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A Moment For Flowers

May 28, 2015
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Cheesy as it sounds, I like to enjoy the little things in life. Like walking past a nursery and taking the time to step inside and pick up something bright on a humid spring day. Instantly, inside this nursery, the heat slowly disappeared and it was like the heavy air and noise of the traffic on the streets just a few feet away no longer existed. Those few moments it took for me to choose out some tulips to take home with me made all the difference on this particular day. A day that felt too hot, too overly lethargic and maybe even a little uninspiring (to say the least). Those few moments in this nursery turned everything around. I’m grateful for those moments. 

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An Ode To Childhood

May 1, 2015

How much of your childhood do you remember? How vivid are your memories? Do you get flashbacks sporadically or often? How much of your childhood influences you today? And what parts exactly? I do sometimes find myself thinking about my life now and how I envisioned my life to be back when I was say . . . 8 years old. My 8 year old self would probably be super disappointed, because I thought I was going to be prom queen at 18, married by 26 and with child by 30. And the truth is, I never went to prom (instead I went skateboarding and got stoned with my friends in a hidden nook in the valley) and I’m 27 and I am definitely not even a speckle close to saying “I DO” to anyone, let alone give birth. But you know what, my 27 year old self is totally okay with these facts. When I was 8 years old, the idea of me being 27 felt light years away. I had all the time in the WORLD to accomplish my dreams. Everything felt possible, yet my future was still one big haze in my head. I couldn’t imagine what it would actually be like to be an adult. And then all of a sudden, you wake up, and BAM . . .  there you are . . . in your mid-twenties, single, working too many hours, going on far too many bad Tinder dates, bags under your eyes feeling far too heavy, the book on your bedside table left unread for way too long, and your roommate is still taking her sweet time in the bathroom even though you are 15 minutes late to work. Where did the time go? WHERE?!? I’ve had many a moment where I’d stop and just stare at myself in the mirror and be like, “What the fuck am I doing with my life. This is not right. Say it ain’t so.” But then a little flash of sunshine sprouts up somewhere and you get on the roller coaster of happiness for a little bit, and then up and down you go all over again. But that’s just life. Not the life we expected out of ourselves when we were just kids, but life nonetheless. 

I still have so many vidid memories from my childhood that even my parents are alarmed at how well I can remember. Getting my first tutu for dance class, and pretending I had ballet shoes on everywhere I went. The grass stains on my knees as I rolled down the hill at the park and my mom yelling at me because I messed up my best pair of jeans from Limited Too. Being chased by the neighborhood dog with my sister all the way home. We even jumped the fence and I totally wrecked my knee. Building my own hut in the backyard from the leftover branches as my parents did some tree trimming. My first and last pet, a tiny tadpole. That pet didn’t last too long at all. The very first beat I made on the electronic drum set my dad kept around the house. My very first kiss in kindergarten. My first crush. Everything small felt so big at the time. Every sense we had felt extra amplified. Every feeling felt tenfold. We were so excitable. Everything mattered and had reason to be inspected. Today, as an adult living in a big city, things fly past us so fast. An hour feels like a second. Things go over our head and we don’t even realize. 

When did we start overlooking the small things? When did that switch happen exactly? And I realized that the things that we do pay attention to the most seem to lean more towards the negative. A subway ride so packed that you can hardly breathe at all. The horrible date you went on last night and can’t stop taking about to your friends with. The 5 bills you forgot to pay this month. Repeating “shit, shit shit” over and over again our heads because everything in our life just feels like complete, well, shit. When it comes down to analyzing these nit-picky situations, these things that are really so short-lived and changeable, yet so gnawing on our brains that we think they become life or death situations when really they are far, far from such a thing. As adults, have we really lost all aspects of our childhood vulnerability and imagination that getting the life sucked out ourselves has become a daily ritual we fall to so easily? 

