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Man Fast 2.0?

Y’all, I think I’m going to go an unofficial Man Fast again. For those of you who don’t know me well or haven’t been following my blog long, a few years ago, I took a 10 month break from dating. At first, I thought it was going to be miserable, but as time went on, it really wasn’t that bad and was a great move for me spiritually.

Fast-forward to now, and I’m kinda over dating at the moment. There are aspects of it that are super fun, of course, and I really enjoy meeting new people, getting dressed up, etc. But, for the most part, it’s a little exhausting and full of varying degrees of disappointment.

So, I’m thinking I may take a break for a while until someone REALLY wows me. Having said that, though, I am willing and available to be a plus one for the CMA Awards…just in case anyone needs one.

But don’t worry, I’ve got enough stories in the bank to keep you entertained, even if I am on a break (and, let’s be realistic. A homeless man threw his lunch at me while I was minding my own business, so break or no break, I will probably have new material.)

One such story happened a few months ago. I’ve been saving this one because I thought maybe this guy and I were going somewhere. We didn’t, so now I can talk about it. I’ve left out his name, but the details are accurate.

Earlier this summer, one of my good friends was in town with her husband. She really wanted to get pancakes at a very popular Nashville tourist destination, and having never been there, I was glad to go. The plan was to go to church, then get lunch. Unfortunately, I had a flat tire that morning and couldn’t go to church, so my friends came to pick me up to eat earlier. However, on the way to my house, they witnessed an accident on the highway and had to stop to give a report to the police.

By the time it was all said and done, we ended up at the restaurant about an hour before we would have been there had the morning gone normally. As we waited in line, baking in the sun, my friend and I decided to leave her husband to hold our place while we shopped at a nearby boutique. We turned around, and two people behind me, looking directly at me, was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He looked like Bradley Cooper – only better, because he was a real person.

Like the mature 30-somethings that we are, this guy and I made eye-contact about 15 more times that morning but never spoke, despite being 2 feet away from each other for 45 minutes. I chatted with my friends about mundane things, started to drip with sweat, got my heel stuck in a crack and had to take my shoe off to get it out – you know, the kinds of things that really impress a man.

Finally, we sat down, ate, and were ready to pay. My friend and I ran to the bathroom, and while I was in there, I got the brilliant idea to write Mr. Cooper a note (this is not unprecedented for me. But that’s a different story). I grabbed a paper towel and wrote:

“You look like Bradley Cooper. If you live in Nashville, here is my number: xxx-xxx-xxxx. If you don’t, you should move. <3, Sarah Beth.”

My plan was to drop it off at his table as we were walking out. Only, when I left the bathroom, he was walking in. He gave me this huge, heart-stopping smile, and went into the men’s room. I walked over to his table, dropped off the note, and literally ran away as his friend sat there staring at me like I was a crazy person.

It was only as I was running away that I realized his friend better have gotten a good look at me because I left no identifying information.

Fortunately, he did, or Mr. C was smart enough to figure it out on his own, because a few hours later, I got a text, “I hope this number belongs to the cute blonde in line in front of me for pancakes.”


Of course, he was exactly my type. Christian, conservative, smart, fun, military special forces (hence, his remarkable resemblance to American Sniper Bradley Cooper)… Of course, he did not live in Nashville. Nevertheless, we ended up talking for about 2 months before the distance just became too big of a factor. But, that was about 7 weeks longer than I expected to talk to him, so really, I count this as a success.

While I was disappointed it didn’t work out, I think my two-month texting relationship with Mr. C did accomplish something very valuable, which was to revive my hope in serendipity (aka, God’s sovereignty). If I hadn’t had a flat tire and my friends hadn’t witnessed an accident, we wouldn’t have been in line at the same time as this perfect human specimen, and I never would have even seen him, much less had an almost-relationship with him. Everyone always says you can meet “the One” anywhere, and if I can meet someone in line for pancakes, never even speak to him, and then talk regularly for 2 months, I suppose they might be right.

So, to bring this long post full-circle, I’m keeping my options open, but I want something special, like what could-have-been with Mr. C. If that means I’m on a break for a while, so be it. If that means I meet someone at the gas pump next to me tonight and we hit it off, great! But if that means I start hanging out at pancake restaurants regularly, please stage an intervention.

1-neon-shoes-navy-shirtThis is the outfit I was wearing on that blessed day. Mostly, I just love these shoes, even if they do get stuck in cracks.

Have you ever left a note on a napkin for someone? How did it go? For those of you in relationships, what are your “meet-cute” stories? I always enjoy learning what circumstances brought people together, and I’d love to hear yours!

