Spring’12-Spring’13 has seen a lot of changes for me, one of which has been my style. As petty as that sounds (and believe me, I’m aware that there are more important things in life than clothes. Like…shoes! jk), it’s very true. I wasn’t even aware of just how much my style had changed until I looked back in my archives to find these pictures.
I probably wouldn’t wear 90% of these outfits now. Most of the items I don’t even own anymore. I do miss my blonde hair a little bit but good grief was it a pain to maintain! I don’t think I’ll be going back that blonde anytime soon.
But I’ve really enjoyed watching my style evolve, and figuring out what I like in the process. I still have no clue what you would call my style. Maybe ADD induced? lol But I do think my style has gotten a little bit more streamlined, a little bit more sophisticated. And I’m sure that process will continue and I’ll be saying the same thing about my style in 2014!
One of the things I’ve loved about blogging has been the memories it has made. I love being able to look back and see what I was doing, what was going on, and see just how much I have changed since then. Not only in my style, but my opinions as well.
That is one thing I’d like to focus on more here at ARF. I want to make more memories. Write posts that are more transparent and personal. I don’t want to worry about what someone will think, or how it will sound, or the fact that this blog is more about fashion than anything else. If this is truly a creative outlet for me than I should be able to create however I want right? right!
So here’s to trying new things! Let’s see what weird things come out of this blog now.
WHEW! This last week and weekend has been a humdinger! Just busy busy busy, all the time. I like it, but on the other hand I do enjoy my sleep!
I wore this to work a few weeks ago and while it’s probably a bit more casual than my office requires, I really liked it a lot. From the stares that I got as I went down the hallway I don’t believe that everyone agreed with me, but hey what can you do? I liked it, and that’s what matters!target camo tee (men’s section)//Free People crochet vest (hand me down)// Style Lately bull necklace c/o// 7th & West star necklace c/o// Evie J boutique bracelets c/o// Lucky ring// Forever 21 skirt, previously worn here// Target booties
So I was given an opportunity to style another dress from Eshakti! (first post here)
This time I decided to go all out on their customizable options. I chose the London dress with the Dahlia crinoline, but I chopped the sleeves off, lowered the neckline, and shortened the length. I love that you have the option to customize a dress with Eshakti. It makes each piece totally one of a kind.
I thought both pieces were just so cute, I had to style them as separate outfits! Get ready for picture mother flippin overload.
Option #1: The London Dress
Target sunnies//Primark chambray shirt// Eshakti dress//Target bag and belt//Guess heels
and Option #2! The Dahlia Crinoline
Primark chambray shirt// Eshakti skirt (with pockets!)//Target belt and shoes
So whaddyathink? Would you wear either one of the options?
FYI: The Eshakti girls are so sweet, they’re giving all ARF readers 20% off their purchase with discount code KLEGHHMLTN! YAY! Good through March 10th
After I posted this I had a lot of questions about how exactly I get away with going au naturel in public. Firstly (is that even a word?) Let me say that you people have no shame and will ask anything. Secondly: I love it. Keep ‘em comin.
Long story short, it is the curse and blessing of women who are-shall we say less endowed-to be able to walk amongst the unknowing free and wild. As my future BFF Zoey Deschannel says on New Girl, “My boobs are loving this whole unemployed thing. They don’t have to go to boob jail every day”. Well Jess/Zoe/ BFF my bubbies are true escape artists and professional jailbirds.
When I do give in and wear an over the boulder shoulder holder, I wear these lovely little items called bralettes or grandma bras if we’re going to be honest. They do kind of resemble something my granny would have worn. You’re welcome for that mental image.
If real bras are “boob jail” we shall call these “booby juvie” or perhaps “booby community service”…never mind, just forget this analogy all together. Point is, they’re pretty and girly and less cage-like than your typical brassieres.
forever21 top//H&M suspenders//ASOS rose gold pants//Charlotte Russe wedges// Forever 21 band ring// 7th & West buffalo ring// Francesca’s watch
Happy Monday friendels!
It’s super dreary and rainy today and therefor my brain is not working, so I shall leave you with these profound thoughts:
- Rose Gold leatherette pants. YES. The universe just became that much more awesome.
- There is a buffalo on my hand. Yes there is. Why you ask? Why NOT is what I say.
- I bought some coconut oil to try out. Not for cooking, never for cooking, but for my hairs and bodily items. It’s pretty fantastic. I shall share more of my thoughts later this week.
