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wee wardrobes: diva in the making

2012-02-22T09:15:00.003-06:00

I celebrated my baby shower this past Saturday and in addition to much-needed diapers, wipes, and baby lotion, I received this too-adorable-for-words tutu onesie for my yet-to-be-named daughter. Six weeks left...

wee wardrobes: twenty-nine

2012-01-19T18:03:00.004-06:00

Trimester three. Month seven. Week twenty-nine. Day two-hundred-and-three. After months of never-ending nausea, endless exhaustion, and high hormones, I think it’s safe to say that I’m now in the homestretch. Then again, I still have 11 weeks to go, so I don’t know that I should consider 29 weeks to be ‘the homestretch.’ I had an appointment this morning, which included an unexpected (but very welcome) sonogram, so I got the chance to see the baby’s chubby face again. So. Cute. It’s been a while since my last update—four weeks to be exact—so here’s what’s been going on in my world.

My estimated due date is: Thursday, April 5, 2012. I am 29 weeks pregnant today and have 11 weeks (or 77 days) remaining.

According to WhatToExpect.com, the baby is the size of: a small cabbage, at 17 inches and 2.9 pounds. But according to my sonographer, my baby is 3 pounds, 10 ounces. Hm. I guess I should be expecting a 10-pound baby…

So far, I’ve gained: 26 pounds. All I can say is, “Yikes!”

My sleep habits: What sleep? The trips to the bathroom every five minutes have the tendency to disrupt my sleep, so most days I feel like a zombie. A waddling, overly-hormonal, pimple-faced, big-breasted, constantly-urinating zombie.

My eating habits: are apparently helping create a plump baby. I had my glucose test a few weeks ago and it was negative for gestational diabetes, but my iron is a wee bit low (which explains the fatigue, shortness of breath, and ice cravings I’d been experiencing for the last month).

My exercise habits: have left me hanging my head in shame. But it’s seventy degrees today and the weather will be somewhat decent the next few days, so maybe I can start hitting the walking trails—or maybe the treadmill.

My wardrobe: is now secondary to that of my unborn daughter. I’ve been oohing and ahhing over baby girl clothes (and shoes and hair accessories) for the last few months, which has left little time for lusting over clothes for my own wardrobe. But make no mistake, I definitely miss my pre-pregnancy clothes (and pre-pregnancy body) and am counting down the time until I can (hopefully) get back in them.

The baby’s movements: are still strong and frequent, but I guess I’ve gotten used to her elbow jabs and knee kicks. We had a sonogram last week and the sonographer mentioned how active the baby is, and it took a while for my OB to get a good listen at the baby’s heartbeat at my appointment two weeks ago because she was moving around so much.

Micah: is still excited about his baby sister, still asks every other day if ‘the baby’s coming out,’ and still constantly has his hands on my belly to feel her movements.

I feel: sluggish, which is nothing new. I keep saying I’d much rather be sleep-deprived from an up-all-night newborn baby, than sleep-deprived from being unable to sleep from an oversized abdomen and countless trips to the bathroom.

One thing I really miss is: being able to walk past a mirror without feeling the impulse to inspect my stomach for stretch marks. The count is zero so far, but I still have 11 weeks until my due date.

One thing I really look forward to is: not being pregnant. I absolutely adore my baby girl already, but this pregnancy thing is for the birds. I’m just ready for her to be here.

My ‘wee wardrobes’ Want of the Week is: Monthly Onesie Stickers [LittlePrintsParties, $4]. I’m all about the ladybug theme for the baby, so I would love to have these. Regrettably, I stopped doing monthly pictures for Micah after about three months, but I think these stickers would be incentive to track the baby’s entire first year.

words sans wardrobes: top 11 in 2011

2011-12-31T17:45:00.001-06:00

Wow. What a difference a year makes. This was an exciting year for me, but I’m certain that 2012 will be even better. I would like to thank all of you for supporting words & wardrobes, especially through my moments of periodic posting. It means more to me than words can explain. I wish each and every one of you a happy and healthy new year and hope 2012 is everything you hope for. With that said, here’s a look back at eleven highlights from my 2011:

I celebrated a milestone birthday.

I met designers Robert Rodriguez, Jason Wu, Tracy Reese, and Rebecca Taylor…plus author Kate Betts.

I finally attended the annual fashion show of my favorite local nonprofit organization.

I divulged a secret. The response was overwhelming.

I announced the soon-to-be new addition to the family (only three months—or 96 days--to go! Eeek!)

I celebrated the first anniversary of words & wardrobes.

I was nominated for CBS DFW Most Valuable Blogger, won Pop Goes the City’s Show Us Your Style Contest, and was featured on CNN.com.

I took a much needed vacation to New Orleans (where I discovered a budding interest in photography).

I had a fight with a glass coffee table (and lost), which isn’t necessarily a highlight, but was kind of hilarious nonetheless.

I confessed my dreams—and what I need to do to make them a reality.

I called out brands for the lack of diversity in the fashion industry.

From a new baby to a new business, there are exciting things on the horizon for me in 2012. I hope you'll join me on the journey...

wee wardrobes: twenty-five

2011-12-22T12:47:00.003-06:00

In case you missed the announcement on Twitter, my maternal instincts were correct—the little one doing gymnastics in my uterus is a girl. Even though I was pretty sure from the beginning that it was a girl, I can’t believe I’m going to have a daughter! I’m excited…and terrified…and all of these other things that I almost can’t put into words at the moment. She’s not even here yet and I feel like my life has changed in so many ways…and I like it. Now, without further ado, here’s what’s been going on with me and The (Baby Girl) Bump.

My estimated due date is: Thursday, April 5, 2012. I am 25 weeks pregnant today and have 15 weeks remaining.

According to WhatToExpect.com, the baby is the size of: an eggplant, at nine inches and 1.7 pounds.

So far, I’ve gained: 18 pounds. I gained a bit of weight at one point, but I think I’ve hit a plateau because I haven’t gained much of anything over the last few weeks.

My sleep habits: are actually bearable at the moment. Other than the countless number of trips to the bathroom, I don’t have any complaints in the sleep department.

My eating habits: include cup after cup of Sonic ice, much to the disappointment of my OB—and my dentist. I already had a long-standing love affair with Sonic ice before my pregnancy, but it has since turned into a full-blown obsession, especially since it seems to be the only thing that gets rid of the metallic taste I mentioned three weeks ago.

My exercise habits: er, no comment.

My wardrobe: is now something I complain about on a daily basis. I still despise the idea of buying clothes for such a temporary stage, but my collection of accessories is definitely growing.

The baby’s movements: are getting stronger and a few of her kicks have actually stopped me in my tracks, but despite her karate kicks, I can’t deny that I still get giddy every time she moves. Every. Single. Time.