Picture Day

Since starting a new job, I’ve had to have my picture taken several times for the website, my staff ID, etc.

Let me assure you – picture day is no less awful at 31 than it was at 8. I don’t know why standing against a gray background staring straight into a camera with an umbrella?? behind it (clearly I know a lot about photographic accessories) makes for such miserable pictures, but I never liked them then, and I don’t like them now.  The guy was even super nice, took about 10, and let me pick the one I liked the best. But there’s a limit to how many different ways I can tilt my head, so they pretty much all looked the same. I picked the one I hated least and called it a day. (Note: I did not order the wallet sizes to distribute to my friends and family).

At least my outfit was cute for the pictures I took of myself. If anyone ever questions why my ID is so unattractive, I can show them this picture as proof that I at least started out looking decent.

1-yellow-cardigan-white-cropped-pantsHave you had your pictures taken lately? Were you pleased with the results? For those of you with kids, is this terrible school picture thing universal, or just my lot in life? I will say, my driver’s license tends to be pretty good for some reason. Perhaps that’s God’s consolation prize to me, since He knew I would look bad in every other ID picture I ever take.

No Chapeau

I wore the cutest outfit this weekend, guys. Purple leather jacket, gray pencil skirt, black booties, gray floppy hat. I was very Nashville (with a shot of me, because I can’t ever play it straight), and I got a million (well, like 3) compliments.

Unfortunately, I can’t document this look for you because try as I might, I cannot take a good picture in a hat! I don’t understand what happens. I think I look fine in the mirror; other people say I look cute. But as soon as I get behind a camera, I look like a 5 year old playing dress-up in my grandma’s closet. It’s a real problem.

So, alas, no floppy hat outfits today – or probably any day. I guess y’all are just going to have to come hang out with me IRL (we don’t actually say that anymore, right? I’m too old to know for sure.).

Instead, though, here is my new favorite dress. It’s no secret that I’m a sucker for a good floral, and this one is bright and cheery, but still bold enough to not look like I’m wearing faded curtains. Some people thought it was vintage; it’s not, but I think the length, cut, and pattern certainly give it that vibe. I paired it with my favorite red bow belt that I think is vintage (it’s almost a bow, right?), some navy pumps and neutral earrings to let the dress and belt steal the show, and I was good to go. Oh, and a coral bracelet. I’ve been into mixing shades of oranges and reds lately. We’ll see where this goes.

1-navy-floral-dressHow do you guys feel about hats – floppy or otherwise? Have you noticed the camera predicament, or is that just a me thing? Would you wear this floral? I’d love to hear from you!


Y’all I am having issues right now. My dating life is currently a bit of a hot mess; my camera seems to be on its last leg, so I don’t even know what’s going on with these pictures; and I’ve been so busy I haven’t even had time to blog. If there were one redeeming quality about the two years before I moved to Nashville, it was that I could be more consistent in my writing…

Anyway, I have great plans to write this weekend and catch you up on my life, my probably now-out-of-season outfits since the camera has been on the fritz for a while, and whatever else might come to mind. I’m a free-spirited blogger.

In the meantime, it’s Friday, so let’s celebrate! I can’t vouch for the rest of the country, but in Nashville, people pretty much wear black jeans exclusively now. So, I added a classy gold tank top, with matching gold accessories (and a green necklace for a little color, although of course you can’t really tell in the picture), and I was ready for a night on the town! (Aka, dinner with two girlfriends. But, at least I was prepared should anything more exciting have happened.)

1-gold-tank-black-jeansWhat’s the black jean trend like where you live? Are you doing anything gold-tank worthy this weekend – ideally more exciting than the dinner I deemed gold-tank worthy? Anything else on your mind? Let’s talk, and have a great weekend, friends!

Two-fer Tuesday: Blue Stripes

First of all, I joined Bloglovin’, guys. I’m trying so hard to think of ways to grow my network beyond just my facebook friends (although I do love and appreciate all of you so much), and I’m hoping this might help…who knows. But, if you’d like, you can follow me here: Bloglovin.

Second of all, how about a little Two-fer Tuesday! One of these looks is very summer (RIP), but the other is from last fall/winter, so it’s seasonally appropriate again. Hooray!

This dress is a super cute Old Navy Christmas gift last year. I actually worked with a girl at my last job who had the same dress, and I just knew we were going to wear it on the same day. We finally did – 5 days before I left. Almost made it! Ha.

Being much more hipster/artsy than me, my coworker styled it very differently than me, but here are two approaches I took. How would you style it?

