Tastefully Trendy

A life and fashion blog by Sarah Beth

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Goodbye, my love

Well, the news is still settling in, but I guess there is no denying it now: Tim Tebow is engaged. When I posted about this on facebook, one of my friends said, “Nothing is final until you’re dead.” And while I appreciate that sentiment, I think it’s safe to say that Tebow and I are probably not going to be a thing at this point.

A friend sent me a Babylon Bee article about both Tebow and Chris Pratt being off the market in the same week, and it hit a little too close to home with its satirical interview. “If I couldn’t land a Christian football star or an A-list Hollywood actor,” laments the single Christian girl in question, “then is there really going to be any guy out there for me? I’m just not sure there are many other choices that God would have for me.” Words I may or may not have spoken at some point. The article goes on to say that at time of publication, this girl was “googling ‘single Christian celebrities’ to try to replenish her list of men she suspects God has destined her to be with.” Something I may or may not have done.

While my crush had significantly subsided in recent years (due, in large part, to the realization that he’s not into blondes), at other times in my life I was honestly pretty convinced that some way, somehow, Timmy and I were going to end up together. I intentionally didn’t read his book for a long time so that if I ever did meet him, I wouldn’t know everything about him and could ask him questions like a normal person. Because normal people are definitely convinced they’re going to marry celebrities they’ve never met.

I did TRY to meet him, though. When I lived in Virginia Beach, Tim was doing a football camp in Williamsburg, and I dragged a friend with me to see if we could find him. We could not. Another time, a friend invited me to her church in Knoxville where he was speaking. I went and intentionally wore a bright yellow dress so I’d stand out. Like a highlighter. But that didn’t work, either. Even when I went to India, I had a layover in France, and I thought I’d get to hang out in the lounge (I was wrong), and I imagined that Tebow – who would for sure have lounge access – would come in, we’d strike up a conversation, I’d tell him I was returning from a mission trip, and he’d propose on the spot. Or something like that.

That also did not happen.

But, I was prepared for this disappointment. I had been pretty convinced another time in my life that I was going to marry a celebrity – Prince William. Princess Diana died when I was 12, and like everyone else, I was glued to the coverage – and that’s how I learned that her 15 year old son existed. And like the 12 year old that I was, I fell hard.

I bought every magazine about Diana in print and plastered my 7th grade locker with William pictures. I sent a cassette tape to the princes that I thought would encourage them after their mom’s passing (this was half well-intentioned sweetness, and half because I thought he’d listen to it and just have to know the American girl who sent it – and to know me is to love me). And when one of my friends said she really thought I’d end up with him, I took it as a word from the Lord. This was also middle school, so I took license plates with my crush’s birthday numerals on them as signs from above.

Alas, Wills is 3 kids in at this point, and Tebow bought his fiancée a rock the size of Texas. But, I don’t regret my day dreams. Being a romantic makes life more rosy and interesting. Sure, following Tim across the country wasn’t the most productive use of my time, but I had some fun adventures with friends and got some good stories along the way. And perhaps my friend was a little off in her forecasting about my future royal wedding, but if 7th graders can’t have wild dreams about the future, who can?

So, I wish Timmy the best, and I will continue to live vicariously through Kate and Megan and all those who wear a crown, because, well, my name literally means princess, so I can’t help it. But, I won’t start googling Christian celebrities again, just yet.

I don’t have a good tie-in for this outfit. I just liked it. I actually wore this dress to work last week. I know it’s really too fancy for the office, but I’ve been watching a lot of Suits, and Donna inspires me with her fashion choices, as inappropriate for the workplace as some of them may be. And, I put a sweater over it, so that definitely toned it down.

So, friends, I told you my embarrassing stories – what about you? Have you ever been CONVINCED you were going to marry someone famous? Who was it, and what measures did you take to make this happen? Please share so we can all reminisce about famous loves gone-by. I bet some names might pop up more than once.

<3,
SB

thank u, next

Happy New Year, everyone!

In the spirit of not making resolutions I won’t keep, I’m going to stop promising how often I’ll have a new blog post. I get embarrassed when I don’t live up to my own expectations, so the new rule is, I’ll write when I have something to say. Or a really great outfit to feature.

Also in the spirit of the new year, and of Ariana Grande, I thought it might be fun to take a trip down memory lane. Reflecting on the past can sometimes be a great way to head into the future.

Unless you’ve been trapped in a fallout shelter for the past month or two, you’ve probably heard Ariana’s new song, “thank u, next.” It has spawned countless memes and an epic music video that took the social media world by storm for a full 24-48 hours.

