Category Archives: Style

Delayed Gratification

Kittens, I can’t believe that I’m saying this, but of all the pursuits I used to ADORE, shopping has made me so moody lately.

I see clothes and they do nothing for me.

I see shoes and they do…nothing for me.

I look at the things in my closet before I get ready for work and ask myself, Can we not just skip directly to tights?

To say that my life is currently dominated by spandex/rayon blends would be an understatement, but that doesn’t make this situation right.

Moisture wicking-gear aside, I’ve managed to snag a few things here and there since The Ban lifted.

Thank God.

The madness does not stop there.

Does it ever?  I think not.

A couple of weekends ago I was browsing the J.Crew outlet online and just drooling over everything in sight.  It seems like they’ve made quite the comeback in the last year and a half or so.

BUT (and here’s the kicker) instead of pressing “Checkout” right then and there like the shopping fiend of my former glories, I decided to give it some time to see what really stuck.

Um, excuse me, what?

HOW SENSIBLE.  I’m pretty sure that has been penned in every book about personal finance that has ever been written.

Please note, I did not “refrain” from checking out because of personal finances.  It was wholly rooted in a desire to avoid bringing more crap into my closet.

Still, who knew I had that in me?

Last Friday, I did the actual shopping.  And upon the discovery of a 30% off coupon code that was allegedly expired (it was not), I walked away with a veritable bounty of things for not-so-much money.

In all seriousness, I only spent the same amount that it would have cost to drag an equivalent amount of clobber home from Target.  So my waiting was, in fact, worth it.

Can I get an Amen for that?

Anyway, the haul.  Please note, there is no pleating, there is no neon.  En ce moment, I just…can’t.

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Not from J.Crew: The dress, the maroon and lavender cardigans.

I tried to avoid buying more sundresses because as I realized the other week, my closet is actually pretty full of them.  If this is the biggest issue I’m facing, then I think we can all agree that I am in A Good Place.

I mean, can we all agree that we could probably achieve World Peace if everyone had enough frocks in their closet?  Because I’m positive that we could.

My new dilemma is trying to figure out what it is that I actually do need to stock up on for the summer months.

The first step: Purging the shoes I own that are falling apart or don’t fit well.  I’m ashamed to admit that I own a disproportionate number of them.  I need the shelf space.  The time is now.

What are you stocking up on for summer?

Be still, my heart.

I preface this by saying that this entire post should be a tribute to why I am not a stylist insofar as photos are concerned and/or why if I ever sold anything on eBay, people would be able to understand that I was selling the Real Thing and not Photos I Found On The Internet.

This is my favorite purse of all time.

It’s the Coach Carly (in-case you actually cared) and I have no idea as to what, specifically possessed me to buy it in 2008.  But I’m 100% certain that this bag is what fully ingrained the concept of investing in nice accessories handbags.

The only terrible part about this purse is that the weave on the fabric was defective.  So after about a year, the edges started to fray.

Coach was not down with that so they discontinued the line and recalled the bag.  You could either ship your bag in and get a full refund, or keep your bag and get a 50% discount off of another purchase.

I kept the bag, obviously.

And then I swore to myself that if they ever reincarnated the design, I would purchase it immediately.

I’m not even kidding when I say that I could carry this purse for the rest of my life and be happy.

Actually, Marcus is probably extremely happy if he’s reading this ;)

So when I was cruising the Coach website with a 25% off coupon and saw this bag?

I didn’t even blink.  It was in my cart and being shipped before I could even stop to process what was happening.

Which is kind of hysterical, considering how much shopping I haven’t done since last November.

I know there’s not nearly as much hardware.  But the original concept?  Appears to be fully intact.

Be still, my heart.

Do you have a favorite purse?

Screen Testing Lavender

Most important order of business: Marcus is home!  He’s was off on a business trip for the past few days, so I got to fill my time with the following fabulous activities:

  • Watching Something Borrowed, which in case you were wondering most depressing movie ever because there really isn’t a “winner.”
  • Doing a mini-marathon of 19 Kids and Counting…Am I the only one wondering when they’re going to announce the next Duggar engagement?  Because I’m really rooting for Jana.
  • Feasting it out on single girl food (like monstrous salads and sweet potato fries for dinner) and doing dinner with my parents.

I very much prefer having Marcus around versus not.  But sometimes, it’s really nice to be able to just…do all of the things without worrying about whether or not another human being would find the activity to be tolerable, much less enjoyable.