YAY for leaving your umbrella at work when it’s flooding! Everyone say “ugly hair”!
Happy Friday lovelies! Want a completely random post? How about 50 things you might not have known about me! YA!
See you on Monday!
1. my hair is naturally a mousy brown color
2. My hair hasn’t been that color since 8th grade.
3. Chewing gum makes me gag, ESPECIALLY when people play with it, stick it on the side of their plate, or blow bubbles.
4. I’ve been wearing glasses since 2nd grade, when I couldn’t tell if a p was a q.
5. My very first memory is when I was 3 and I cut my own bangs. I remember crawling behind the couch and hiding the scissors.
6. Pink is my very favorite color
7. I had a huge gap in my front teeth when I was little, big enough to shove stick pretzels in.
8. I can’t whistle.
9. I LOVE to read
10. I cry embarrassingly easy. Like I cry about everything.
11. I don’t remember a time when I was not a Christian.
12. I’m a dancer
13. I adore musicals
14. I’ve lived in Oklahoma my whole life
15. Cooking makes me weak. All of that work work work, and then you’re not even hungry anymore, you’re just exhausted, and you still have to clean up the kitchen, oh bless.
16. I’m utterly wretched at ordering food. As soon as the waitress comes up I completely lose my brain and I stumble around my words for a good 10 years before someone finally takes pity on me and interprets my rambling for the poor waitress. It’s why I like the drive through, I can rehearse ahead of time or write it all down.
17. If I had to choose one style of shoes to wear for the rest of my life, I would undoubtedly choose heels.
18. I rarely wear bras (tmi?)
19. I’ve never really been into sports. If I’m forced to watch a game, I choose the team to root for by 1. how cute their uniforms are or 2. If they have anyone cute on their team
20. If I chose any job to suddenly be awesome at, I’d love to try being an ice skater, a nail polish namer, a hand model, or a book cover designer.
21. a part of me wants to live in one of these tiny homes.
22. I’m utterly addicted to Dr. Pepper
23. I love doing yoga although I’m not that great at it. It’s a work in progress.
24. I staged a rebellion in 6th grade against my mother so that she’d let me shave my legs. I refused to wear anything but pants (a hardship for me if you know me at all) for months (ok probably more like weeks, I honestly don’t remember how long it was) before my daddy gave in and told me to “shave my stupid legs just don’t tell your mother.”
25. My middle name comes from my aunt.
26. I have 13 cousins on one side and 3 on the other.
27. I love lima beans
28. My mom went on a trip when I was in 4th grade and I was allowed to fix my own hair that week. I’ve been obsessed with hair ever since.
29. My family calls me KaKa or Ka Louie.
30. mashed potatoes are my comfort food
31. I have abnormally long toes. I can pick things up with them.
32. I’m the only one in my family that inherited my mom’s blue eyes
33. My mom named my sister and me, my dad named my brother and baby sister
34. I’m utterly fascinated by dominate and recessive genes, family personality traits, and birth orders.
35. Music is a huge part of my personal expression. I’m highly influenced by music.
36. I’ve never broken a bone
37. I’m SUPER girly. I joined my college intramural team only because I liked the tshirt
38. I’ve never paid over $60 for ANYTHING in my closet
39. If I had to describe my style I’d call it experimental. I’m influenced by what I’m feeling or thinking or what I’ve been watching/seeing/hearing lately and this influence comes out in my style. I’ll try just about anything once.
40. I LOVE puppies but I’m allergic to cats.
41. I’m constantly looking for the perfect lippy. Whether that is a lipstick, lip gloss, chapstick, whatever. I’ve tried them all.
42. I love buying shoes, I’m not much into purses.
43. The summer time is my favorite time of year, even if it is 100+ degrees outside. Sunshine makes me happy.
44. I take baths daily, sometimes multiple times a day. It’s where I do my best thinking.
45. My first kiss was freshman year in high school at a new year’s eve party.
46. I would love to own my own business one day
47. I have very long eyelashes, they’re one of my favorite features.
48. I’m a shortie, 5″3
49. I have a horrible habit of judging people on their 1. hair 2. grammar or 3. smile. If I’m on a date and the guy hasn’t fixed his hair, I’m going to be highly irritated. Or if you use bad grammar, especially in a blog post, I will have to resist the urge to shun you. And if you smile and it’s a fake smile, or you can’t take the time to look me in the eye and smile, I’m not going to take the time to remember your name.
