Friday Fashion (8)

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Dear Friday,

I am, and maybe always have been, in a serious 50’s glamour mood.

I want full skirts and red lips and a hat for every outfit just like the classic beauties from what seems to be my spirit-animal-of-a-decade. However, it took quite the style roller coaster to get me here.

When I was younger I sort of walked a fine line between tomboy and girly girl. I never identified with one or the other because even though I spent most of my time in jeans and ponytails, I filled most of my daydreams with glamour and style. But realistically how many 14-year-old girls have the confidence to take on a full-skirted shirt dress and matching hat? Maybe 2? I sure didn’t so jeans and t-shirts were it for me.

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Then freshman year of college rolled around and Lord knows what unbridled freedom and a city like Tacoma can do to one’s sense of style… (I hit a hood-rat phase). Shocking. I can’t even elaborate because it was such a strange time.

Slowly but surely, I stepped out of my gold flecked Nikes and oversized sweatpants and realized that I could wear whatever I wanted. I had been so intimidated by the idea of being over dressed and what people might think, that I hadn’t thought to be worried about people’s reactions to how severely underdressed I had been.

Obviously, post sweatpants intervention, I still spent a decent amount of time in casual wear, but it was no longer shouting at people, “I don’t care about myself at all!”

The real change came when I started looking for jobs senior year. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My daydreams of glamour and style were about to come true because I would be joining the forces of corporate America and could wear pencil skirts! I took every interview I had as an opportunity to wear snappy clothes I loved more than an opportunity to learn about the jobs that came with them. Misguided but nonetheless I ended up hired.

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I left lovely Tacoma for San Francisco where I imagined impeccably styled city life.

Shockingly enough the tech world doesn’t have a significant amount of dress code standards and as a result there are far too many individuals who need a sweatpants intervention. However, city life is incredible in this arena because of the diversity of styles squished into one area mixed with people’s callous disregard for what anyone else is doing. People honestly and truly don’t care what anyone else is wearing. They might not like what someone else is wearing but there is no right or wrong and there sure as hell is someone else who is wearing something weirder. People just get dressed and that’s it.

What’s really happening here is maybe more than changing environments. It’s bigger than Tacoma versus San Francisco and more in line with freshman versus senior. What’s happening is my attitude and self-image has changed. Even though what people think of me still weighs on me, I’m starting to realize that what I think and how I feel is more important. I’d much rather dress for myself than for a random audience of strangers who’ll never notice me or ever see me again. Plus the people who do know me and will see me again appreciate me for me and nice clothes are just a bonus.

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So bring on the glamour is what I say! And besides, Coco Chanel spelled it out perfectly when she said, “Dress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman.” Here’s to being remembered for who I am and not for the raggedy sweatpants I used to live in.

Has your style evolution been a dramatic one or inspired by any one decade in particular?

xx Katie


Lucky Lady

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Dear Friend,

What’s worse than a ten-hour flight when all you want is to be home? A ten-hour flight where the flu sets in around hour 7. This is unfortunately the situation I was in on Saturday morning.

Everything started off fine. Of course waking up at 4:00am on a Saturday isn’t anyone’s idea of a perfect start to the day, but I was miraculously headed to first class courtesy of a random upgrade! There would be so much sleeping room! NO PROBLEMS ANYWHERE!

I got to the airport without a hitch and settled into the first class lounge. This is where I became incredibly aware of what I have been missing my whole life by flying coach… the champagne bar. Yes, at 5:45 in the morning there was a champagne bar, which was of course enticing, but come on… 5:45am!? Obviously I passed and went for the fresh hash browns instead.

Soon enough I was on the plane, in the air, and dead asleep.

Cue hour 7, when horrible things began happening. Those who have had the flu please feel free to fill in the blanks here, and for those who have not had the flu, count your lucky stars and don’t even ask about the blanks. I proceeded to turn into my most dramatic, childish self and literally cried for my mom on the plane.

After getting to know the flight attendants all too well, one of them asked as she put me back in my seat for landing if I would be greeted by a loved one or by a taxi. She brought me around to the realization that I, in fact, would be met after baggage claim by a loved one! The saving grace of this whole ordeal was knowing that my leading man would be picking me up at the airport. SUCH COMFORT!


To get off my little soapbox here and to unabashedly start pouring my heart out, let me just say that I am one lucky lady. I am loved by a man with such compassion and grace that he managed to not only take care of me all weekend but he had also, in preparation for me coming home, had my car cleaned, finished the laundry, and cleaned the house. To say I am lucky is completely an understatement, but nonetheless my gratitude for this selfless man is unparalleled.

Even after all this time, 

The Sun never says to the Earth, 

“You owe me.”

Look what happens with

a love like that. 

It lights the whole sky.

I find that it’s easy to get lost in the day-to-day routine of living with someone let alone being in a relationship. It’s shocking how fast I adapt to someone working to take care of me and how quickly I lose sight of what an effort that is. My flu situation highlighted how much I take for granted, not only my health but also this incredible man who would (and does) drop everything to be with me/take care of me/pamper me/what-have-you.

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In light of all this and in an attempt to grow, I am adding a resolution to my list. This year I am dedicated to expressing my gratitude consistently. I will be aware of the acts of kindness taking place around me, and I will thank the selfless people for the beautiful things they do.

Have you added anything to your list of resolutions since the year has started?

xx Katie

Dear January

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Dear January,

I can’t believe you are already here! I’m shocked that we’re five days into 2015 but am excited and anxious to see what this year has in store!

If 2014 taught me anything, it’s that time flies. Call me a broken record, but I am overwhelmed by how quickly the time is going! Now that I am incredibly aware that this is the case, I’m hoping to take on 2015 a little more informed. In an attempt to hold on to what I’m sure will be countless precious moments, I thought I’d set some foundational resolutions. My overarching theme is to hold on to the things that matter and let go of the things that don’t. Here are my thoughts…

Set high goals but maintain realistic expectations.

Basic, but necessary. I plan to push my self and stay ambitious but to be realistic about how much I can handle.

Strive to maintain balance.

When I’m balanced, I’m happiest so this one was a no-brainer.

Take things as they come.

2014 was a handful in many ways, but I survived. For as much as I prefer to have control in my life, I’m painfully aware that control is not always an option. Instead of stressing over the things that are out of my power, I resolve to take things in stride. Here’s to being graceful when life gets sticky!

Live in the present and relish the moment!

I started out strong with this one. I was lucky enough to have some serious down time in the first few days of the year. Instead of trying to get a jump-start on things, which obviously would have been the most productive choice, I laid low. I slept in and spent time with people I love. Even though I’m a bit behind on some things, it was well worth it.

What about you? Have you started laying the foundation for your 2015?

Happy New Year!

xx Katie