generally fun events and you get to see family or friends, but they are not events you planned for pure fun. Does that make sense? I guess I am just trying to say that we have limited weekends to jam all of our summer fun into and sometimes that can be hard at the end of summer to reflect on. Also having events every weekend makes the season go by even faster.

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I think it boils down to the seasons changing being bitter sweet. This change is so drastic. Fall is the lead into winter, spring is the lead into summer, winter to spring feels like a subtle change, but summer into fall seems so huge. It is almost like the end. I love this time of year but it may seem to go by even faster than summer all together. It is September and then all of a sudden it is back to back holidays and then a new year. One last thing and then I am done because I don’t even know if I know where I am going with this anymore. I think this summer to fall transition is harder for us in SoCal because it may be officially fall, but it is still over 90 degrees and feels like our calendar is confused. It is like we are stuck, whereas other states that actually get a real and proper fall are able to quickly hop over to the fall train and fully appreciate it.

I will get over this little funk, I think I just needed to talk it out. Maybe it all comes down to the fact that I have all of these fall clothes that I can’t wear yet and it really bums me out! It is okay. I will patiently wait for colder weather. At least my work feels like the arctic and I can wear sweaters there. Do any of you have similar feels to the summer to fall transition?

PS – Fall transition look linked here:

Tank | Shorts | Heels | Button Down (similar) | Sunnies | Belt (similar)

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Sister Tattoo!

Welp, it took me almost two weeks to reveal to everyone that I got a tattoo! Not because I was afraid to tell people, it was because I am 28 years old and was afraid to tell my parents! Haha I know, I am lame. They are not the biggest fans of tattoos but this one has a lot of meaning to me. My three sisters and I decided to get one together when we went to Vegas for the second to youngest’s 25th birthday. This wasn’t just a rash decision (kind of). We had talked about sister tattoos over a year ago I think it was. Ever since that talk it had been in the back of my mind. Ever so often I would go on Pinterest and look up small tattoo ideas and pin them on my secret tattoo board LOL!

On our drive out to Vegas, Nicole (oldest), Micaela (youngest) and I, Micaela brought the tattoos up. I mentioned one of my friend’s sister tattoos and that kind of sparked our idea. My friend’s is three triangles and their place in line by age was filled in (I hope that makes sense). So we wanted to play around with that but not with triangles. Micaela, while googling shapes, came across a pentagon. Five sides… there are five kids in our family (fifth is our brother and is between myself and the 25 year old birthday girl Tabitha). It was perfect! We would get four pentagons, one for each of us, with our place in the sister lineup filled in. (Brother is confused why he doesn’t have his own shape haha, but he won’t get the tattoo anyways so oh-well. We told him he is a line in the pentagon. But if HE DID get one, it would be the four pentagons with none of them filled in).

On Saturday we drew the tattoo on each other in the places we thought we wanted them. Tab, Micaela, and I wanted our wrists (Nicole has no room on her already tatted wrists…) and Nic decided on the back of her ankle. The plan was to get them that night on Fremont street where we would be going out after Tab got off work. Not going to lie, I was excited but more nervous than excited. Not about the pain, I knew it would hurt, but that I was going to get something on my body that would be there forever. It is a big decision I think!

The nighttime festivities came (as told in my post Dancing Queen, Only 25!) and the tattoo did not. We didn’t get down to Fremont until a little after midnight since Tabitha worked until almost 10pm. The tattoo shops closed at 2am so we just decided to go to a bar and dance. When morning came (as in the afternoon when we finally got out of bed after going to sleep at 5am) I was actually bummed we didn’t get them. This feeling proved to myself I wanted it. It was exciting that I was going to get something permanent like this with my sisters. To know that the four of us all have the same yet unique mark representing ourself and the four of us.

I think the other girls felt the same too because we decided we were going to get them still. We packed up all our stuff to leave and were planning on leaving for home right after the tattoo. Micaela found a place with good reviews, Diversity Tattoo, that conveniently had an opening 30 minutes later and their minimum price was $60 (the places on Fremont were $100 min). We got food and went on over. Our guy, Seth, was really nice and sketched our design. First try and it was perfect. When he asked who was going first the three of us youngsters pointed to Nicole. Sorry Nicole but you’re experienced with this! We went in age order. My heart was pounding so fast! Nicole’s probably took 10 minutes so I felt a little better BECAUSE I WAS NEXT! I made Nicole hold my hand when he started LOL, but then I was fine. I mean it still hurt, especially the part that was on my bone. Again though, 10 minutes and I was done. Next up was Tab. I actually thought she might cry because of the face she made. She held Nicole’s hand the whole time (she got her right wrist while Mic and I got our left). Last up Micaela.