The basic premise of the song is Ariana looking back on all of her past relationships and reflecting on the good they brought her and the lessons she learned. She ends by talking about focusing on herself and being grateful for all the ways she’s grown, even through difficulties.

Of course, in true 2019 pop star fashion, the song is full of profanity and teenage slang (I honestly don’t see how it’s possible that she’s over the age of 15). However, I really like the sentiment – the idea of looking for the good in all of our life circumstances, including the painful ones.

Can I really say “I’m so [edited] grateful for my ex” about every guy I’ve dated? I’d have to think pretty hard about that. But, I can at least highlight a few:

Thank u, next:  To my grad school guy – thank you for being the reason I made a lifelong friend. There’s nothing like common relationship drama and young T. Swift music to bring two early-20s girls together and make them inseparable for life. Also, thank you for shoveling my snow.

Thank u, next: To the guy I went out with a few times when I was 23 – you prompted me (quite unknowingly on your part, I’m very sure) to refocus my life and reprioritize my relationship with God. My twenties may have looked a lot different had I not known you.

Thank u, next: To the guy I went out with a few times when I was 26 – thanks to you, I went on a 10 month Man Fast, and it was the single best spiritual undertaking in my life thus far.

Thank u, next: To Hot Trainer. We never actually dated at all, but you showed me what respect looked like at a time when I’d experienced very little of it. And you set an impossible standard for text response time with which no man has ever been able compete.

Thank u, next: To the guy from Ohio. I freaked out a little on you. Sorry about that. Thank you for being nice and letting me get it out of my system on you, so no one else need experience it.

Thank u, next: To my chiropractor. Whenever I want someone to think I’m funny, I tell our story, and they always do. Also, you fixed my back, so I appreciate that.

Thank u, next: To the lawyer. We’ll always have Whytheville.

Thank u, next: To the Navy SEAL I went out with that one time. Thank you for helping me realize that it was possible for a man of your caliber to be interested in a girl like me. I’m also glad I can someday tell my grandchildren that I dated a SEAL (you’ll forgive me if I embellish the story a little).

Thank u, next: To Bradley Cooper. You raised my standards permanently and helped me realize what I’m really looking for. And it snowed in Chattanooga in March, which was pretty magical, if you think about it.

Thank u, next: To all the military men I’ve ever dated – thank you for teaching me about your jobs and war zones and the insiders’ scoop on international relations, and for answering my questions about the 2nd Amendment and whether or not we should even be in said war zones. Also, thank you for serving and looking so good in that uniform (heart eyes emoji x 10).

Thank u, next: To everyone else – to the first dates who I genuinely enjoyed talking to, thank you for good conversation. To the first dates that were a little painful, thank you for taking the risk, anyway. To the ones who didn’t ghost me, thank you for being honest, even when it’s awkward. To the ones who did ghost me, thank you for helping me strengthen my own skills at having difficult conversations.

I don’t know what 2019 will bring me, but if I can keep looking for the good, perhaps it’ll all turn out just fine, no matter what.

I do know that 2019 will certainly bring me new clothes, even as I’ve been watching Tidying Up and throwing out tons of old ones (to be fair, I read the book a few months before the series came out and had already begun the process).

But here are a couple of 2018 outfits that will remain in my closet, as they definitely spark joy:
I’m not 100% sure that this dress wasn’t intended to be an “Ugly Christmas Dress” – it’s pretty loud and velvety… But, I love it and proudly wear it, unironically.

Poinsettas are a Christmas flower, of course, but I may still wear this dress into January, as it doesn’t have any Santas or trees on it – I think I can get away with it. It’s just a shame to only wear something you like so much during one month of the year. The next dress was my New Year’s Eve dress. My expectations for NYE are always way too high, and I’m usually disappointed. But, I love the hope found in a fresh start – and the sparkles, of course.

Lest you think I skipped my sequins this year in favor of a more subtle sparkle, please look more closely at my shoes. Sequins will forever have my heart.
I hope you all enjoyed your holidays and are expectant about the new year. Perhaps you might also take a lesson from Ariana (words I would never have expected to come from my mouth) and reflect on some of the past seasons in your life – good and bad – to see how you’ve grown because of them. And, let’s pledge to ourselves to continue to look for that good in every situation we encounter in the new year.

<3,

SB

Tastefully Trendy: Halloween Edition

In honor of the occasion, my Tastefully Trendy Tuesday post is, well, on Wednesday. Maybe next week I’ll be back on the wagon, guys.

I was not allowed to celebrate Halloween as a kid. Sure, we went to Harvest Festivals at church, but I never once trick or treated, and I really have no memories of dressing up. If I did, it was at church as an angel or Bible character – so, basically, I wore a bathrobe. My mom was always good about making sure we still had candy like all the other kids, but costumes just weren’t a thing.