Micah: will be going to a Big Sibling class in January or February. I think it will be fun for him and help him get a grasp on the changes that will be coming soon.

I feel: like a Dalmatian. Between the acne on my face and the breakouts on my back, I have more spots than all 101 Dalmatians combined and I sometimes half-expect Cruella de Vil to come for me in my sleep. I mean, pre-pregnancy, Neutrogena wasn’t beating down my door begging me to endorse their skincare line or anything, but then again, twenty-five weeks ago, Micah couldn’t play connect-the-dots with my bacne.

One thing I really miss is: my pre-pregnancy wardrobe. This whole ‘dressing the bump’ for cold weather is a bit frustrating, considering the fact that I’ve struggled to dress my ‘non-bump body’ during past cold weather seasons. Winter is not my friend. Boo.

One thing I really look forward to is: decorating her nursery. I think The Boyfriend and I have finally decided on a theme, so I’m ready to get started on it.

My ‘wee wardrobes’ Want of the Week is: Dr. Seuss’s Beginner Book Collection [Amazon, $27]. I had so many Dr. Seuss books when I was a kid, so this would be perfect for Micah and the baby to have.

wee wardrobes: twenty-two

2011-12-01T22:23:00.008-06:00

If you follow me on Twitter, you may have seen me mention that I’ll be making some changes to words & wardrobes in the near future. I’ve been working hard on this new ‘venture,’ hence the lack of posts, but I’m excited to share with you guys soon. Anyway, another week, another update. I’m kind of amazed at how this pregnancy seems to be speeding by—April will be here before I know it. But for now, let’s talk about Week 22.

My estimated due date is: Thursday, April 5, 2012. I am 22 weeks pregnant today and have 18 weeks remaining.

According to WhatToExpect.com, the baby is the size of: a spaghetti squash at one pound and eight inches.

So far, I’ve gained: 15 pounds. I’m really hoping that the weight gain is due the baby growing and not due to poor eating habits on my part.

My sleep habits: are still okay. At this point, I’ve come to accept that tossing and turning is just part of my nightly sleep routine. I’m used to it. A few weeks ago, I was waking up around four in the morning and realized that maybe I was going to bed too early (and by early, I mean the same time as Micah…which is 8 o’clock. Yes, this pregnancy has turned me into a 30-year-old living in a 70-year-old body.). So I started staying up a few hours later, which kept me from waking up in the middle of the night staring at the ceiling and counting sheep.

My eating habits: are back to normal after Thanksgiving Thursday (plus two days of leftovers). But is it bad that I’m already counting down the days until Christmas?

My exercise habits: are still nonexistent. My body feels heavy, so I feel lazy. And it’s getting cold out.

My wardrobe: is all about loose-fitting tops. Pre-pregnancy, I wore fitted tops and tucked-in tops, but those are a no-go since my abdomen is now the shape of a mini basketball. These days, it’s all about baggy.

The baby’s movements: now involve using my bladder as a trampoline. Yeah, not a good feeling. The flushing toilet has become the soundtrack of my life. And I’m pretty sure that at this point, I could single-handedly keep Angel Soft in business.

Micah: is very affectionate towards my belly. It is the cutest thing. He’s always rubbing it and kissing it and asking, “Is the baby moving?” I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: the kid is going to be one awesome big brother.

I feel: apprehensive. I still have a while before my due date, but I’m actually nervous about giving birth this time around. I don’t know if it’s because this pregnancy is so much different than my first (so I’m expecting labor and delivery to be completely different too) or if it’s because I do way more research on pregnancy now that I did when I was pregnant with Micah. Either way, I expect the feeling to pass.

One thing I really miss is: my pre-pregnancy taste buds. Since I was about six weeks pregnant, I’ve had this weird metallic taste in mouth that affects everything I eat and drink. It’s one of the worst side effects of pregnancy (I had it almost the entire time I was pregnant with Micah) and I envy any pregnant woman that doesn’t have to deal with ‘metal mouth.’

One thing I really look forward to is: the spring. I know, I know. Winter isn’t even here yet (it was almost 70 degrees in Dallas today!), but I am seriously dreading the forthcoming cold weather—as usual. Perhaps my early April due date has something to do with my eagerness to bypass the snow and ice of the upcoming months and welcome April showers and May flowers.

My ‘wee wardrobes’ Want of the Week is: a Birthday Keepsake [Birthday Keepsakes, $10]. I bought one of these and framed it for Micah shortly after he was born and it’s been hanging on the wall in his room ever since. It has your baby's stats on it, plus facts like news headlines the week your baby's born and a 'Best of' section for your baby's birth year. It’s neat to have a memento of the time when your child was born and I can’t wait to get one for Baby #2.

[JEANS: Target; TOP: Old Navy; SHOES: Bakers; BRACELETS: Forever 21; CLUTCH: Thrifted; NECKLACE: New Orleans Flea Market]

wee wardrobes: twenty-one

2011-11-24T19:10:00.003-06:00

Before I say anything, let me say Happy Thanksgiving! (Can you believe 2011 is already almost over?!) I’ve finished my Thanksgiving meal and keep alternating between lounging on the couch and waddling to and from the kitchen trying to decide if I want to try to stuff more food in my mouth (although I’m certain my stomach can’t handle another morsel of food at this point). I’m not complaining, though—I’ve been able to spend the day with my favorite people so I am a happy woman. I think some of that happiness can be chalked up to the fact that have passed the halfway point in my pregnancy--it's a good feeling. So. Ready to talk baby?

My estimated due date is: Thursday, April 5, 2012. I am 21 weeks pregnant today and have 19 weeks remaining.

According to WhatToExpect.com, the baby is the size of: a banana at 7 inches and 11 ounces.

So far, I’ve gained: 12 pounds. I’m not as spastic about my weight gain as I was last week. All I can do is eat right, exercise and remember that my body is housing a rapidly growing, banana-sized human being at the moment.

My sleep habits: have started to improve. It’s hard to get comfortable (even with a body pillow) so I toss and turn a lot, but for the most part, I’m able to get a decent (and uninterrupted) night’s sleep. Plus, I sometimes manage to squeeze in a quick nap during the day, so I’m sure that helps.

My eating habits: don’t matter today. With a kitchen full of turkey, ham, dressing and gravy, deviled eggs, greens, corn, yams, and cornbread, I can’t bring myself to worry about poundage or calories. Although I am worried that the baby might not have much room to move around at the moment due to the insane amount of food I devoured earlier. No, I’m kidding. Sort of.

My exercise habits: ceased to exist this week. Normally I exercise after I drop Micah off at school, but he’s been out of school all this week, so I’ve been sleeping in instead of walking. I plan to start back up next up (I’ll have to bundle up, though. It’s going to be chilly!).

