January 15th, 2011:
Sports bra; ??
Loose-fitting tee; Gap
Yoga pants; Marshalls
Sneakers; Target
OK, so…it was important for me to keep with the 30 days no matter what. Even if I didn’t look my absolute most fashionable. Even if I had a schlubby day. And today was one of those days. I started the day with a spinning class, and then went on to do 239482 errands, clean the house and do laundry. How glamorous, right? Well, since it was such a highly domestic day, I didn’t exactly change into something more fashion forward, so excuse me this one time. At least I was able to knock myself out (although not naturally), and get a full night’s rest after what seemed like a week of anxiety-driven insomnia. Hooray for the little things in life!



I have to admit, I struggle with layering and putting together cute cold weather outfits. It’s something I’ve slowly been trying to master mostly by looking at fashion blogs and trying my best to replicate. It also doesn’t help that I don’t have a lot of winter clothing, being a Miami girl and all. Everytime I see a cute sweater or jacket, I always reconsider since I know I’ll only be able to wear it about 2 weeks out of the year give or take. Surprisingly, we have had a lot of cold fronts this year (global warming, what?), so I have had to really work with the little items I do have to keep me warm. Of course, I walked out the door and froze to death since I chose something short sleeved, but hey! I thought I looked pretty cute and colorful, which was definitely needed after another night of restless sleep. Seemed to work, because a coworker told me I looked really happy and cheerful, when what I really wanted to do was pass out on my keyboard.
When it comes to my own personal style, one thing is for sure: I’m not scared of color. I’m usually drawn to the brightest and loudest pieces when I am out shopping. You know, the ones other people run away from, flailing their arms in complete and utter terror. Sure, people tell me they don’t like some of the things I wear, but I brush it off. One person’s tacky is another’s treasure. And I have complete confidence that I can transform tacky or gaudy into fun and kitschy. What can I say? It’s a talent. 😉