Maybe that’s why I enjoy them so much as an adult. My college town had a huge block party every year for Halloween (no joke, Little Richard played one year!), and hundreds of kids would trick or treat down the pretty avenue across the street from campus. It was just so fun, I quickly became hooked.

As an adult, I still don’t see the point in dressing up like a witch or goblin or something evil. Or something ugly, for that matter. No judgment if that’s your thing – I just would like to take every opportunity to be something I (probably) never actually could be in real life, but would like to be, if given the chance: a princess, a fairy, a mermaid. Something beautiful and glamorous.

And for some reason, I feel strongly that buying a costume is cheating. I don’t know where this idea came from. I’m not a crafty person; usually if someone says “you can just make it yourself”, I get anxiety. But at Halloween, I transform into the queen of tulle and hot glue and fabric adhesive. And surprisingly, my creations usually turn out pretty well.

Before I unveil this year’s costume (which, if you follow me on instagram and watched my story this weekend will be a little anticlimactic), let’s take a walk down memory lane…

2014:

This year was the first that I really got into my costume making. I’d dabbled before, but never had I bought so many disparate pieces and had a true vision for how my outfit was going to look. As with any Halloween costume, you have to make it “sexy”. But, because I’m still me, I wanted to keep it classy, too. So here is my version of Cinderella.

The secret to Halloween costumes is the details, I think. Obviously, this is not a literal interpretation of Cinderella, but thanks to my choker, headband, gloves, and the color blue (and some bangs that were unfortunate in the grand scheme of my life, but perfect for this costume), every girl knew who I was. Almost zero men did – ha!

Also, not Halloween, but one year I did a Cinderella photo shoot with my very talented friend Julianne, and I’m still obsessed with those pictures. So, here are two of those just for fun:



2015:

In 2015, I’d moved to Nashville literally three days before Halloween (y’all, I’ve been here 3 years now!). My bestie and her then boyfriend (now husband) came up to visit and she and I went together as a construction worker and her stud finder (get it?!). I liked our costume together, but no one really realized we were a “couple”, and kept complimenting her on her costume independently. Oh well – you win some, you lose some.

2016:

In 2016, I discovered the glue gun, and my life was forever changed. I don’t know why I’d never used a glue gun before – I’d seen my mom use one a billion times and they are remarkably easy to use. But, I guess the motivation was lacking until my tooth fairy costume.

I reused my Cinderella tulle tutu (which I’d made, by the way – thanks, Pinterest!), but again, the beauty of this costume was in the details. My tooth wand and the toothbrush crown (the crown was really my favorite part), plus my Dollar Tree wings were enough for several moms to stop me on the street for pictures to send to their kids.

2017:

Last year, I didn’t have any party invitations, so I didn’t plan a costume. I will never make that mistake again – something almost always comes up at the last minute.

In this case, I had just started dating a guy who was going with all of his buddies as the Disney Princesses. I wanted to go along with the theme, but not compete with it. He was Snow White, so I decided to be a (generic) dwarf. Y’all, I put this costume together with about 12 hours notice, and I was pretty proud of my quick work. I already had the hat, romper, and booties, so I just needed some buttons and a lantern and I was ready to go (or, hi-ho, if you will).

2018:

And now we arrive at the present, and I may have outdone myself this year. The amount of time and money I invested into this costume was probably not justified by the 3 hours I actually wore it, but it was so much fun for me to create, and one very inebriated gentleman did kiss me on the cheek and say that he loved that I wasn’t basic, which is about the highest compliment anyone could give me.

With no further ado, I present – the Mermaid!

 This tasteful” mermaid look was inspired by a picture on Pinterest, but honestly, y’all, I didn’t know until literally the minute I put it on if it would work at all. I was so pleased with how it did. Naturally, I already owned the tank top and the skirt (actually, the skirt is what originally originally inspired the mermaid idea). I bought a seashell bra on Amazon and painted it with glitter glue to match the tank. Then, I embellished it with rhinestones and seashell sequins, and finished off the skirt with some tulle and adhesive tape (which didn’t work as well as I’d hoped. I reinforced it with safety pins, but you can trace where I went in Nashville by following the tulle trail). I had no idea, though, that the tulle would flare out a little like it did, which made the costume even more perfect.

And, let’s talk about my mermaid makeup because I was pretty impressed with myself. Lots of highlighter, lots of glitter, turquoise winged eye shadow, and lavender frosty lipstick. I would have liked the eye shadow to be a little more pronounced, actually, but I didn’t want to buy bolder turquoise eye shadow to wear one time, so I made do with what I had.