Thank goodness for memory. Without memory we might all be a lost cause when it comes to getting our acts together and actually taking the time to enjoy the good things in life, no matter how small or how over-the-top spectacular they are. Whether they last one minute or one hour or one year or an entire lifetime. The good should never be over-looked or under appreciated. The kid version of yourself would never let that happen. He or she would hold onto that good and never let go. That’s the thing with us adults nowadays, we get let down to easily and let go to quickly. Our patience can’t stand alone very long and our grasps are too loose on everything because we never really are sure what we want. To speak the truth, there really is a lot of shit out in the world we have to deal with, and our experiences have unfortunately weakened our trust. But that’s all okay. That’s life. Just remember that things can always be put into perspective through memory and reliving. Think back to your happiest moments as a kid. What were the things that made you completely happy back then. How do those things fit into your life right here and right now? Are they even a part of your life anymore? Do you wish they still were or have you forgotten about them? Do they still make you smile? Figure out why they’re overlooked and do something to reverse this. Have no shame in indulging in the things that made you the happiest as a kid. They can make all the difference in the big picture of your life today. 

The imagination and nostalgia can be our biggest tools. Use them. 

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#ItStartedWithMom | Sunglass Hut

April 22, 2015
To celebrate the upcoming Mother’s Day (even though we will be on the other side of the states on the actual day) Natalie and I styled our favorite vintage pieces from our mom’s closet with our favorite pair of shades from Sunglass Hut. The old and the new never fit together so seamlessly than as how they do right now. Mom would be proud 🙂 And I am pretty sure she can expect a pretty little something from Sunglass Hut on Mother’s Day, as well!
I’m wearing the Vogue sunglasses and Natalie is wearing the Ray-Ban sunglasses from Sunglass Hut. 
There are so many reasons why Natalie and I love to celebrate our mom. She basically taught us everything we know! She’s nurtured our creativity from day one. She’s always made us feel beautiful and smart. And she never let a day go by where we wouldn’t learn something worthwhile. Not to mention, she taught us some really great fashion sense. I’ve always said that our mother was the reason why my sister Natalie and I have always loved getting dressed in the morning. I remember always admiring our mother’s effortless way of dressing, looking at old photos of her as a teenager, with her sisters all dressed up for a night out in the 70’s. Her style was defined by the decade she was in, but still felt totally original and timeless. Looking at those photos as a kid, I imagined myself wearing all of her outfits when I grew up. I still do. Thankfully, our mom held on to many of her favorite vintage pieces from her past for Natalie and I to play around with. When we were little, she always sketched me figurines that I would then use my crayons to draw clothing onto. Vogue, Elle and Marie Claire were in a perfect pile underneath the television set for me to take in thoroughly from front to back cover with my eyes and imagination. I dreamed to someday wear the leopard printed coat that the lady on the cover of the magazine wore. So my mom would take me shopping at the flea market so I could get a mini version of my own. Or I’d dream to sport the perfect little black dress my mom wore out to dinner with our dad every so often. So off I went to the mall with my friends and spend all of my allowance on a modern day version to wear to school. I wanted to be as elegant and beautiful as my mother. But the pieces of my mom’s that I love the most are the ones that she acquired during her travels throughout Asia, like her authentic embroidered silk kimono jackets. Our mother was always a worldly soul; an adventurer. And her wardrobe gave even more life to her stories that she told us from the places she visited. Thankfully, she lets Natalie and I raid her closet whenever we visit home, and we are able to take back to NYC a few of her beloved pieces to interpret in our own ways. We can always be sure to get our hands on something colorful and standout. Pieces that are almost works of art all on their own, like these vintage Asian silk jackets are extraordinary all on their own. Thanks mom! 
Paired with our sunnies from Sunglass Hut, we are able to take our mom’s past adventures someplace new. To me, there is nothing more special than passed memories from generation to generation. Whether these memories come in the form of a long-winded story, artfully brought to life with vivid adjectives, in the form of an eclectically patterned jacket, or in the form of a pair of sunglasses from Sunglass Hut, they will live on forever. And most importantly, #ItStartedWithMom

Looking for the perfect gift to get your mother this upcoming Mother’s Day? Check out these gorgeous sunnies from Sunglass Hut:
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That Work Grind | Taking A Chance

April 21, 2015

I get tons of emails from readers about how I came to be able to run my blog full-time successfully, still do things that creatively inspire me, and pay the bills at the same time. For me, it really was something that just happened without a plan (although I am much more organized with my work now!), and it all started with taking a chance. And yes, that chance didn’t come with a happy number in my bank account in the beginning. The struggle of balancing finances and creative fulfillment was real ever since I landed my first job after college. And as much as we try hard not to think about those bills piling up and the fact that we are always “just getting by”, these things will always be there. Paying for things is a part of the real adult world, and it by far isn’t a breeze.