It was official, the four of us are branded together and I was really excited! None of us wanted to tell the parents. We waited until this past Thursday when we had to because we went over there for Dakota’s (Nicole’s daughter) birthday dinner. Unplanned, Micaela and I happened to both wear long sleeves to dinner that we refused to pull up while eating even though it was spaghetti. We waited until we were all about to leave to tell them. Dad had the bigger reaction but in a not mad kind of way. He was really shocked (especially about Tab and I) and licked his thumb and tried to rub mine off LOLOL and proceeded to tell us they were lame and asked why we got houses. Dad, they are pentagons! (Sidebar: Nicole messed up and told people we got pentaGRAMS! *insert palm to face emoij* WOMAN! We are not satan worshipers get it right! PENTAGON!)

Anyways, it was fine and my dad texted me in the morning that it was actually kind of cool we got something together and he was happy it had meaning.

And that is the story folks! I am officially tatted. Guess that means I’m a bad ass now. You know, tattoo, started a blade gang, turning into a rebel over here! HAHAHA. Check it out!

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PS – This top is one of my faves and is perfect for fall and goes with either jeans or work pants AND is one sale! Linked here with LIKEtoKNOW.it 🙂

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Baseball & Fishing

Saturday night I went to the Angel game with my bffff, her fiancé and his little sister. Let’s be honest, the only reason Cher and I wanted to go to this one was because Nick Jonas was performing after the game. I also wanted to take a photo with a baseball inspired by Dani Austin LOL, just being honest here. Our seats were in a perfect spot to try our photo but throwing a ball in the air is a lot harder to get a picture of. After a million tries we got it!

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In the middle of the game Cher and I decided to go “fishing”, as in she and I were going to walk the stadium looking for attractive and eligible bachelors for me. The fish just weren’t biting because there were NONE! How could there be no cute guys at the baseball game? It was very sad. She and I are now trying to make plans to go to a brewery because according to her, hot guys go to breweries. Even though she is engaged she said she will be my wing-woman, you da best Cher!

The game was good, or we thought it was until it was almost over and I asked Cher wait, when did we start losing? Clearly we were not paying attention. We ended up losing by one, oh well, BUT AFTER WAS NICK JONAS. The stage got set up during the fireworks. When they started bringing people out we were pretty sure we saw Joe and Kevin Jonas on the field too and were so excited that all three brothers were there! Turns out they were just bandmates and we made the whole thing up. Nick did great though, but we were sad he didn’t sing a lot of his new stuff. I think he had to keep it family friendly.

All in all it was a good night. It was weird to not wear a jersey to a game but I really wanted to try a cute casual look and just wear a hat. Shop the look below! This is my favorite tank and it is on sale for $9 but hurry because sizes are selling out!

Tank | Shorts | Vans

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Dancing Queen, Only 25!

I am super late to this but Sunday was my sister’s 25th birthday. I usually post a birthday photo the day of but considering the four of us sisters were in bed at 5am made it a little difficult, but so worth it.

This last weekend was some of the most fun I have had in awhile. The kind of fun that puts you in a weird, sad funk when it is over. My older sister Nicole, youngest sister Micaela, and I drove out to Tabitha’s place in Vegas on Friday night. Saturday we just hung out and relaxed, Tab worked at 6pm. I also made Nic and Mic play dress up because the blog. The plan was to be ready and go out after Tab got home. Thankfully, they let her off at 9:30ish. When she got home and changed, we were ready to go and called an Uber. Theme of the night: Mamma Mia! A few weeks ago Tab had said she wanted to wear her Mamma Mia pants out for her birthday. These are just long flared printed pants, but we like to call them Mamma Mia pants (our current obsession). So I told her then I want some too, which of course meant Nicole and Micaela wanted them as well.

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We made quite the scene in downtown Fremont, everyone got a kick out of our loudly patterned pants. It was so much fun and we were comfortable! So much better than typical Vegas dresses. I made the girls take this slightly embarrassing photo to pose like “Donna and the Dynamos” from the movie. Despite their push back (well only one sister in particular), we got a great photo and everyone watching us do it was kind of fun. Besides, we were in Fremont, there are plenty of worse things to see people doing.