So, there you have it: 5 years, 5 costumes, and lots of creative fun! My favorite is either the mermaid or the tooth fairy – those details just get me!

What was your favorite costume that you’ve worn? Do you believe in making or buying your costume? Were you allowed to celebrate Halloween as a kid, or did you have a childhood like mine? Let’s discuss!

<3,

SB

 

Long Time, No See!

It’s been a while, y’all. When I went on my blogging break a little over a year ago, I wasn’t sure what the future held for Tastefully Trendy. Would I be back a week later? A month? Would I ever be back? Would anyone care either way?

Well, a few weeks ago, at least 30 of you voted in an Instagram poll that you’d like to see me back, which is way more validation than I needed. So, let’s dive right in. Here’s a look at my life since July 10, 2017 – by the numbers:

414 – approximate number of days I’ve been MIA.

8+ – pairs of shoes I’ve bought in that time period

Innumerable – Target trips

2: low-key celebs I’ve met and tried to slide into their DMs

0: times I’ve been successful


(Bobby Bones and John Crist – it’s not too late to get back to me!)

5: days spent on a beach trip to Pensacola

10: pairs of shoes I packed for said beach trip

Countless: hours it took to pack for same beach trip. Still the worst packer ever, guys.

1: Navy SEALs I’ve gone on a date with

1: Navy SEALs I’ve instantly fallen in love with (spoiler alert: San Diego and Nashville are too far apart.)

2: exes who got engaged this summer

0: chiropractors I’ve hit on

409: days I’ve been grateful to live in Nashville (I subtracted the days I was at the beach, let’s be real.)

So, as you can see – not a lot has changed. I still love clothes and going on dates and my church choir. I still waffle between being hopeful and feeling discouraged about my life trajectory – sometimes even simultaneously. And, I still hope that my little blog is both fun and encouraging to those of you who read it. Thank you so much to all of you – your existence is good for my soul.

I’m still not sure what the future holds for Tastefully Trendy. For now, I’m thinking a weekly post might be both attainable and enjoyable for me. We’ll see. In the meantime, here are my vacation outfits – even more poorly edited than usual because I took them with my phone, in a mirror. But, I left on my Snapchat captions for your reading pleasure.

Honestly, y’all, my stomach is not my greatest feature, so this is as much crop as I dare. On a related note, I’m 33 years old.

This last outfit I did not wear on vacation, but I bought it and took it with me on vacation, and I love it, so it’s a bonus.

Thank you all for reading and encouraging me to come back. Please feel free to leave comments, and let me know if you have anything you’d like me to talk about – fashion or otherwise. Or, just say hey. Have a good week!

<3,
SB

Sunday Best

Christ is risen! He is risen, indeed!

Happy Easter, y’all! I hope everyone had a beautiful Sunday celebrating one of my most favorite holidays.

This Easter weekend was a little rough for me, but what better holiday to have a rough weekend before than Easter? It is so full of joy, and hope, and expectation. And brunch and pretty dresses! No matter what’s going on in your life, it’s pretty hard not to have your spirits lifted on Easter.

And, it DID NOT RAIN in Nashville for Easter. This is remarkable for two reasons: 1) it rains all the time here. 2) Rain was forecasted all day. You never know the miracles that will occur on this blessed day.

I’m posting this picture with my friend Hannah because although it’s a little grainy for some reason, it was taken much earlier in the day and is therefore a much better picture of me than the official outfit picture below. So, keep this one in your mind, and then proceed with caution and a forgiving eye.

I debated off-the-shoulder for church. Is that appropriate? I still don’t know. But, I figured since it wasn’t a LOW off-the-shoulder, I had my hair down, and most of the time I was wearing a choir robe, I could get away with it. Judge if you must. But, I know you can’t/won’t judge me for the florals – or at least, you shouldn’t, because I gave a very clear disclaimer that I am obsessed!

I usually love to look out in the congregation at church on Easter and see all the pretty colors, but I sort of forgot this year. Plus, I did notice a lot of white being represented. Even my own dress is more neutral than the usual bright yellow or coral I tend to be drawn to for Easter.

So, since I didn’t pay attention to people’s outfits at church, show me yours! Did you buy something new specific for the occasion, or recycle an old faithful?

Whatever you wore, I hope it was a beautiful day.

Cool Cool

I made a comment on facebook recently that I think I might be losing people’s attention because I haven’t had any good dating stories in a while. So…it’s time to give the people what they want!