We have all been in that place, no?

About a week or two ago, I came to terms with the fact that I am officially pale.

Ironically, this did not happen while we were in California, but about a week after the fact when I saw a snap of yours truly out with The Runners.

But today it just seemed…worse than usual.

I didn’t know one could get pale-er.

Yes, I agree.  A belt would have been a welcome addition.  Which I realized when I was sourcing the day’s first mug of tea.

Hindsight.  20/20.

Back to the pale-ness.  I kind of wonder if it might have to do with the sweater.  I don’t know the last time I wore lavender.  Lavender and slate?  Probably hasn’t happened ever.  But Ann Taylor was having a great Valentine’s Day sale and after snapping up two of these last year (in black and pink), I knew I couldn’t go wrong by adding a few more colors to my repertoire.

I mean, I’m sorry, but why would you pay $78 when you can get it for $29?  HONESTLY.

Can we all agree that sale shopping is cathartic?  I’m fairly certain that if we still lived in a hunter-gatherer society, wool would be my prey.

Back to the matter at hand, considering the fact that I absolutely despised cardigans as a pup, It’s actually kind of astonishing to see how many I’ve managed to amass.

In case you were wondering, between my open cardigans and those with buttons, I possess 22.

It’s best if you don’t spend too much time thinking about that number.

To answer your question, yes I wear them and love them all.

Meanwhile, a co-worker tried to re-assure me that yes, lavender was my color.  Since I already own the sweater, it’s not as if it will disappear from my wardrobe.

See also: All of the snow we haven’t had has left me totally unprepared for just how dry winter can be.  I’ve gone from living my life and not asking questions to feeling like the entire top layer of skin wants to secede from the union.

I’m not okay with this.

What colors wash you out?

How many cardigans do you own?  Guesstimates are welcome.

Ending the Ban

At midnight tonight, the shopping ban is officially over.  And now that I can shop?  I don’t really have the urge to.

I can’t say that living with the same wardrobe for the past two months has inspired me to purge any pieces.  Or drastically rehabilitate my style.

I pretty much still love all of it.

Which is good, I guess.  The idea of “paring things down” sounded appealing in that Edgy People Who Own All Black Capsule Wardrobes-sort of way.  But we all know I’m not the girl who lives that way.

But I am able to recognize which pieces I bought because I really loved them and which pieces I bought because I had “nothing” to wear.  You know, wardrobe fatigue.  We all suffer from it.  Some of us (moi) more than others.  Which is part of what I wanted to curb through this.

I did cheat once.  Because they were the two things that were so freakishly cheap, I couldn’t pass them up.

Y’all know I love me a good Rue La La Lilly Pulitzer Flash Sale.

Resort Wear is my kryptonite.

But going into it, I visualized.  I thought about the very specific-sort of things I would be willing to bring into my closet.  Which gave me permission to walk away if those “deals” weren’t there.

My haul?

Just call it Country Club Cammoflauge.

While I was hanging these two in the closet, I discovered a dress that I snagged at the Banana Republic outlet on Black Friday for like…$6.  No, seriously.  It was an extremely pleasant surprise.  Both buying it AND re-discovering it.

That I’m still “finding” things in my closet I didn’t know I owned means I can probably drag this experiment out a little longer while I wait for that personal style-epiphany to strike.

How often do you buy things because you don’t have anything to wear?

When is the last time your personal style shifted drastically?

A Month Into The Ban

My copies of Vogue, W and Vanity Fair are tucked snugly in the magazine basket.  I still haven’t finished my December Issues.  This is clearly symptomatic of the fact that it has been a little over a month since I started my No Shopping (for clothes) Ban.

Yes.  Seriously.

I, Kat, managed to survive an entire month without purchasing clothing.

No Boxing Day sales, no New Year’s Day sales.  Nothing.

When I look in my closet, it’s the same show on a different day.

A closed herd.

Full Disclosure: A few things made it easier.  Like the coat that I got for Hanukkah.  And the other coat that I bought right after Thanksgiving, but didn’t decide to keep until the second week of December.

Since I tweeted about them forever and a day ago, I promised Megan that someday I would post snaps.  Today, the snaps.

Subtitle: The one where I try to channel The Duchess.

Before Boujis.

After Boujis. The paparazzi are so pesky like that.

I'm thinking this would be best for a Passing Out. Or The Meet at Cheltenham.