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We spent majority of our time at a bar called Commonwealth where we danced on the rooftop dance floor forever. Although it was midnight, it was still 95° outside. When we left there, all Tabitha wanted to do was karaoke the song Mamma Mia. After an attempt at a karaoke bar across the street who was doing last calls, we ended up at a piano bar called Don’t Tell Mama, or Mamas for short. It was only fitting and was right next door to Commonwealth, a sort of real life foreshadowing of how our night would end. We sat in the bar and ordered 6 waters and a Dr. Pepper and Tab wrote our names and our song request on a napkin and the waitress put it on the piano. This place is cool because all of the servers and bar tenders sing too and are really good. The two customers that were singing when we walked in were also really good… maybe you have to be good to sing here? After the customers sang, our waitress sang three songs in a row. We thought that was it until the pianist called our names. Nicole refused but Tab, Micaela, and I graciously approached the stage. We positioned Tabitha’s boyfriend in the front row to record what was sure to be the voice of angels wearing bell-bottoms.

We sang the entire song accompanied by only a piano. It was epic. All 5 people in the audience loved us. We left the stage feeling euphoric. Nicole was probably the most alert sitting at the table with all seven drinks, Tabitha’s boyfriend was too drunk and never even pressed record, and his friend was asleep at the table. We sang the last song to close the night and walked out like champions. There is no proof, so really we could have sang like Meryl Streep and Lily James themselves and none of you would know any better. Let’s go with that version.

We Ubered home, it was 4am by the time we got back. Nicole went straight to bed and Tab and Mic called a third Uber to take them through the Del Taco drive through for us. Never does Del Taco breakfast taste better than at 5am. End scene. We went to bed.

Tabitha, I cannot believe you are 25. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating my 25th birthday in Huntington Beach, now that is another lifetime. Now you are living on your own with your wonderful man in an entirely different state! The little California girl who said you would never leave. Please know that I am always so proud of you. You go for what you want in life and despite what you may think, I have always thought you were so brave. You are going to do such great things in life and I better be in your dedication in your future novel ;). I love you so much and cannot wait to see where you end up in life. Scratch that, I can wait. Let’s just never get older and live long and tell the world about all our ridiculous tales that probably only we think are funny. You are the only one who truly gets me and speaks my language and dialect of movie references and commercial quotes. Know that there is no one like you and you are so special. I hope you had an amazing birthday.

To my sisters (all ya’ll), there is no one quite like our group. I have seen sisters who are close but no one compares to us (of course I am biased but I have heard others agree). We are unique and unlike all others. Our bond is so special to me, you are my best friends. One of the biggest blessings in my life is having you goofballs as sisters. Friends that I know will be by my side always without question. Women who empower me and encourage me to always be at my best (and will occasionally be at our tragic worsts together 😉 ). There are no words to describe how I truly feel about you girls. It is simply a feeling that I know only you girls can understand. I am so proud of each of you and proud to be your sister. I love being able to brag about you all. People probably think I am annoying with how much I talk about you girls. I love you all always (yes Tab, after all this time – please comment to finish that LOL).

Weirdos forever.

XOXO -B

White After Labor Day

We all know the old phrase, “don’t wear white after Labor Day,” but do we even know why that is or how that came about? I have heard the phrase many times but never paid much attention to is besides joking that I was wearing white after Labor Day. I also mentally excluded white tops from this rule, you know if I were to even follow it. To me I always assumed white pants and dresses were the only pieces that fell into under this strange fashion restriction.

I never actually looked up why we have this “rule” until this year. It apparently took me 28 years of ignoring it to be curious enough to want to know why.  Turns out, in my opinion, it is good most people ignore this very out of date way of thinking. An article from Marie Claire, “Can You Wear White After Labor Day?: A Consensus”, opened my eyes to this silly tradition. The article read:

The “you can’t wear white after Labor Day,” rule was created to separate the old money elitists from the new money group. “It [was] insiders trying to keep other people out,” according to Valerie Steele, director of the Museum at the Fashion Institute of Technology, in an interview with Time, “and outsiders trying to climb in by proving they know the rules.” – Chelsea Peng, Marie Claire

The whole reason this “rule” was made was to separate classes, this seems ridiculous to me and very Gatsby-esq. This isn’t East and West Egg.

“For those who had money and could leave the city during warmer months, white was considered vacation attire.” Chelsea Peng, Marie Claire

When summer is over you would ideally come home from vacation and bust out your darker fall clothes to get back to school, work and life and pack away your “vacation” clothes. Such a silly rule about wearing a certain color. Glad it is 2018 and I can wear white whenever I want and not look like a social climbing, new money wannabe.

I finally got my favorite jeans in white and I love them! The Jamie from Topshop are my all time favorite jeans. They are the perfect high waist jeans and are so comfy and flattering. I have barely touched any of my other jeans since I got these and now I have blue, black, and white so I am pretty much set.