1-blue-striped-dress-yellow-belt(Let’s not talk about my hair in this second picture; this was just post-unemployment and I didn’t have money to fix it. Instead, let’s focus on the perfect blanket scarf.)

Baby’s First Review!

One of my good friends from Virginia Beach has recently started selling Arbonne, the skin, beauty, and healthy-living products with which many of you are probably familiar. Normally when I hear someone is selling something, I RUN the other way. I’ve had too many experiences where potential-friends have turned into actually-just-salespeople, and where real-life friends became consumed with hocking their wares. Or people I’ve not talked to in years are suddenly sending me facebook messages inviting me to parties in states I left over a decade ago.

But, Joyce is a good friend that I trust – and knew long before she started selling anything – so, when she asked me to review some Arbonne products on my blog, I was happy to help.

Joyce sent me some tea from Arbonne, a couple fizzy drink add-ins, and most exciting, a sample of the full RE9 Advanced Skincare line. One of the things I really like about this line is the convenience. Order everything at one time, and you’ve got a full line of morning and evening products to take out the thinking (I’m definitely a routine person; I don’t like to have to think about something as mundane as washing my face).

The set includes cleanser, toner, a serum, eye cream, and day/night moisturizers – 5 steps to better skin! Most of them have a delightful creamsicle scent. I can’t use the full-line; it wasn’t quite the right fit for my skin. However, the cleanser is HANDS DOWN the most thorough cleanser I’ve ever used. I wear two kinds of mascara, and taking it off at the end of the night is an impossible task that, even with eye makeup remover, leaves my washrags permanently stained. This stuff made eye makeup remover superfluous and left my skin so clean and refreshed.

Arbonne boasts natural ingredients, which I didn’t research enough to comment on. But, if you like a full no-thinking routine, it might be a great fit for you. Or, if you like a very thorough clean, the RE9 cleanser might be just what you’re looking for. Or, if you just like creamsicles. Regardless, Joyce would be glad to help you find the best products for you at www.joycereddinger.arbonne.com.

If you sell something you’d like me to review, please feel free to send me a sample or something, and I’d be glad to try it. But, keep in mind, that I might not buy your product myself because I’m cheap. And please don’t try to befriend me solely to get me to buy/sell something. That’s just rude.

Now, here is my own version of a (now out-of-season) creamsicle. Have a good Monday, y’all!


New Cities

Hey guys! This may be the only post I have time to write this week (and by may, I really mean 100% certainly will), but I wanted to say hi! The past two weeks have been so crazy with Labor Day travels, leaving a job, starting a new one, etc., but everything is going well. I feel very much back in my element in my new position, and I’m continually so grateful that God placed me in Nashville, the perfect city.

A friend of mine recently moved to another city, after giving Nashville a go for about 2 years. Why in the WORLD she didn’t absolutely love it here is beyond me, but she spent the past two years being miserable, much like I did in Georgia. Now that she’s been in her new home for all of about 3 days, she’s already making friends, taking in beautiful sunsets, exploring, and generally loving life. The dramatic shift in her circumstances and outlook is so similar to what I experienced when I moved to Nashville last October, that I can’t help but be excited for her to have finally found “home”. Sometimes, you’ve just got to find where you belong, even if that means taking a scary step in faith into the great unknown.

The point of my story is two-fold: one, it’s so important to not let fear hold you back from stepping out into something new. You just don’t know what will be on the other side, and it might be the very thing you’ve been hoping and praying for.

And two, joy really does come in the morning. I’m so grateful that God moves us in and out of seasons. Yes, the hard ones are important – for character building, if nothing else. But, there are also good ones on the horizon. So, if you’re in your own version of Georgia, don’t give up. Keeping moving forward, keep stepping out in faith, and one day soon, you’ll suddenly wake up and realize you’re in a new, beautiful, wonderful place that even 10 months later, still feels like a surreal vacation sometimes.

This outfit has nothing to do with any of that – or with much of anything else, for that matter. But, I like it, and my makeup game was on point that morning.

So, have a great rest of your week, everyone, and keep pressing on to the good!

Extra, extra, read all about it

Well, guys, as of yesterday, I am no longer employed at the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum. Instead, on Wednesday, I’ll be the newest employee of Belmont University!

I didn’t really want to make a big deal of it, partly because I always make a big deal of my life changes, and partly because it’s not that big of a deal. I had some really great experiences at the CMHOF, but ultimately, the journey of the past three years has taught me that higher ed is where I belong. My dad has worked in it practically my whole life; I guess I should have just followed the family business. It’s where the oldest child usually ends up anyway, right?