And you already know that something I ordered at the beginning of September finally appeared two days before Christmas.

But really, I’m as surprised as you are.

The first month?  Not so bad.  There were a few moments where boredom took over and the actual act of dressing myself seemed a little bit tedious.  I totally blame that feeling on the week of casual days we had at the end of December.  I think I speak for everyone when I say that casual day is a wonderful thing.  But it also removes all of the mindlessness that accompanies my normal Getting Ready For Work-routine.

And Getting Ready For Work and co-workers you’re not worried about impressing?  Not as much fun finding the right outfit for Friday night.

All of that aside, I can truthfully say that I touched clothing in December that I had not touched in months.

That wasn’t really the point of all of this, but it was nice to know that they were useful pieces and not Bad Buying Decisions That My Pride Kept Me From Returning.

There’s truth to the fact that what you can’t see can’t end up in your closet.

I can’t say that I would be able to commit to a year without shopping.  Ever.  I find the idea to be totally insane in the same way that I will never understand People Who Say No To Mirrors.  But I will say that the last month has been really good for me as I try to figure out what, exactly, it is that I want to add to my wardrobe.

In a perfect world, I would declare January AKA Month Two of The Great Experiment to be the month where I change things up a bit and start innovatively styling stuff from my closet.

To really figure out my personal style.

Instead, I think I’m going to keep on trying to wear things that haven’t seen the light of day in a year.  I think people who don’t actually ban themselves from retail establishments call that “shopping your closet.”

Have you ever implemented a shopping ban?

What’s one piece of clothing that you LOVED when you saw it in the store, but once it disappeared into your closet you never touched it again?

Lip Butter

Let’s talk lip color.

I can’t say that I’m afraid of lipstick.  Rather, the only shade I ever buy is bright red.  Because if you’re actually going to commit to a color other than “glossy” or “natural,” I feel like you should make a statement with it.

But red lipstick isn’t a show I take on the road every day.  It’s like the gold handbag I picked out got for my birthday.

Best for nights out.

Used in moderation.

About a month ago, Sarah (my newly appointed Drugstore Diva Spirit Guide) wrote a post about Revlon Lip Butter.

After reading her thoughts on the matter, I was pretty much into it.

I’m afraid of lip stains because they seem too permanent, and I have a hate-hate relationship with most lip glosses because they leave my lips feeling incredibly sticky and most of them seem to involve some sort of poisonous taste.

I think that poison-taste is supposed to be flavorful.

And maybe it is.  If you’re a robot.

But it’s just not working for me.

After seeing a feature on Emma Stone in W where she was sporting the stuff, I knew that The Universe was Voting Yes to this idea.

Emma Stone + W = Real World Fashion Mandate

It was time to source.  Naturally.

On my first trip to the drugstore (after three laps of the cosmetics section) I grabbed two tubes – Berry Smoothie and Candy Apple.  There was no method to this madness, just a lot of finger crossing.

Berry Smoothie was almost identical (albeit glamorized) to my natural lip color.  Except for when I wore it to work.  The fluorescent lighting didn’t really do me any favors there.  But you had better believe that I felt like I goddess when I put it on in my cubicle.

Candy Apple was a vibrant shade of red that looked at home on my face instead of garish.  Most importantly, it didn’t do that awkward thing where you put a bold lip color on and then suddenly your teeth look…not as white as they usually do.

I did NOT road test this color at work.

I’ve got to give Revlon some credit.  They hooked me instantly with this product.

So on my second trip to CVS (God bless ExtraCare Reward Bucks), I nabbed Peach Parfait.

More is more.

A comfortable compromise between the first two, though you wouldn’t guess it from the case.

Now my biggest concern is keeping my lips moisturized enough so that the effect provided by the lip butters actually looks…natural.  It’s like the work just never ends.

Do you do lipstick?  Lip gloss? 

What types of colors do you usually go for?

The Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show Strikes Again

Mistake of the evening: Watching the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.

And yes, I realize this makes my blog post days late.  Because we’ve already had lots of time to dissect it on Twitter and Facebook and everywhere else besides here.

See, we didn’t have the time to watch it when it originally aired (yes, Marcus and I watch it together) and I kept on putting-off watching it because I wasn’t in the proper state of mind to see so many wings.

Yes, I believe that you need to be in the right mood to enjoy The Wings.  That’s the whole reason I watch the show.  That and the shoes, the rhinestones and the glitter-covered runway.