Funny story about these white ones. I wear a size 28×32 in these and Nordstrom only had a 28×30. I am tall so those would not work for me. They were on sale and said “price matched” so I figured that must mean they are on sale on the Topshop site. I was right and they had my size so I ordered them! They came in and were “sateen”… they were shiny space pants! I was so mad I did not read the description well enough. I returned them and decided I would just try on the the 30×32 at Nordstrom which were too big BUT turned out this Nordstrom had my size it just didn’t show online. So I finally got my white jeans… just in time for Labor Day! lol

I have never been one to wear white on white or off white on white (one, because I spill things, and two, I wasn’t sure if that even looked okay). I have seen a couple bloggers do it though and I really liked it! I gave it a try with my sprinkle tank and it was super cute. I also added this sweater in hopes it would make fall come sooner. I am still waiting but have a good feeling… stay tuned.

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I also added one of my favorite wedges because you cannot ruin a good look with bad shoes, duh.

Shop the look: Top (40% off!) | Jeans (50% off!) | Sweater | Wedges

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9th Wheeling It

Hi! I hope you all had a great Labor Day weekend! I did and I am sad that it is over and we are back to work. I know summer isn’t over yet but doesn’t Labor Day kind of feel like the last weekend? The next holiday I have off is Thanksgiving… Anyways, Sunday morning I went out to Palm Springs to hang with Heather and her boyfriend and their friends. We got a daybed at the Saguaro pool and it was SUCH a good time!

Our group was fun, I was totally the 9th wheel but never felt left out once. The girls mostly hung out together while the guys hung together. I feel like I need to express how great this friend group is because it just amazes me. The group of friends is THE GUYS! Heather’s boyfriend went to high school with the other three (plus two more that couldn’t make it) and all of their girlfriend’s/wives are now friends. I met them in January for Heather’s birthday and since then they have welcomed me with open arms into their group. They are such amazing people, so fun and genuine and constantly make you laugh. I love seeing friend groups like this but it is even more impressive that it is a guy friend group. I don’t know why that seems so rare to me, is that rare? I feel like guys don’t try to get together as much, or at least that is what I have seen. But these guys enjoy hanging together and having fun and including the girls (and me!) and I love it! It really makes me want to find a guy that enjoys his friends and not only wants to hang out with them, but wants me to hang out with him with them. That didn’t happen in my last relationship and spending time with this awesome group really shows me that is something that I want. I would 9th wheel them anytime!

The Saguaro was super fun though and I am happy we reserved a daybed. Last time I went in June we couldn’t even find a chair to put our bag on, we just had to put it on the ground (or more in the planter) and hope nobody took it or stepped on it. All of us girls got the fun drink cups (Heather got the watermelon and the rest of us got grapefruits) and filled them with the yummiest watermelon margaritas. We hung out at the pool for almost 6 hours (GREAT people watching) then finally paid the tab and left to get In-N-Out for dinner and then hang at home. At home we played Jenga and stayed up and talked a bit but were all asleep by 11pm. Why do we not party and day drink more often? It is great! You get to have fun but still go to bed early. Who needs to party at night when you can be done and sleep instead? We said this last night and were all that is how we know we are getting old.

Monday we just walked around downtown Palm Springs and got lunch and then desert, our favorite pineapple Dole Whip soft serve. While we ate the ice cream, one of the guys busted out Bean-Boozle, the jelly beans that either taste like something normal or something out of a garbage can. Why do they even make these vile things?! My first one I got SO lucky. I got a white which would either be coconut or spoiled milk, I got coconut PRAISE JESUS. The next three who picked a white got spoiled milk. By the second round the rule was if you spit it out you had to eat another. That round I got moldy cheese and was gagging. I chewed three times and couldn’t get it to go down so I took a drink and swallowed it like a pill. Everyone almost threw up once in this game yet we still played multiple rounds, remember how I said up there we were getting old? Maybe I need to rethink that.  Funny that a group of kids were sitting across from us watching our group of 9 almost 30 year olds gag and moan from forcing each other to play Bean-Boozle… who were the more mature ones now?

All in all it was a great weekend. It felt like a little mini vacation, we didn’t worry about anything but having a good time. I was also excited to wear my new bathing suit I got on sale when I went to the Topshop store at the Grove, I had been wanting a rainbow-ish print suit! I paired my GRL Collective Palm Springs line earrings with it and it was perfect!

Shop the look: Suit (the suit was on sale and they don’t have this one anymore but I linked a two piece in the same print BUT they don’t have a lot of sizes… the link will take you to Topshop anyways, look at their other suits! They have some good ones on sale, sorry!) | Earrings | Sunnies | Sandals

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Heather’s earrings are also from GRL Collective, linked here!
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Family Portrait – They adopted me LOL

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