50. I started this blog on a whim and gradually transitioned into becoming a lifestyle blogger, almost without my knowledge. It just kind of happened that way. But I hope you love it and stick around!
Well what do ya know, I’m actually 2 for 2 on this whole Random Facts series! Someone give me a gold star. Or a Starbucks, which is the equivalent of a gold star in my book.
So on to the story. Let me just pause for a second and explain to you just how deep my love is for you, because I am currently on the cusp (don’t you love that word?) of telling you my most embarrassing, god awfully mortifying story of my life. It involves death (or something near it). It involves a hot paramedic. And it involves me crashing like Goliath and tasting the mall floor, something which no poor soul should ever have to endure. Are you ready? Because I’m not sure I am. Alright let’s do this.
It was my sophomore year in College and the end of my teenage adolescence (by this I mean I was 19.) I was working in the mall as a sales clerk at the most darling fashion boutique, Lucca (it’s also the store that my sister Courtney met her husband through, you should hear the story it’s quite precious) and I took my job pretty seriously. Not everyone can weild the tagging gun with such precision guys. It’s a hard job.
As we neared the end of a horrifically cold winter, I began getting the snuffles. A cough here, a sneeze there. Nothing too serious, I kept telling myself. Until suddenly I ended up not being able to survive the day without Dayquill, Tylenol, a box of Kleenex and a sweater or four. I went on like this for a few days, don’t even ask me why, I had somehow developed a really bad case of the Denials and refused to think I was actually sick.
I went to class one morning feeling utterly disgusting. I can remember sitting in class thinking that my head was going to explode. I considered calling in to work sick, but NO I was dedicated and I wasn’t really sick, so I was going in to work! I ran home after class to eat a bowl of chicken noodle with a side of medication and hauled my little tushy in to Lucca.
At some point in the afternoon I realized just how sick I was. I was shivering, my eyes wouldn’t focus, and I was having a hard time keeping my head from toppling off my neck. As I fought back tears I thought to myself, “just a few more hours and then someone will come in for their shift and you can go home. Just hold on for a few more hours.”
At that point I felt a cold sweat break out over my body and I couldn’t stand up any longer. I laid my head down on the cash register, thinking that I would rest for just a second, when I heard a hrrumph from the vicinity of the store floor. I raised my head about half an inch and blearily eyed the mom pants standing huffily in front of me. “I’m sure you’re super busy or SOMEthing but do you THINK you could get up and get me a dressing room, PUHlease?”
I hauled myself together, ever the customer service slave, and attempted to say “of course I can, I’m so sorry about that” but really all that came out was, “whimper whimper, I’m so sorry”.
I began walking blindly from the cash register to the dressing rooms with Huffy McMom Pants clacking away behind me when suddenly I just couldn’t do it. Little did I know that I was running a 100+ temp at this point; all I knew was that I had suddenly lost all control of my body parts and my mind was floating somewhere over the industrial lights. “Are you ALRIGHT?” screeched Huffers. I mumbled something along the lines of “I’m so sorry” and slowly began my Goliath impression, falling face first with a smack right onto the hard wood floors. I remember thinking, “where did the floor come from?” as Mommy Dearest screamed ” OH MY GOD SHE’S DEAD!” and ran out of the store.
My mind conveniently decided to return to it’s rightful place at this point, leaving me fully aware of the fact that I had just fainted in the MALL of all places and a wretched woman was screaming for a paramedic. I shakily pulled myself up onto my elbows and when I did, I noticed something lying on the floor by my hand. I picked it up and stared at it for a good 10 years before it finally clicked in my head that I wasn’t holding a piece of Chicklet gum; I was holding a rather large chunk of my front tooth. Yes, I now resembled Nanny Mcfee, and I was at the mall. My life was offically over.
I began trying to cry; I say trying because what came out of me was not sniffles and tears. No it was more like donkey dry heaves. There was no moisture involved, all of that was clogged behind the headache from hell. I just laid on the floor, making this horrible sobbing noise and cradling my poor broken tooth in my hands like it was a baby bird.
I felt a hand on my back; I looked up and realized that God hated me. Standing in front of me was the most beautiful Bay Watch of a paramedic I had ever seen in my life. Picture Brad Pitt carrying a heart monitor. I suddenly wished I could have knocked myself out again.