When I first moved to NYC from Philly for a new job, the idea of paying more than $500 in rent was horrifying (and I still had a roommate). I had a stable position at a quick growing, on-the-radar start up company, but a stable job doesn’t mean living that NYC life was going to be glorious. I held myself back from doing a lot of things because of my mediocre paycheck (shopping, getting that extra drink with my new co-workers, skipping the movie) to save as much as I could. Add long ass hours on top of that . . . and let’s just say life was pretty crazy and exhausting. But a lot has changed since then, and paying NYC prices for rent isn’t as much as a challenge as it was before, but who knows when that may change again (hopefully not!!!). Maybe if I decided to be a doctor life would be much easier for me still right now (boring but easier), but easy was never really an option in my book. 

I quit my full-time job in NYC with a good amount of savings in the bank (thank goodness rent was cheap as heck in Philly, or this would not be the case) and a few freelance gigs on the horizon. But just enough to cover the rent and food. I went to a gym that cost $10 a month, not $80. I’d still take the late night subway home at 3am in the morning because an Uber was totally out of the question. Sometimes I’d eat ramen noodles for dinner (but I actually really liked the stuff. lol). Deciding to pursue the blog full-time was more of a way to find myself and figure out the next steps of my career. And let me tell you, the pursuit wasn’t easy in the beginning. I worked as many small paying gigs as I could that weren’t even blog related at all . . . assisting on shoots, copywriting for brands, etc. I was trying the best to keep myself busy with opportunities that I thought would help me in the long run, and that I could actually learn from. Life definitely wasn’t as fun or glamorous as Instagram can show it to be. But through all the experiences, every little job and every big job, I allowed myself to expand creatively. And my curiosity and love of storytelling drove me to focus much more on creating great content for my readers that I myself felt closely connected to. You know you love something when you do it for free. And when you have the opportunity to create a job for yourself doing the things you love, you can’t just let it pass.

Collaborating with my sister, friends and other who made me feel happy to be doing what I am doing was the most critical part of me working for myself and actually getting by. And from there, a few months down the road, the paychecks and the struggles finally found a balancing point. I feel like the more confident I felt in myself and my work, the more people respected me for it and viewed this little blog as a legit creative and social outlet. The success and work came more steadily, but I am thankful that it crept up on me not too unexpectedly nor too expectedly at all. It came naturally. It just felt good to be sought out for work as much as I myself sought work out. And all the ramen noodles and late night subway rides were all worth it in the end. I might not be living the perfect dream life still, but I feel like if I ever even got to that high point, the magic would be lost. There wouldn’t be more to work for. 

So that’s my little story in a nut shell. Just remember, that at the end of the day whatever is in your heart is what you should be doing with your life. Your path should be completely and totally your own. It should be completely passionate, especially if you are a creative type. Not something someone else has molded for you. Really, the most amazing thing is knowing that you have a choice, and the confidence that if you find yourself in a rut, you CAN actually do something about it. As long as you realize it and want it. Making the money to do what you love is another story a lot of the times, and I can only pull from my own experience, which for me was based off a cushion of savings and really putting myself out there while also being super focused on making my site the best it can be. Teamwork is key. I never would have made it without family, friends and awesome colleagues. Networking connections are important, too. And I am by far not the greatest social networking in real life. I’ll talk to you because I’m actually interested and enjoy the conversation, not really because there is an opportunity for me to gain something out of it. But you know what, sometimes saying that extra hello and an introduction to someone might be just the extra step you are missing. It could possible be the next person you collaborate with.

I always say giving yourself the opportunity to pursue what you love (no matter what the paycheck) is worth the shot. Life is lesson after lesson of trial and error. Hard work, drive and hope will get you into your groove. Everything is always worth the chance in my book. Because you never really know until you try. 

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