I've lived in NYC for quite some time now and one thing about my wardrobe remains unchanged from day one. All black everything. My handbag, black. My jacket, black. My dress, black. My tights, black. Okay, sometimes purple. My shoes, black. And occasionally gold. I have no idea who created the NYC uniform, but I have clung to it for the last eight years. It is true black is a very flattering color. But it can also be a very boring color. Or lack thereof if you want to get technical.
I've been taking baby steps over the last year to incorporate some splashes of color into my sea of black. It's not easy, because black is a VERY popular choice for every garment type. And as I said makes any shape look amazing. But there comes a time in every NYC woman's life when appearing as if in constant mourning is no longer the goal. Here are a few suggestions to take the leap.
I've been on an inspirational quote kick lately. I'm going through a Spring Awakening of sorts. Trying to figure out some pretty key aspects of my life. As cheesy as it sounds, quotes really do help. They motivate. Inspire. Provide a little bit of encouragement. It's like having a cheerleader on retainer. Any time I feel my spirits falling a little, I tap this never-ending resource. They're everywhere. No matter what ails you. A plethora of "go get ems!" and " you can do its!" at the click of a mouse button.
We all need a little encouragement sometimes and there ain't no shame in it. Find what motivates you...
I have every studio album The Beatles released in one form or another. Only two are consistently played. Rubber Soul. And their self titled, more commonly known as The White Album. I can't explain it, but this album has been on repeat for about three weeks. Four sides, 30 tracks and 95 minutes of awesome. There is one song in particular that I have not been able to stop listening to and again, I can't explain why. For some reason this song feels new to me. I don't remember hearing it outside of listening to it on this album. I don't remember it ever being played on the 'oldies' radio station I grew up with and well...I don't listen to the radio now, so I definitely wouldn't have heard it since I moved to the city.
Now that I'm really thinking about it, maybe I can explain it. What I love about this song is the horns, more specifically, the tuba. That is a ridiculous thing to love about a song. Maybe I love something else too. The other thing I love about this song, is the lyric, "When you find yourself in the thick of it Help yourself to a bit of what is all around you..." It isn't just the words, but how Sir Paul sings it. It's just one of those things about a song I can't let it go of and find myself repeating in my head for hours. In the middle of yoga, work, spin, making dinner, walking from the train. You get the idea. I guess I could explain it...
There aren't many songs that have this kind of affect on me (coincidentally two on the same album - "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" being the second). So when I find one that does, I hold on to it.
Hope you are having a wonderful Wednesday! Almost to the weekend!
Peace, love and shoes,
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I don't have children. Am very rarely around children on purpose. And yet here I am at home on my couch, forced to work remotely, because I have pink eye. How did this happen? Who is to blame? Where is the little germ factory that infected me?
Right now, pink is my least favorite color. So I thought I would compile a list of beautiful pink things to remind me this is only temporary and I will be able to wear makeup again soon...
I have a huge problem with yoga tights. Mostly because I don't feel comfortable wearing them in public. While in the confines of my yoga studio or spin class, I'm fine. Walking to the train, not so fine. But I am determined to be ready for a bikini by the end of May, so bring on the tights. In lots of colors and patterns. As long as they make my ass look good...
I am an over-plucker. I have been for years. It's gotten to the point where my eyebrows don't even grow in certain spots anymore because I have over-plucked the life right out of the hair follicle. I've decided that it's time to fix the brows. And the only way to do that is to let them grow out, in all their crazy, hideousness, and then go to a professional and beg their forgiveness. And pray for an amazing (and affordable) brow corrector...
Spring has inspired some major changes in my beauty routine (I recently started wearing eyeliner!) so I am pretty stoked to fix the brows! What's next?
Happy Thursday!!
Peace, love and shoes,
{PL}
Are you as brow challenged as I am? Here are some helpful websites:
It occurred to me on my walk to work that rain boots have come a long way. Yes, I think about the weirdest shit when I am walking to work. When I first moved to the city I didn't truly appreciate the virtues of the rain boot. It was only after too many work days with soggy socks that I decided they were an integral part of life in the city. They were the UGLIEST pair of boots I ever owned and they didn't last long. Thank God. Now I've found my self a delightful pair of navy Tretorn rain boots that I wear with pride. They're still not as cute as some of the options I've found recently, but they're a vast improvement to the first pair.
Hope you're staying warm and dry on this rainy Tuesday morning!
Peace, love and shoes,
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