Paramedic Pitt began checking my pulse, asking me my name and where I lived and all the other questions you have to ask when you find a Goliath reenactment gone terribly wrong. But then things got even worse.
“Are you pregnant?” I just stared at him. My hazy sick/love/mortified induced brain was having a hard time keeping up. “Are you with CHILD?” Dude I know what prego means. “No I’m not”. “Could you be with child?” “um…no?” what does this have to do with anything Brad? If you want to know if I’m single just ask, don’t bring in the baby drama.
“I need you to give me honest answers ma’am” Paramedic Pitt said quite snippily. “If you have been participating in intercourse, you could be pregnant which could have caused you to faint.” You know when all of that blood left my head earlier? It all came rushing back at that point. Blush City. “Oh oh oh NO no no no no no, I’m not pregnant, I couldn’t be pregnant, I’m not…ya no, that, no I’m not…doing THAT.”
“Are you sure ma’am? Because if you’re lying you are only hurting yourself”. Suddenly Paramedic Pitt was getting on my ever lovin’ nerves. “No, I’m really NOT pregnant, I swear”. “Well do you eat?” Do I eat?! “Of course I eat, I love to eat?” “What have you ate today?” I just passed out and now you want me to recite my lunch choices? I’m weak. Literally and figuratively. “Um I had cereal this morning and then I had soup for lunch.”
“young lady that is not enough food, if you are trying to starve yourself you are going to end up dying, anorexia is a serious illness and you should not be treating yourself like this, you need to get help-”
“woah dude, I’m not ANOREXIC, I freaking love eating, food is great, I would have ate more except I think I’m sick, I’ve been sick for a few days!” lay off Paramedic Prick.
I got the beady eye for a few seconds before P.P laid his hand on my forehead and officially announced me sick. DER idiot.
At this point my sweet friend Taylor, who worked at Lucca with me, just happened to walk by on her way to return something to Sephora. She wasn’t scheduled to work but she volunteered to take my place so I could go home. We called my mom, since my legs still resembled The Little Mermaids (post sea legs). My mom picked me up and got me into the doctors office where we found out that I was running a dangerously high temperature with a severe case of Strep. I was also Anemic which, combined with the high temp, had caused me to pass out.
What was really lovely about this whole situation was that since I was running a fever, the dentist refused to see me until about 4 days later when I had been declared non toxic. So I walked about for 4 days with half a tooth, then two weeks after that with a temp tooth that looked yellow and was slightly longer than the rest of my teeth before they could get me a veneer in place. Needless to say, there was no smiling done in the month of January.
Probably one of the weirdest experiences of my life was being hyped up on cough medicine with my face numb from the dentist’s numbing gel. They drilled what was left of my natural tooth down into a stub to fit the temp over but before putting it in place the dim witted assistant asked if I wanted to see what it looked like. Somehow my hand extended itself and I found myself holding a mirror as it slowly made it’s way up to my face. “no, no no no no no,” my mind yelled at me but it was too late. I looked in the mirror and saw this horrible, puffy faced, drooling HICK with her front tooth missing and a tiny pencil eraser stub in it’s place. I think I made some sort of Frankenstein moan because the assistant quickly snatched the mirror from me and whipped the temp tooth into place before the histrionics could start.
Almost 5 years later I have a nicely proportioned and naturally colored veneer that you would never know was fake unless I decided to tell you. Or unless my sister called me Nanny McFee in front of you, as she so loves to do, and then I have to tell the whole story.
I’ve frequently been asked where and how often I shop, and I was just going to answer this questions in a FAQ post but I decided it needed it’s own post :)
So let’s break this question down:
How often do I shop? Well I’d have to say that I window shop quite a lot. Like 5 out of 7 days a week. But I don’t mean physically window shop. I mean cyber window shop. 98% of my shopping is done online. Whether I’m actually looking to purchase an item or I’m just looking for inspiration, a lot of my free time is spent window shopping. Judge all you want.
How often do I actually purchase an item? Hmmm maybe a few times a month? It really just depends. If it’s a new season than that number will be higher because I’m purchasing items to supplement any losses I have incurred. I tend to wear items until they’re falling to pieces, so a jacket that has grown too small, a pair of jeans that have lost their shape, a pair of shoes that are really scuffed. Those basic items are the things I’m looking for at the beginning of the season.