My wardrobe: consists of what’s comfortable, which usually means anything elastic and loose-fitting. Take today for example—notice how there’s no picture today? Yeah, that’s because I look like I should be inducted into the Hot Mess Hall of Fame. I’m wearing one of The Boyfriend’s long-sleeved shirts, a pair of athletic shorts I’ve had since high school, mismatched socks (one of which is blue, due to the fact that I accidently washed it with a load of denim jeans a while back), and glasses. And let’s not even get started on the hair. I can’t. I just…can’t.

The baby’s movements: have me thinking that this is going to be one laid-back baby. Movement is still pretty predictable, but sometimes when I want to know that Baby is doing okay, I’ll lay on my side for a minute, which gets those movements going for some reason.

Micah: alternates between being excited about the baby and being completely indifferent. I really try to prepare him—I guess it’ll get easier as my due date approaches. I don’t want him to feel left out, but my heart tells me he’s going to be okay with a new baby around.

I feel: mellow. I’m used to feeling to spastic and hormonal and moody (usually all at once), but right now, I just feel…happy. Maybe it’s the holiday. Maybe it’s the fact that I can’t think about anything but my bloated belly right now. Or maybe it’s the fact that this has just been a good week. Whatever it is, it has me feeling pretty content right now. I like that.

One thing I really miss is: my common sense. Pregnancy brain is real, people. You’re forgetful and clueless and dim-witted (or is that just me?). Your once-clever retorts are replaced with blank stares and you suddenly want a refund on your college education. Nineteen more weeks, Jones. Nineteen more weeks.

One thing I really look forward to is: being able to eat more without feeling like my innards are being squished. Can you tell I really want to get another helping of food? Because I do. Bad.

My ‘wee wardrobes’ Want of the Week is: a custom-made, hand-stamped sterling silver ring with the names (or birth dates) of my kids [MommyJewelry, $68]. If I don’t wear any other jewelry, I almost always wear a ring, so I would love to have one with Micah’s name and the name of his soon-to-be sibling.

words sans wardrobes: daddy's little girl

2011-11-23T09:05:00.001-06:00

He’s the first man I ever loved—and the first man who ever loved me.

He’s the man from whom I inherited my strong nose, my gap-toothed grin, and my bowlegged walk—three things I loved as a child, hated as a teenager, then learned to love again as an adult.

He’s the man whose shoulders I cried on for a week straight during junior year of high school when I missed qualifying for the state track meet by three-tenths of a second—and his proud arms are the ones I enthusiastically ran to when I finally qualified the following year.

He’s the man who fixed my flat tires, made sure my oil changes were up-to-date, and let me borrow his car whenever mine was in the shop—although I think he’s secretly glad I have a new mechanic, in the form of The Boyfriend.

He’s the man who told me I was beautiful, talented, intelligent. He’s the man who helped build my self-esteem and self-confidence. He’s the man who convinced me that I could be anything I wanted to be. He’s the man who taught me to never allow anyone else to determine my self-worth. He’s the man who fiercely believed in my dreams and abilities—even when I didn’t believe in them myself.

He’s the man who taught me how I should be treated by the opposite sex—and the only one I knew I could count on to never break my heart.

He’s the man I fervently pleaded with God not to take away from me nearly five years ago when he was in the hospital suffering from an unknown medical condition—and although he’s happy and healthy today, I was finally forced to confront the issue of parental mortality.

He’s the man who rushed me to the hospital when I was in labor with my firstborn child—and I have never seen him drive so fast in my life.

He’s the man who has been with me through thick and thin, good times and bad, laughter and tears—and has always helped me put things in perspective.

And for my entire life—or at least since I could talk—he’s the man I’ve called Dad.

When I was younger, I always thought that the older I got, the less I would need him. I thought I would graduate from high school, graduate from college, and conquer the world, cloaked with an armor of independence. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I think I’ve needed him more over the last 12 years of my life than I did the first 18 years. Poor grades, broken bicycles, and teenage hormones were nothing compared to colossal career failures, adult heartbreaks, and quarter-life crises.

When I was at my lowest, he shared my sorrow. When I was high with happiness, he shared my elation. When I was low on funds and could only afford a three-dollar birthday card, he accepted that card with the excitement of a million-dollar lottery ticket holder—and then carefully stored it in the file cabinet that houses every single other birthday card I’ve ever given him (handmade and store-bought), in addition to newspaper clippings (authored by yours truly), poetry from my younger years (when I thought I was a mini-Maya Angelou), and quite a few other sentimental pieces that only a proud father would treasure.

School plays. Parent-teacher conferences. Birthdays. Track meets. He never missed one, and as I type this, tears are rolling down my cheeks—happy tears, grateful tears, proud tears. Tears for every single memory I can recall, tears for the sport we shared that strengthened an already unbreakable bond, tears for the man who has forever changed my life.

Violette DeSantis is quoted as once saying, “Hopefully we were all Daddy’s Little Girl. He was, and hopefully still is, wrapped around our little finger…not to take advantage of, but more just for the comfort of knowing he is there.” Sometimes I wonder what my life would have ended up like had he not been there. Sometimes I wonder what things would be like if my prayers weren’t (positively) answered back in 2007. But most of the time, I’m just appreciative of the fact that he’s here. Now.

So happy birthday to my confidant, my voice of reason, my hero, my role model, my biggest cheerleader, and my number one fan.

I love you, Dad. You the man.

Love,
Your Little (or Not-So-Little) Girl

wardrobe recap: audacious launch event

2011-11-18T20:16:00.015-06:00

If you’re a long-time reader of words & wardrobes, you know that I’m all about statement jewelry. I mean, I like simple pieces too, but there’s nothing like a bold piece of jewelry to accessorize a basic outfit. So when I received a tweet about the launch of a local accessories company—Audacious Accessory Collection—I jumped at the opportunity to get my hands on some eye-catching jewelry and, despite my recent complaints about feeling fatigued, tired, and just straight exhausted, I managed to be first in line at the event…and let me tell you, K.C. (the owner, who was beyond nice) did not disappoint. As a matter of fact, the only thing that was disappointing was the fact that I didn’t have more cash on hand (well, that and the fact that I had to decline the complimentary cocktails). From hats (fedoras, to be exact) to handbags (specifically, clutches) to gorgeous jewelry, Audacious had it all—and prices were very reasonable. I spend most of my time eyeing the stunning layered pearl necklace above, amongst other things, but I ended up taking home two silver rings, pictured at the bottom of the post. I’ve been stalking the Audacious website, though, and can’t wait to get some more things, especially since Christmas is right around the corner…

Like what you see? Want to see more? Check out www.audaciouscollection.com.

wee wardrobes: twenty

2011-11-17T17:44:00.007-06:00

After weeks of nonstop nausea, fatigue, and mood swings, I’ve reached the halfway point in my pregnancy (and my body has traded in the aforementioned symptoms for a whole new set of discomforts). The second trimester is supposed to be the “easy” trimester, but I’m still sluggish, moody, and have reached a point where I can no longer make a move without grunting. The lack of motivation is the worst. Last week I created an editorial calendar so that I could get on a more consistent blogging schedule. This is my first post this week, so you can see how well that worked out. In my defense, I had a really busy weekend—Micah’s fall festival at school sandwiched between a launch event and a fashion show on Saturday, and a birthday party for one of Micah's classmates on Sunday. It doesn’t sound very hectic, but when your usual get-up-and-go has gotten up and left, it doesn’t take much to feel pooped. Nevertheless, I’ve made it to the halfway point and I’m excited to give you guys another update.