What I totally forgot is that once you turn that show on, you cannot tear your eyes away.  Not to text, not to tweet, and certainly not to blog.

It’s dazzling stuff, really.  Though I could do without all of the backstage clips since it’s not actually live and they run it through more than once.

Less drama, more sparkles please.

Had I thought to look back through this digital diary of mine, I would have seen last year’s post, remembered and behaved accordingly.

You can’t win them all.

Quite honestly, when the show was actually happening live, I was extremely confused by the stats everyone was sharing about how The Angels are not built like the average woman.

Um, no shit.

I can say with 100% assurance (take that 99.9%!) that I don’t know ANYONE who looks like an Angel.  That doesn’t really phase me in the slightest.

I would actually say if anything, I like the Angels more because we do see them on TV once a year.  We now know (for better or worse) exactly what they put their bodies through to prepare for the show.  We get to see them move.  You can tell what’s “real” versus what has been airbrushed/edited/touched up in a picture.  Do they walk a runway that has extremely flattering light?  Yes.  Do they have their makeup professionally done?  Of course.  But it’s far more tangible than looking at a mystery-meat picture in a magazine.

Did you watch the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show?

Truth: Next year I’m throwing a Ladies’ Night.  It’s just necessary.

Who is your favorite Angel?

Miranda Kerr.  Still.

Scraped Together

Shocker of the century: I have been zero percent interested in my clothing lately.  I’m not sure if it’s fall apathy creeping in (transitioning your wardrobe is a major pain in the ass) or the fact that October was essentially a blur.

When I wasn’t functionally paralyzed, I was traveling, celebrating holidays or running my tail off.

Small wonder I haven’t had the time to dedicate to getting dressed properly.

Fear not, I assigned certain friends to warn me if I began dressing in a matronly fashion or if I started letting myself go.

Because above all other things, that sort of behavior is unacceptable, plain and simple.

What did I manage to scrape together?

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Simple.  Functional.  Nothing flashy.

We all knew I wasn’t exactly running around naked.

Once again, I employed the law of multiples to great success.  After I took two of those tunics home from LOFT immediately before the High Holidays, I just knew that future Kat would love me for sourcing two more.  I’m still standing by that decision.

When you find staples that fit into your style like that, you’re basically obligated to buy.

But now that we’ve gotten all of that practical nonsense out-of-the-way, I’m ready to commit the month of November to sourcing pretty things.

What am I craving?  A pair of black boots with heels, dresses for work, dresses to layer over tights for going out, chunky sweaters.

Pretty.  Cozy.  Enduring.

Will some of it involve sequins?  We can only cross our fingers and hope.

What are you dying to add to your wardrobe before Thanksgiving?

Coming to Terms

This has been a real week of coming to terms with things.

Sunday evening, 6:00 PM – We turned on the heat.

Monday morning, 7:30 AM – I realize I can’t leave the house without a scarf anymore.

Tuesday morning, 6:00 AM – I acknowledge the fact that hot coffee in the morning is the only thing that will get me out of the house until the trees have leaves again.

Wednesday afternoon, 4:00 PM – I notice that none of my sweatshirts really feel Warm Enough.

Thursday evening, 5:50 PM – The big guns come out.

Legwarmers strike.

I don’t know how I blacked out this Essential Apparel from my memories of fall/winter/early spring, but truly, I did.

And the moment I put them on, just like the last time I had this revelation, the shivers disappeared.

It’s going to be a long five months.

Legwarmers: Are you a believer?

All sorts of confusing.

Kittens, shit is about to get confusing.  So consider this your warning.  Because if you finish this post and you’ve raised your eyebrows to the point where they’ve met your hairline, then you have an idea of how I’m feeling.

Except times that by 10.

Roll with me.

I thought I was going to share snaps of my dinner outfit with you tonight.  Except it wasn’t that exciting and if you have seen me in one tunic and leggings arrangement, then you have probably seen me in all of them.

So just use your imagination.  And look at it this way…When I decide to pull an outfit repeat, it will be the first time that y’all get to see it.

Win-win.

What could possibly be more fascinating?

I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to lose the glycogen stores that I spent all summer accumulating to great success.

I have no callouses left.

I have one giant blister on the edge of the ball of my left foot.

And as of today, one pain-free six-mile run under my belt.

Sunday is coming and my weekend just got turned all sorts of upside-down.  Pray for strong legs, a safe run and the ability to listen to my body if it says no.