The farther we get into a season, the fewer purchases I make. I might order a new scarf, or a cute hat, or a simple tee. Items that can be easily worn with multiple outfits. Very rarely do I buy an item that can’t be worn multiple ways and even more rarely do I buy an item at full price.
And despite what people seem to think, I DO wear items more than once. I don’t know where that rumor got started, but believe me it’s not true. I have two simple rules when I go shopping:
1. Can the item be worn at least 5 different ways with items I already own?
2. Will I still like the item in a year?
If it doesn’t match those two criteria, it’s probably not coming home with me, unless there are extenuating circumstances like I’m shopping for a special event, or I’m just feeling low and need a pick me up lol.
Now, on to the fun part!
Where do I shop?
Like I mentioned before, I do a lot of my shopping online but I do occasionally go to the physical store, so we’ll break this question down as well!
Physical Stores:
Target and Pacsun are probably the two stores I shop from the most frequently. There are also three local stores that I LOVE so if you are in the OKC area, check out Lucca, Blue 7, or Cloverleaf! I also VERY occasionally check out the Gap outlet. I’d love to say that I’m a thrifter but live I’ve mentioned before, I just seem to be missing that gift. If anyone knows of some thrift stores with a great clothing selection in OKC let me know!
Online Stores:
I’m a HUGE online shopper. Some people can scour TJ Maxx for hours and find great deals; I scour the internet. So here’s a list of my favorite shops!
ASOS. if you haven’t checked this out yet you really should. Two words: free shipping. And don’t try to ruin my life by telling me that they factored the shipping into their prices, because then you would be a really mean person. Point is, it’s cheap and trendy and they have a great 70% section that runs almost all the time.
Forever 21: I don’t even go into the store anymore, unless I have called ahead and know for a fact that they have the one item I want and it would be cheaper to just go in and get it. Forever21 online is a much safer way to shop. It’s organized and you don’t have to deal with the weird employees. (Anyone else get the heeby jeebies from the F21 dressing room attendants? They like to hover outside the door and want me to model every thing I put on. Just leave me alone and let me try on my items, thanks!)
Urban Outfitters: Since Oklahoma is ridiculous and still hasn’t built an UO yet, I’m forced to either shop online or go to Dallas. I love UO and they have some great sales on their website, sometimes better than the stores.
Ruche: super darling, very feminine, and great prices.
Threadsence: a little more hippy style but still with great prices
Lulus: I have at least 4 pairs of shoes from Lulus, and I love that they carry vegan leather items. They also have one of the best dress sections I’ve found yet.
Polyvore: Not exactly a store but if you’re looking for a specific item it’s a great way to search.
Shop my Closet Sales: This is my new obsession and I’m not joking when I say obsessions. Shop my Closet sales are a great way to find gently used clothing for a great price. Some of my favorite’s are Ruby Girl, Kelli Murray, or Ascot Friday’s instagram sales. Just search #shopmycloset and you’ll find a TON of sales.
Yay! So where do YOU shop? Any great stores I should know about?
Forever 21 jacket, necklace, tee, and pants ( when does it become embarrassing to wear an outfit primarily purchased from F21? When you’re not 21? Whoops!) Target booties, 7th & West hand chain, Unexpected Expectancy feather ring
Forever21 jacket//Borrowed necklace// cape dress from Kelli Murray’s shop my closet sale (love her)// target booties
Don’t you just love capes? I felt quite super womanish in this, like perhaps I could have jumped off a tall building, or at least a tall chair. I didn’t try either, it was too cold. When I showed my mom this dress she was like, “um where are you going to where this?” ….everywhere, der! Why would I feel uncomfortable about wearing a caped dress to, I don’t know, let’s say work? Or church? Or a quick trip to Target? No shame my friends.
Let’s also note the fact that my legs are now nearing the shade of a 6 week old corpse, or possibly really milky {mushy} grits. I’m constantly hovering between yelling, “white is the new tan!” with an exultant fist pump included, or yelling, “turn the lights off it’s too bright! oh wait…that’s my legs.” and then slunking my way into the nearest cancer tanning bed. The fist pump will probably win, since tanning beds give me the creeps. You want me to lay down in a roaring light filled coffin NEKKID!? Where hundreds of other women just laid their sweaty bums? You know, grits are actually kind of pretty, I think I’ll keep my pasty legs, thanks.