My estimated due date is: Thursday, April 5, 2012. I am 20 weeks pregnant today and have 20 weeks remaining.

According to WhatToExpect.com, the baby is the size of: a mango (still), but a tad bigger at 6.5 inches and 10 ounces.

So far, I’ve gained: 11 pounds. I managed to gain 3 pounds this week, which has me a bit spastic. I mean, am I having a baby or a baby elephant? With Micah, I gained 30 pounds, most of which was gained closer to the end of the pregnancy. So a sudden gain of three pounds now has me nervous to hop on the scale. Sigh.

My sleep habits: aren’t much better than they were last week. I still wake up around 4 o’clock in the morning and lay in the dark for a while, then get drowsy and fall asleep again—right before it’s time to wake Micah up and get him ready for school.

My eating habits: need to be reassessed. Seriously. I’m convinced that I have gestational diabetes (which also has me a bit spastic), but I haven’t had it confirmed yet (and yes, I self-diagnosed—thanks to Google and WebMD. Don’t judge me.). It’s definitely something I’m going to bring up at my next appointment. As I mentioned last week, I tend to snack instead of eat meals, but apparently I really need to modify my diet. Oh joy.

My exercise habits: still include walking, but I’ve been looking into prenatal yoga. I figure it might be one more thing that’s beneficial when Labor Day rolls around. I’m still a bit fatigued so I cut my walking mileage from three to two this week. I wonder if that played a role in my weight gain. Hmmm.

My wardrobe: is growing slightly since I’m finally starting to buy bigger (non-maternity) clothes. I’m only halfway through my pregnancy and I already can’t wait to get back to my pre-pregnancy wardrobe.

The baby’s movements: are getting stronger and can be felt from the outside. The baby was on the move yesterday morning…and again at lunch time…and again during my nap. We’re really going to have to work on the timing, kid.

Micah: finally felt the baby move. He was so excited. He loves rubbing my belly and still asks, “Is the baby coming out now?” on a daily basis. He refers to the baby as Baby Micah and insists that the baby is going to look just like him. I think he’s going to be a great big brother.

I feel: pregnant. And by pregnant, I mean uncomfortable. And gargantuan. And sick. Basically, I feel like my body has been hijacked. Twenty more weeks to go, Jones. Twenty more weeks.

One thing I really miss is: living a life without lists. During pregnancy, there are lists galore—there’s the list of things you shouldn’t eat, the list of things you shouldn’t drink, the list of things you shouldn’t do, the list of things you shouldn’t use. So, yeah, I’m feeling a bit restricted these days. Oh well. At least it’s temporary.

One thing I really look forward to is: looking at baby names. We still don’t know if the little one is a boy or a girl, so The Boyfriend and I will look at names for both. So in addition to my monthly magazine reads, my nose is now buried in baby name books (or websites).

My ‘wee wardrobes’ Want of the Week is: the ‘My Mom doesn’t want your advice!” onesie [CafePress, $16]. The amount of unsolicited advice that comes with pregnancy is teeny compared to the heap of advice you get once the baby gets here. This onesie gets the point across without having to say a word. Besides, who’s going to argue with an chubby, adorable baby?

[JEANS, SWEATER, and NECKLACE: Target; SHOES: Bakers; BRACELETS: Forever 21; RING: Audacious (purchased at the launch event on Saturday); HANDBAG: Mimi Boutique]

moo-vin' on up...

2011-11-11T12:50:00.004-06:00

…to Moo Business Cards, that is. For nearly a year, I’ve been using Moo Mini Cards but when I ordered new cards a few weeks ago, I decided to forgo the tiny cards and replace them with the full-size version. I was somewhat hesitant because I thought the Business Cards might be a bit ‘cumbersome’ compared their miniature counterparts, but I really like the bigger size (and the extra white space on the front of the card). I have a pretty packed calendar over the next few weeks—volunteering, fashion shows, preview parties—so these cards will definitely come in handy, especially tomorrow night…

wee wardrobes: nineteen

2011-11-10T17:12:00.002-06:00

When I announced my baby news (and followed up with the details) five weeks ago, I pledged to keep the baby babble to a minimum. Yeah, that’s kind of hard to do. Fortunately, I have some really awesome readers who have e-mailed me requesting updates on the little one in my tummy, whom we’ve dubbed Baby G. (‘G’ is The Boyfriend.). Ready to hear some babbling?

My estimated due date is: Thursday, April 5, 2012. I am 19 weeks pregnant today and have 21 weeks (or 147 days) left—and believe me, I’m counting. It’s hard to believe that I’m only a week away from being halfway through the pregnancy.

According to WhatToExpect.com, the baby is as big as: a mango (6 inches, .5 pounds).

So far, I’ve gained: 8 pounds. I expect that number to rise rapidly as we approach Thanksgiving. And Christmas. And New Year’s.

My sleep habits: are kind of craptastic at the moment. Between trying to find a comfortable sleeping position, going to the restroom every five minutes, and feeling the baby doing acrobatics in the middle of the night, I’ve had a hard time resting. Plus, I tend to wake up around 4 o’clock every morning…for absolutely no reason at all (other than the fact that I just can’t get back to sleep). I’m pretty sure you could stuff a week’s worth of groceries in the bags under my eyes.

My eating habits: are pretty unusual. I’ve been sticking to a lot of the same foods and snacks lately. I’ve always been more of a snacker, and that hasn’t changed much. Because the baby’s growing, all of my internal organs are shifting and compressing and all these other things that make it hard to eat more than a bit of food at a time.

My exercise habits: include a three-mile walk…when the weather permits. When I was pregnant with Micah, I walked every day and I think it really helped with my labor and delivery. As a matter of fact, I was in the middle of my daily walk when I went into labor with Micah…

My wardrobe: is collecting dust. I’ve looked at maternity clothes, but I hate the idea of buying something that won’t be part of my wardrobe six months from now (or a year from now). I’ve visited a few thrift stores for maternity clothes on the cheap, but I haven’t really found anything yet.

The baby’s movements: are predictable. I pretty much know what times of day to expect the in utero gymnastics sessions, but I’m not complaining.

