A pictorial story of what I have been up to in the past week…
Living with style is more than just that trendy Burberry coat on your back, the antique table you scored at the flea market or the fancy car you dream of driving one day when you have made it. A life of style is about the way you treat your body, inside and out. A life of style is how you represent your personality through every day choices from dress to food to friends.
Following through with my resolution, I signed up for a fitness challenge at a local gym at the start of the new year. The goal; to eat right, live well and on top of it all, have fun burning some serious calories three times a week. My plan is going remarkably well, if I discount the epic soreness I have been feeling due to the shock on my body, no thanks to the drastic shift in my eating and fitness habits. As with a vast majority of my experiences, this change is good! With some research and a bit of planning, I discovered that eating healthy isn’t difficult, nor expensive or worse, boring.
To start my day, I had salad with tuna for brunch. Substituting the popular mayo/ranch dressings, I recommend topping this spring mix salad with organic tomatoes, a pinch of ground pepper and sea salt, as well as low fat shredded cheese, olive oil and freshly squeezed lemon juice. Because I’m more of a tea than a coffee person in the mornings, I washed my meal down with piping hot English breakfast tea. Sugar optional!
If there a sartorial quiz in the world with only two check boxes for East Coast sleek or West Coast street, I would check the first box in a heartbeat. I have always favored streamlined, conservative pieces over those more relaxed and dégagé. But on a mid-week road trip to L.A., I wanted to fit in, not strike out but at the same time, stay true to my style.
For the 4-hour car ride, I chose the most comfortable dress in my closet – a Rachel Roy number. I layered my outfit with my trusted gray Zara cardigan to stay warm. And for a dose of California cool, I threw on a A|X leather dress. Thanks to its versatility, I’ve been wearing it to death all winter since I can switch it up and double it as a light outerwear during the day in the unpredictable Vegas weather.
When do people stop greeting you with “Happy New Year” and when do they start to annoy us when they still do? I’m drawing the line on January 15, which should be the last day anyone should utter those 3 jubilant words before a pleasant hello and after a brief goodbye.
With that, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Oh, and hello.
Speaking of hellos, I have officially made my move to Las Vegas. After a crazy season of non-stop partying, no thanks to graduation, wedding, Christmas and New Year celebrations mashed up in the last month of 2012, I thought I’d share my last look in Kalamazoo before welcoming my updated Vegas looks. And don’t worry, considering my new coordinates, they’re not as scandalous or outrageous as they could be.
I know I have been quite the committed silent fashion blogger. For a while, I wanted to let my sartorial choices speak for themselves. There is much madness in the liberty of fashion to not restrict it with words. But I have come to realize now that words are like accessories. Sometimes we need them to pull an outfit together, to give the outfit that pinch of wit, that inch of room to breathe. So here’s the return of my voice.
As it turns out, there is no better time to announce a big news for those who don’t follow me on Facebook. Come December 16, 2012, it’s goodbye Kalamazoo and hello Las Vegas. Actually, I’ll be in New York City for a week before my big move to Nevada but that is beside the point. Yes, the irony of an honor student moving to Sin City upon graduation is not lost in me. I am only more than thrilled that I will be living under the same roof as Justin, my elder brother – something we have not done since we were teenagers.
The time to move on has been long time coming. I have never intended for Kalamazoo to be a permanent home, but a home it has been for me. Lest I forget, here’s a picture of today, of now, the view outside of the office where I’m typing, where I have been working for the past year. I’ll miss you Kalamazoo, but bigger things await me. You’ll see.