Anyway, I’m excited to go back to admissions (if anyone wants to get a degree in physical or occupational therapy, let me know). But, a little sad that the days of wearing sequins to work are over. Sure, I’ve been told my new office is “business casual”, but I don’t think that an academic office ever defines that term with shiny things.

Saturdays, though, you can bet I’ll be rocking this combo again – it’s high-low fashion perfection.
1 - chambray and sequinsHave a great weekend, everyone, and happy Labor Day! Here’s to boats, beers, and the last breath of summer!

The Hot Doctor

By popular demand, here is the story of me asking out my chiropractor that I alluded to a few weeks ago.

First of all, I hope he doesn’t ever read this (not sure how he would?), because I’m not really changing any details.

Second of all, let me assure any legitimate contenders for my affection (??) that I’m not the Taylor Swift of the fashion blogging world. I really don’t talk about dating situations that actually matter – good or bad. But, some of my stories are just so funny/ridiculous/entertaining that to not share them would be a crime.

Third of all, it’s long, but I think you won’t mind.

Those disclaimers made, I’d had a sore back for about 6 months, thanks to an ill-fated trip to the honky tonks on an icy night. I basically just googled a chiropractor near me and showed up. And, he was beautiful.

If you’ve ever been to the chiropractor, you know they get all up in your business, so having one that is good-looking is a little awkward. But, delightful.

My first three visits were great – he grinned so big when I walked in and would sit next to me while I was on this massage table thing and just chat. Then, he told me that I should find some friends with a boat so I could go on the lake with them…and he could come with me! So, y’all, I thought I was golden.

I seldom (never?) ask guys out. I’m just a little old-fashioned in that way. But, I thought the doctor/patient thing might make him think he couldn’t, so on my 4th appointment, I told him I wasn’t coming back for a while because I was feeling better. He seemed sad about it. Then, my appointment ended, and the conversation went like this:

Me: “So, what are the ethics here?”

McDreamy: “Uh…what do you mean?”

Me: “Well, since I’m not going to be here for a while…do I have to officially fire you for us to hang out?”

McD: nervous laughter. “Um, I’m not sure.”

Me: suddenly feeling awkward. “Well, read your chiropractor ethics book and find out.”

We talked about this for another minute or two, I asked if he’d be “disbarred” or whatever, and then we finished with this exchange:

McD: “I think there’d be a fine.”

Me: “Oh, then it’s totally worth it!”

McD: more nervous laughter “Uh, well, I guess I have your number…”

Me: “Haha” (but really, ‘yeah, dummy, it’s on my chart’)

Predictably, he never called. So…that did not work as I’d anticipated. But, I don’t regret asking him because a) I thought I was clever about it, and b) I would have always wondered “what if”, if I hadn’t.

I still think he gave me all the right signs – it honestly didn’t even occur to me that this was a gamble. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. But, this is not the end of the story. Of course.

Unfortunately, I hurt my back again, and since he’d helped so much the first time, I thought I’d be an adult and go back to him. So, I did…

The follow-up visit actually wouldn’t have been awkward, but his receptionist forgot to record the appointment. So, I walked in to an empty office, and him coming from the back in shorts and a t-shirt. For some reason, we still went ahead with the appointment, despite the fact that we were the ONLY TWO PEOPLE IN THE OFFICE. Had my previous attempt at alluring him gone better, this scenario could have been quite romantic. But, alas. It was instead as awkward as befits my life (insert monkey with his hands over his eyes emoji).

So, here I am again at square one. C’est la vie. In that spirit, here is a dress I used to wear on dates all the time. I don’t any more, partly because I haven’t been on a date in a while, partly because I’m tired of it, and partly because I’ve moved on to shorts as my go-to date wear. But, it still has a little wear left in it, and you know I love a good fruit motif.

1 - mint green dress, yellow accessoriesHave a good day, everyone! And be bold! It does make life more exciting, even if it doesn’t work out like you’d planned.

Summer Dayz

Sadly, my days of wearing outfits like the one below are numbered. I can feel the change in the weather encroaching. The South allows us, fortunately, to take liberties with our wardrobes and stretch that summer out a little further. But, since trendy Nashvillians wear boots year-round, I may have to break out the fall color palette sooner than later.

Don’t worry, though. I’ll still wear the floral shirt. I’ll just pair it with black jeans or something. I just bought some of those (Old Navy’s 40% off everything sale gets me every single time!), so I’m excited to see how I can make some of my spring/summer clothes stretch a little further.
1 - floral, turquoise shoesHas fall come where you are yet, or are you still dragging out summer – in spirit, if not in weather?

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