Micah: is excited and asks every other day (while playing with my belly button), “Is the baby coming tomorrow?” Poor kid. I’ve explained that there’s still a long time before the baby comes, but he hasn’t quite grasped the concept of time just yet.

One thing I really miss is: having energy. Although I feel better than I did during the first trimester, I’m still experiencing a lot of fatigue. That’s not a good thing when your six-year-old has the type of everlasting energy that would put the Energizer bunny to shame.

One thing I really look forward to is: finding out the gender. I was supposed to find out this week, but now I have to wait a bit longer. Hopefully, I’ll find out before Thanksgiving. As cliché as it sounds, I don’t have a preference, but as I mentioned before, I’m convinced this one is a girl. But I’m ready to find out for sure so I can start buying baby clothes instead of just eyeing them from afar every time I set foot inside a clothing store…

[SWEATER: Zara; JEANS: Old Navy; SHOES: Bakers; CLUTCH: Thrifted]

reese's pieces

2011-10-27T17:37:00.002-05:00

Despite the fact that Halloween is right around the corner, the title of today’s post isn’t referring to chocolate and peanut butter candy. The ‘Reese’ I’m talking about is Tracy Reese, clothing designer extraordinaire. And the ‘pieces’ I’m talking about are the dresses, cardigans, and blouses from her three—yes, three!—collections: Tracy Reese, Plenty, and frock! by Tracy Reese. Although today was a pretty busy day—I had an early morning doctor’s appointment and Micah had a late afternoon doctor’s appointment—I was not going to pass up the chance to stop by Neiman Marcus to meet her and view her latest collection. Her pieces are the epitome of femininity and if my income was unlimited (or at least much higher than what it is now), I would own pieces from all three of her collections. In addition to being a brilliant designer, she’s also a really nice, down-to-earth person. I didn’t get to take as many pictures as I would have liked, but I’m still appreciative of the opportunity to meet her—and I would love to be first in line if she ever decided to collaborate with fashion bloggers…

weekday wardrobe: pumps and a bump

2011-10-13T17:09:00.009-05:00

One of the frustrating things about pregnancy is that you have to temporarily restrict (or at least limit) a lot of things—caffeine, alcohol, sushi. Sigh. But one thing I haven’t given up—at least not yet—is my stilettos, equilibrium be damned. I’m in my fourth month, so the bump isn’t protruding the way it will be in another four months, so I’m rocking the heels while I can. I’m also quickly becoming BFFs with all things elastic, seeing as how the rapid expansion of my waistline has starting making my clothes a bit uncomfortable. This skirt has an elastic waistband and I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to wear this sweater when my stomach gets bigger, so I think I’m off to a good start with this whole dressing-the-bump-for-cooler-weather thing.

[SWEATER, BELT, RINGS, and BRACELET: Forever 21; SKIRT: Thrifted; SHOES: Bakers; CLUTCH: Express; NECKLACE: New Orleans Flea Market]

weekday wardrobe: we be bumpin'

2011-10-07T12:11:00.005-05:00

Whew! The cat is finally out of the bag, and I couldn’t be more relieved. First, let me thank you all for your congratulations and well wishes. I have been DYING to tell you guys for weeks, especially because updates were becoming so rare--I didn’t want you guys to think I wasn’t interested in blogging anymore. I struggled with fatigue and morning sickness (mainly because for me, it was 24-hour sickness), so I’ve pretty much been confined to the couch for the last two-and-a-half months. Every time I thought the nausea was subsiding, it would come back with a vengeance, so I was in pretty bad shape for my birthday…and Micah’s birthday…and The Boyfriend’s birthday. I’ve finally turned the corner, though (knock on wood) and I’m excited about getting back to words & wardrobes.

So let’s talk details: I’ve just entered the second trimester—I’m 14 weeks along, to be exact. I’m going to admit that trying to convert weeks into months confuses the hell out of me, but I think 14 weeks equates to 3-and-a-half months (or maybe I’m entering my fourth month. See?! I have absolutely no clue about weeks-to-months conversions!) The baby is due at the beginning of April and we’re scheduled to find out in early November if this belly is Team Testosterone or Team Estrogen (The Boyfriend is thinking ‘snips and snails’ but my instincts, aforementioned debilitating nausea, and the unsightly acne that has suddenly taken up residence on my face are SCREAMING ‘sugar and spice’).

I’m telling you, people, it’s excitement all around these parts. From The Boyfriend to the soon-to-be grandparents and siblings to the proud mama typing these words, April can’t come fast enough. I’m so glad to finally be able to let you guys in on this exciting chapter of my life, but rest assured, I won’t be bore you with too much baby talk…or at least I’ll try really hard not to. I mean, have you seen how cute some of those onesies are?!

[DRESS: Forever 21]

another confession (if you can read between the lines*)

2011-10-06T16:09:00.001-05:00

Once again, I must offer up my sincerest apologies for the sporadic postings as of late. I know that it’s been one pregnant pause after another, punctuated with promises to update more often, but I must confess that for the last 14 weeks, I’ve been struggling with fatigue that has had me wishing on more than one occasion that I had the everlasting energy of my 6-year-old (or at least the ability to bottle it and sell it to folks like me who are constantly exhausted). Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not whining like a child, nor am I trying to pacify you with a half-hearted apology. This blog is my baby and I have already begun to see the fruits of my labor in the form of loyal readers. I’m absolutely positive that this is just a temporary bump in the road and that with a little push, I’ll be back on top of things in no time. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve been craving Italian food, so I’m headed to the kitchen for a big plate of spaghetti with Prego sauce…

*Don’t worry if you can’t read between the lines. I’ll spell it out for you tomorrow…

weekday wardrobe: fluorescent (finally!)

2011-09-19T16:34:00.004-05:00

Contrary to what my three-week absence may imply, I’m not dead. (Obviously.) Nope, this wasn’t an intentional break. Micah and I have finally gotten back into the back-to-school groove, so I’m ready to get back into the blogging-more-consistently groove. I’ve missed blogging. And I’ve missed you guys. So first I’d like to welcome my new followers, lurkers, and commenters. I’d also like to thank everyone for the birthday wishes. It’s been over three weeks and sometimes I still can’t believe I’m thirty years old. Exciting! But enough about me—let’s talk about the important stuff. Like the clothes. I wore this to brunch yesterday with Micah and The Boyfriend. I’m not over my obsession with mixing prints just yet so I mixed THREE prints—gingham (neon, no less), leopard, and cheetah. It’s kind of one of those looks that’s cute in theory, but seems a bit…off…in reality. (I think it was the bunching of the top underneath the sweater.) I’d wear it again though. Thoughts?

[words of advice: Don’t be afraid to double up on bright colors; pairing them with a neutral can tame the look and keep it from being too over-the-top.]