Let’s not even get into the idea of a spray tan. The last time I tried it I came out looking like an ewok. No I wasn’t covered in fur and carrying a spear. My skin just happened to be the exact same shade as my eyebrows which was slightly terrifying. If you’re lucky, you can scrub the first 3 layers of skin off and look somewhat presentable for maybe a day before the dye starts fading and you look like you have some sort of scary polka dotted disease. And ALL of this gloriousness can be yours for the same price as a month’s membership to the cancer coffins(tanning beds)! No thanks.
Anywho, Happy Valentine’s Day! Otherwise known as Single Awareness Day. Or if you’re a cynic, it’s Our Societies Maniacal Attempts at Tricking the Unsuspecting into Purchasing Mass Produced Cheap Wares at Ridiculously High Prices, All in the Name of “Love” Day.
I kind of ride the fence on Val Day. I’m well aware of the fact that flower prices reach astronomical heights on the 14th, but if a guy wants to give me some flowers I’m sure not going to say no! And yes it’s a bit of a cliche to get all lovey dovey on Cupid’s holiday but who’s ever turned down some sweet words? Not this gal. So while I accept that most everyone is being loving only because someone at some point in time for some reason decided to make the 14th a romantic day, I will also accept any and all chocolates, flowers, mushy love notes, and dinner dates
And just so we’re clear, I LOOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRVVVVEEE you guys. You make this blog so much fun to write, I love talking to each and every one of you. You are the bees knees.
So I’ve decided to start a series called Random Facts in which, listen to this, I will periodically share with you…some random facts. About me. You never would have guessed that’s what I meant from the title huh? I know. So tricky. Don’t get too excited though, I’m kind of wretched at keeping this series things goin. Like I forget. After the first one. Oops.
So here’s Random Fact #1: I work in a super creepy building that used to be an old Catholic orphanage.
Most people who drive by tend to think it is an insane asylum, or so I’ve been told. Why on EARTH my sweet little town would have an insane asylum on main street, as one of the first buildings you come to when entering the town, right next to a Christian college, is a question that is perhaps unanswerable and yet people still think it is so.
But even without mental patients, the building is freaky deaky. There have been stories of people seeing little children wandering around the halls at night, or hearing children’s laughter. Whether this is from dead orphans or perhaps the people that bring their kids into the office with them, we shall never know. We even have a tiny graveyard on the grounds, left over from the orphanage days. Apparently it is against the law to move graves (who knew?) so there they stay for all of forever. I’m not sure when, why or how we wound up buying the building, but for this story’s sake I’d like to think it had something to do with creepy orphan children freaking the heck out of the Nuns so they abandoned the building to it’s lonely depressed state until we came in and gave it new life, and now the orphan children skip happily down the hallway, singing “It’s a hard knock life”. I personally have not seen any orphans running around the building, but since I am tip top EXPERT level at freaking myself out to the -th degree, I prefer not to stay too late in the office by myself. I’ve seen enough scary movies (ok fine, I’ve seen the previews of scary movies, I don’t actually watch the movie, the preview is enough to have me sleeping with the light on for a few weeks at least) to know that orphan ghosts is code name for freaky demon child in bad need of a wash and hair cut. Don’t be confused, I do have someone on my phone every time I leave the office alone. I refuse to be the dumb girl who waltzes into the pitch black hallway saying, “hello? is anyone there?” and then gets chopped to bits by little Orphan Annie.
Stud bag (bought in Dallas)// Gap chambry top// Asos lace dress// Asos thigh high stockings// Forever21 boots// borrowed owl necklace// Forever21 jewel necklace//Francesca’s watch// 7th&West K bracelet
But I’ve really enjoyed watching my style evolve, and figuring out what I like in the process. I still have no clue what you would call my style. Maybe ADD induced? lol But I do think my style has gotten a little bit more streamlined, a little bit more sophisticated. And I’m sure that process will continue and I’ll be saying the same thing about my style in 2014!
One of the things I’ve loved about blogging has been the memories it has made. I love being able to look back and see what I was doing, what was going on, and see just how much I have changed since then. Not only in my style, but my opinions as well.
That is one thing I’d like to focus on more here at ARF. I want to make more memories. Write posts that are more transparent and personal. I don’t want to worry about what someone will think, or how it will sound, or the fact that this blog is more about fashion than anything else. If this is truly a creative outlet for me than I should be able to create however I want right? right!