[SKIRT: Zara; TOP: J.Crew; SWEATER and RING: Forever 21; SHOES: Enzo Angiolini]

three-oh

2011-08-27T23:24:00.002-05:00

I turned 30 today. I don’t feel any different than I did when I turned 29 last year or 28 the year before. I’m not exactly where I wanted to be at the age of 30, but I’m okay with the progress I’ve made. Besides, I really can’t complain. I’ve lived a pretty good life so far and I’ve accomplished a few things that I’m pretty proud of. For example…

1. I created a family. It’s not nuclear. It’s not conventional. But it’s mine. For nearly six years, Micah and I have been our own little family.

2. I graduated from high school. After four years of typical teenage angst, I crossed the stage with my diploma—and never looked back…until my 10-year class reunion.

3. I graduated from college. It took longer than I had ever planned, but I did it. Despite struggles with College Math, homesickness (during my two-year tenure in Oklahoma), and a little intermission I like to call Micah, I managed to earn a degree to put next to my diploma.

4. I earned a track scholarship. For a very long time, my life revolved around running. I practiced two or three times a day, all four seasons, without fail. And it paid off…by paying for my education.

5. I became a bonafide journalist. I had the academic credentials and after volunteering to author columns for the Dallas Morning News, I had the professional qualifications. I’d penned pieces on single motherhood, pregnancy discrimination, and self-love.

6. Then I got paid to write. I freelanced—which came with bylines…and an actual paycheck.

7. I learned to drive. I guess it’s not much of an accomplishment and I didn’t doubt that it would ever happen, but I passed Driver’s Ed with flying colors.

8. I traveled the country. I’ve been on the East Coast. I’ve been on the West Coast. I’ve been up north. I’ve visited the Midwest. But two places I’d like to cross of my list are Miami and Atlanta.

9. I competed in the Texas Relays and the Penn Relays (all in one year). If you know anything about track, you know this is a BIG deal.

10. I reconnected with my high school sweetheart (also known as The Boyfriend). After years apart, we decided to give it another go.

11. I confessed. Back in March, I let you guys in on a little secret that had been plaguing me for a while. Sometimes, I’m still a bit embarrassed that I disclosed that tidbit of information, but it was actually very therapeutic to put fingers to keyboard and know that I wasn’t alone.

12. I got my heart broken. And survived. You know what I’m talking about. That I’m-never-going-to-make-it-through-this kind of heartbreak that hurt so terribly at the time, but really ended up making you stronger…and wiser.

13. I won an all-expenses paid trip to New York City. In 2004, I was selected to participate in the International Radio and Television Society Minority Career Workshop. I traveled to New York via airplane and stayed in the Marriott Marquis (smack dab in the middle of Times Square)—for free—and met a ton of awesome people that, to this very day, I wish I would have kept in touch with.

14. I auditioned for a commercial. But I didn’t get the part.

15. I became a steady volunteer at an organization that I wholeheartedly believe in. Some people argue that fashion is superficial. Some people say that it’s what’s on the inside that counts, not what’s on the outside. And some people believe that appearances don’t (or shouldn’t) matter. I feel that people are entitled to their opinion, but I’ve been volunteering at Attitudes & Attire long enough to know that the attire on the outside can completely and positively transform a woman’s attitude on the inside.

16. I became a finalist for the Avon Hello Tomorrow Fund. In 2008, I was selected by a celebrity panel of judges (including actress Phylicia Rashad, personal finance expert Suze Orman, professional makeup artist Jillian Dempsey, and Duchess of York Sarah Ferguson) for my proposal to implement a program that would help teenage mothers complete high school and pursue higher education. I wasn’t selected as a winner, but it’s still something that I’m very proud of.

17. I graduated from Dallas Blueprint for Leadership. BPL is a program sponsored by the Center for Nonprofit Management that provides minority community members with high-quality training necessary for nonprofit board leadership. It was a remarkable experience (which was published in The Dallas Morning News) and my class was full of like-minded minorities who were eager to support the nonprofit community.

18. I started a blog. Duh. I can’t stand to admit this, but I haven’t been near as dedicated to words & wardrobes as I know I can (and want to) be. I’m working on it. Really.

19. I’ve raised a son who understands the concept of volunteering and giving back. Well, as much as an almost 6-year-old can understand. If I volunteer, he volunteers.

20. I received an invitation to this year’s Fashion’s Night Out at Galleria Dallas. Um, I have no words. Wait, yes I do. Can you say STOKED?!

21. I’ve inspired. Sometimes I still stare at my Inbox in awe when I see an e-mail from a reader. Even with all the support I receive from my words & wardrobes readers, I can’t believe that I actually impact people. Hm.

22. I stuffed my face with beignets at Café du Monde in New Orleans. Mmmm. I wish I could pack that place up in my purse and bring it home with me. I guess I’ll have to settle for the boxes of beignet mix they sell at the airport—and attempt to make them myself. That ought to be a riot.

23. I’ve been featured on CNN. I think my picture is absolutely hideous and the dress I’m wearing is beyond unflattering, but it’s CNN!

24. I interned twice through the ExxonMobil Community Summer Jobs Program. This program hires college students to intern (with pay) at nonprofits over the summer in order to expose them to the nonprofit industry with the hopes that they’ll choose that career path after graduation. It worked for me—I’ve spent most of my career in the nonprofit sector.

25. I competed in the Texas state track meet. After three years of failing to qualify for the state meet, I finally made it to State my senior year of high school. I ended up being fourth in the state, but it’s still one of my greatest achievements.

26. I graduated from Leadership Garland. LG is a program that provides local citizens with leadership training and the opportunity to contribute to the future growth and development of the community.

27. I got inked. It’s hidden…

28. I kicked on a cruise ship and mingled in Mexico. It was definitely an experience to remember…

29. I witnessed the inauguration of our country’s first Black president. On television, of course.

30. I visited Disney World. Need I say more?

See? Thirty things in 30 years—not bad, huh? But I’m a work in progress, so I’ve made a list of 30 things I want to do while I’m 30. Let the countdown begin…

1. Ride a mechanical bull.
2. Karaoke.
3. Get inked. Again.
4. Reach 500 blog followers.
5. Begin keeping a journal.
6. Learn the virtue of patience.
7. Learn to sew via sewing machine.
8. Take an acting class.
9. Become a NAAWLI Class of 2012 fellow.
10. Take a photography class.
11. Live my dream and monetize words & wardrobes.
12. Take a salsa dancing class.
13. Become a steady volunteer at Dress for Success Dallas.
14. Be featured in Essence Magazine.
15. Take Micah on a special trip.
16. Get an article published in a national magazine.
17. Positively impact the Dallas fashion scene.
18. Write more.
19. Sincerely work on self-improvement.
20. Prepare Micah’s future education.
21. Learn to forgive myself.
22. Enroll Micah in martial arts.
23. Ride the new Texas Giant at Six Flags.
24. Visit the Sea Life Aquarium in Grapevine.
25. Learn to let go and move on.
26. Visit Legoland Discovery Center.
27. Learn to drive a stick shift.
28. Enroll Micah in an art class.
29. Go to a wine-tasting event.
30. Read more.

Here I go...

triple play thursday: hold the mustard

2011-08-18T08:25:00.001-05:00

Although the advent of autumn is fast approaching and twenty-pound issues of September fashion magazines are monopolizing the newsstands, I’m still stuck on summer. I’ve enjoyed the extra-long days and the triple-digit heat, and I’m not quite ready to trade those in for cooler temperatures and 5PM sunsets. Now while I admit my mild dislike of non-summer seasons, I will confess that I love fall colors—rich oranges and rusts and greens are some of the benefits of the change in seasons. So for today’s ‘triple play,’ I’m sporting a ‘fall’ color—mustard—in the form of a Michael Kors pencil skirt and showing you three ways I styled it.

LOOK #1. For the first look, I paired the skirt with a graphic, puff-sleeved blouse. Navy blue goes beautifully with mustard—in particular, this blouse is a perfect match for this skirt because of its mustard, kelly green, white, and turquoise detailing. I accessorized with a kelly green belt, gold handbag and accessories, and cheetah-print shoes (you didn’t really think I would pass up the opportunity to mix prints, did you?).

[SKIRT: Michael Kors (thrifted); TOP: Vintage; SHOES: Enzo Angiolini; HANDBAG: Vintage (thrifted); RING, BELT, and BRACELETS: Forever 21]

LOOK #2. For this look, I swapped out one graphic blouse for another with this multi-color top. Mustard and bright pink can be a contemporary pairing (as seen here), and the color of the skirt brings out the swatches of mustard in the blouse. I accessorized with a lot of black—shoes, belt, handbag—and kept the jewelry at a minimum.

[SKIRT: Michael Kors (thrifted); TOP: Vintage; SHOES: Bakers; HANDBAG: Mimi Boutique; BELT: my mom (I think); BRACELET and RING: Forever 21]

LOOK #3. The final look involves a top that has already been featured in one ‘triple play’ post (seen here), and I’m still a bit amazed at its versatility. Gingham is slowly becoming my go-to pattern, so I paired it with the skirt and pulled it together with a camel-colored belt. And because navy blue isn’t the only blue that plays well with mustard, I added a pair of cobalt blue pumps for a pop of color and mixed prints again by accessorizing with a leopard-print clutch.

[SKIRT: Michael Kors (thrifted); TOP: Old Navy; SHOES: Bakers; CLUTCH: Express; RING, BELT, and BRACELETS: Forever 21]

‘words & wardrobes’ is a finalist for CBS Dallas/Fort Worth’s Most Valuable Blogger Award! You can vote for me here today and every day until September 9th! Your support is really appreciated!

[ABOUT THIS FEATURE: Being the cost-conscious shopper that I am, versatility and cost-per-wear are two things that weigh heavily on my decision to buy an item (or not), so I’m a firm believer in the ‘Rule of Three’: When you buy something new, you should have at least THREE things in your closet that you can wear with that piece. Each Thursday, this feature will highlight three ways I’ve styled one item.]

most valuable blogger

2011-08-17T16:03:00.003-05:00

Last week one of my readers (Cathey over at Cathey with an E, to be exact) nominated me for Dallas/Fort Worth’s Most Valuable Blogger Award. Yesterday I found out that I was selected as a finalist. I’m still in awe—it’s very humbling to be included in such amazing company. It would mean a lot to me to have the support of my readers, lurkers, commenters, and followers. You can vote here once a day every single day through September 9th. And if you’re forgetful, don’t worry—I’ll remind you. Often…

[PHOTO CREDIT: CBS DFW]

triple play thursday: where's waldo?

2011-08-11T13:11:00.005-05:00

I know what you’re thinking: Ty, you have some nerve asking ‘where’s waldo?’ when you’re the one who's been missing in action for the past week. And if that’s what you’re thinking, you kind of have a point. But rest assured, loyal readers, this wasn’t another I’m-so-burnt-out-on-blogging hiatus—I’ve just been really busy getting Micah ready to head back to school. Registration, doctor appointments, dentist appointments, shopping for school clothes, shopping for school supplies. Oh, and trying to squeeze in a bit more summer enjoyment before the fun-filled days of swimming pools, museum trips, and aquarium visits are replaced with PTA meetings, reading books, and inedible cafeteria food. See? I have an excuse. Now, because I’m sporting Waldo’s trademark red-and-white striped sweater (and because, well, I’ve been somewhat ‘out of sight’ for eight days straight), I thought this post’s title was rather appropriate. So I opted for three different ways to style my sweater…and no, they don’t involve jeans and a beanie like the bespectacled boy.

LOOK #1. I’m really loving camel and red (and pattern-mixing), so for the first look, I paired the striped sweater with camel pants and a snakeskin-print belt. I piled on some bracelets, added a gold ring, and rocked my favorite half-of-a-man’s-face necklace that I bought last month in New Orleans. This would work for the office or a meeting or just running errands.

[PANTS: LAUNDRY by SHELLI SEGAL (thrifted); SWEATER: Zara; SHOES (hidden): Lulu’s; BRACELETS, RING, BELT, and EARRINGS: Forever 21; NECKLACE: New Orleans Flea Market]

LOOK #2. For the second look, I swapped the trousers for a flirty red skirt. I added more camel (with a belt) and mixed prints again (with the cheetah-print heels), and kept the same jewelry. I would wear this on a date with The Boyfriend or for a night out with the girls.

[SKIRT, BELT, BRACELETS, RING, and EARRINGS: Forever 21; SWEATER: Zara; SHOES: Enzo Angiolini; NECKLACE: New Orleans Flea Market]

LOOK #3. This final look is the most casual of the three and would be an appropriate outfit for lounging on the weekend or a trip to the playground with Micah or even a lake outing. I paired the sweater with cutoff denim shorts and boat shoes (have I ever worn flats on the blog?!).

[SHORTS: Body Central; SWEATER: Zara; SHOES: my mom; BRACELETS, RING, and EARRINGS: Forever 21; NECKLACE: New Orleans Flea Market]

[ABOUT THIS FEATURE: Being the cost-conscious shopper that I am, versatility and cost-per-wear are two things that weigh heavily on my decision to buy an item (or not), so I’m a firm believer in the ‘Rule of Three’: When you buy something new, you should have at least THREE things in your closet that you can wear with that piece. Each Thursday, this feature will highlight three ways I’ve worn one item.]

weekday wardrobe: red on red

2011-08-02T18:53:00.006-05:00

As I’ve mentioned before (probably last week), red was my all-time favorite color…until cobalt blue entered the picture. I haven’t completely gotten over my crimson crush, though, so I rocked some red today while running errands with Micah and The Boyfriend. In all honesty, we’re flirting with 110-degree heat in Dallas, so pants probably weren’t the most weather-appropriate choice, but for once, I just wasn’t in the mood for a skirt. I really need to do some diversifying and add more pants to my wardrobe because I am seriously lacking in that department. I’ve had both these pants and this top for a while and decided to pair them for a monochromatic look—although I’m not really sure if it would be considered monochromatic since you can kind of see my black bra through the sheer red top. Hm.

[PANTS: Thrifted; TOP: Walmart; SHOES: Lulu’s; CLUTCH: Express; BRACELETS, RING and EARRINGS: Forever 21]

wardrobe wish list: august 2011 edition

2011-08-01T10:31:00.008-05:00

I can’t believe it’s August already, but you’ll get no complaints from me about the year flying by at warped speed because we’re now entering my favorite month of the year. In addition to August being my birthday month (I’ll be THIRTY on the 27th!), it’s also when Micah starts school again (anyone who has to entertain kids for the summer knows where I’m coming from) and it’s when magazines begin releasing their super-thick September issues. I’ve mentioned on more than one (or two or three) occasions that I’m not a fan of cold weather, but I have to admit that I enjoy flipping through glossies for their takes on the new season’s new fashion. While print-mixing and colorblocking are still huge, the Fall 2011 forecast calls for snakeskin prints (which I sported here), cobalt blue (which I recently rocked here and here), and tribal prints (which I wore here and here), but with the advent of autumn fast approaching and a milestone birthday less than a month away, I’ve compiled a few things that I’m currently coveting for cooler weather (and wouldn’t mind receiving for the big THREE-OH—hint, hint, Boyfriend).

1. Old Navy Canvas Surplus Vest $35
2. J.Crew Metallic Knitted Sweater $120
3. TUCKER Polka Dot Wide Smock North Blouse $189
4. Lucky Brand Havana Caseline Coral Metal Branch Bracelet $32
5. OPI Nail Lacquer in You Don’t Know Jacques! $8
6. Michael Kors Chronograph Bracelet Watch $225
7. BCBGMAXAZRIA Fabric Envelope Clutch $68
8. Report Signature Calyer Pumps $186
9. R & Em Small Bookie Satchel $58

triple play thursday: linen dress

2011-07-28T07:06:00.004-05:00

The main reason I bought the $23 Forever 21 linen dress featured in today’s post is because it’s plain and simple, with the opportunity to remix and remix and remix some more. I created three looks with the dress below, but have several other outfit ideas featuring this ‘blank canvas.’

First up is the dress in all its simplicity. It came with a black belt, but I swapped it for a cream-colored one. In keeping with the cream theme, I accessorized with off-white heels and an oversized patchwork clutch. Because the dress is so minimal, I could have added more jewelry, but I was satisfied with a wrist-full of bracelets and tiny bit of gold jewelry.

[DRESS: Forever 21; BELT: Thrifted; SHOES: Lulu’s; CLUTCH: Thrifted; BRACELETS: Aldo; RING: Forever 21; EARRINGS: Borrowed; NECKLACE: Flea Market in New Orleans]

The second look is a bit of a wardrobe replica (or at least an ‘inspired by’ look). When I saw Rachel Bilson sporting this look a few months ago…

…I knew I would be copying it, especially after I scored this orange blazer at Forever 21. I will admit that I’m not a fan of her shoes, so I wore my cheetah-print heels and accessorized with my quilted handbag and minimal jewelry.

[DRESS: Forever 21; BLAZER: Forever 21; SHOES: Enzo Angiolini; HANDBAG: Express (available here); RING: Forever 21; EARRINGS: Borrowed; NECKLACE: Flea Market in New Orleans: PHOTO CREDIT: PopSugar]

This final look is probably my favorite because it gives off a casual yet polished vibe. I wore a gold gingham button-front shirt over the dress and tied it at the waist. I accessorized with a yellow handbag, cheetah-print shoes, and jewelry, in the form of a gold ring and gold bangles.

[DRESS: Forever 21: TOP: Old Navy; SHOES: Enzo Angiolini; HANDBAG: Dots (I think); BANGLES: Forever 21: RING: Aldo; EARRINGS: Borrowed; NECKLACE: Flea Market in New Orleans]

[ABOUT THIS FEATURE: Being the cost-conscious shopper that I am, versatility and cost-per-wear are two things that weigh heavily on my decision to buy an item (or not), so I’m a firm believer in the ‘Rule of Three’: When you buy something new, you should have at least THREE things in your closet that you can wear with that piece. Each Thursday, this feature will highlight three ways I’ve worn one item.]

weekday wardrobe: cobalt and camel (part deux)

2011-07-26T21:51:00.009-05:00

I guess I didn’t get enough blue and brown yesterday because today’s outfit is all about those two colors. Despite the triple-digit heat wave here in Dallas, I just wasn’t in the mood to wear shorts (or a skirt. Or a dress) today, so I shopped my closet and pulled out a blue one-shoulder and paired it with camel-colored pants. Being the animal-print fanatic that I am, I accessorized with two—yes, two—of them: a snakeskin belt that complemented the shirt and a leopard clutch that matched the pants. I kept jewelry at a minimum with a gold bracelet, a gold zipper ring, and small earrings. I also added my black shoes from Lulu’s, even though you can’t see them because of my extra-long pants. What can I say? I like my pants long and my heels high!

[TOP: Forever 21; PANTS: LAUNDRY by SHELLI SEGAL (thrifted); BELT and BRACELET: Forever 21; SHOES: Lulu’s; CLUTCH: Express; RING: Aldo; EARRINGS: Borrowed]

weekday wardrobe: loco for cobalt

2011-07-25T00:00:00.006-05:00

This weekend consisted of a trip to the park on Friday (complete with bubble kits and Frisbees), a Mommy-and-Me volunteer project at a local nonprofit on Saturday (helping with the Back to School Drive), and brunch and a movie with The Boyfriend on Sunday (it’s our every-other-Sunday ritual). I’m still on a cobalt kick, so for yesterday’s brunch, I paired a pleated cobalt skirt with a cobalt halter that I found while attempting to organize my closet a few weeks ago. As I mentioned last month, the color combination of cobalt and camel is gorgeous, so I accessorized with shades of brown, a bit of cheetah, and a touch of gold jewelry.

The supporting cast:

words of advice: Hesitant to go with a single color head to toe? Use accessories to break up the monotony of one color.

[TOP: Forever 21; SKIRT: Thrifted; SHOES: Enzo Angiolini; BELT: Forever 21; HANDBAG: Vintage (thrifted); BRACELETS and RINGS: Forever 21; EARRINGS: Borrowed]