One of the reasons there has been a shortage of stories about my love life is that I deleted all of my dating apps. I decided to just give real life a chance again for a while. And real life has treated me pretty well – I can generally weed out the weirdos before I go on a date with them (that doesn’t prohibit me from doing embarrassing things like asking out my chiropractor, but it does limit the awkward interactions), and so my dating experiences are much more pleasant. Perhaps, though, pleasant isn’t as great for my blog readership.

Fortunately for all of you, the other night, a ghost from Tinder past popped up.

For you to understand this story, I need to tell you about a guy I met online back in May. He lived in Knoxville but came to Nashville a lot. We exchanged numbers, and he started texting me. His texts were not exactly stimulating, though… Almost every day, he’d ask me how my day was, I’d answer, and then he’d ask when I got off work. Everyday I’d tell him I got off at 5. Guys, 5:00. Like, that’s not a weird time to remember. But, every day we’d have the same conversation, and I’d tell him the same time. His response was always, “cool, cool.” End of conversation.

Naturally, he became the “cool, cool” guy to my friends. After a week or so of this dead end conversation, I just ghosted. People may disagree with this technique, but when we’ve never met and I’ve shared no more conversation with you then when I get off work and “cool, cool”, I think ghosting is completely appropriate.

Fast forward to last weekend, I went out with some friends for my birthday. A man I’d never seen before came up and started talking to me, and as the conversation progressed, he insisted, repeatedly, that he knew me. I knew I’d never met this guy, and I don’t usually have “one of those faces”, but he insisted. After about 5 minutes, my friends were ready to leave, and I was over the conversation, so I said my goodbyes and the guy asked for my number.

Side note: I almost always give my real number, unless the guy is REALLY creepy. It’s hard to reject someone out right like that, and I don’t like lying by giving a fake number. I figure the worst that can happen is I get a few annoying texts after. Again, you may have a different philosophy on this point than me. That’s fine.

Anyway, the guy texted me while I was standing there so I’d have his number, but I didn’t open the text then. My friends and I went on our way, and it wasn’t until a few hours later that I looked at my phone and saw the unopened text. I opened it, and much to my surprise, there was a text history from that number. And, of course, as you’ve likely guessed by now – it belonged to the “cool cool” guy.

I guess my profile pictures are super memorable, or maybe he just has a photographic memory, because I for sure did not recognize someone whose pictures I’d seen 9 months ago. But, kudos to Cool Cool for being right; technically, we had “met”.

Also, as you might have guessed, I did not ever respond to him. Sorry, buddy. Meeting you in real life had only confirmed what my intuition has previously told me.

So, the morals of the story here are 2-fold. 1) Always listen to your intuition. It will not lead you astray. And 2) never delete your text history.

I was going to show you the outfit I wore that night – it was a very cute romper/choker combo, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, none of those pictures turned out well. So, instead, here is what I wore on my actual birthday. I told you’d I’d probably wear this tulle skirt – and, I did! (Still not my best representation of a cute outfit. I promise it looked good, though. And I was a big fan of this color combo!)

Happy Birthday to Me!

Y’all, it’s my birthday!

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not one of those subtle people that hopes everyone forgets about my big day. I like my birthday, and I don’t mind people celebrating with me (even if I’m not excited about the number anymore…)

On my birthday, I always like to wear something really pretty, that makes me feel very girly and fun. Last year, I wore my purple satin skirt with gold shoes (and was very overdressed for an all-day work orientation, but whatever). This year, I’m writing this before my birthday (true confession, I usually write these posts in advance – it’s the only way I can get them done!) I really want to wear one of my sequin skirts, but that’s generally frowned upon in academia. So, I’ll probably wear this pretty skirt again, because I love it, and what’s more feminine than a long tutu (let’s be realistic, that’s essentially what this is).

DSC_0035I’ve talked before about how much I love mixing high and low style – the chambray and the tulle are a perfect juxtaposition to each other. (Side note, does anyone remember that store in the mall? It took me FOREVER to learn how to say that word as a middle schooler. But that didn’t stop me from shopping there!)1 - tulle skirt, chambrayThe lavender-gray of the skirt isn’t something I have a lot of in my closet, but I think it’s a pretty color, and purples are easy to blend, as you can see with my shoes here.

How do you all celebrate your birthday? It may not be with fashion, and that’s okay! But, if you do have something particular you like to wear on your special day, I’d love to hear about it!

And the winner is…

Can I complain for a moment about Nashville? Yes, I’ve sung its praises ad nauseam for the past year, but I do have one bone to pick with the perfect city, and I really am feeling my grievances strongly today.

Nashville has too much to do! I simply cannot get in all the fun things that I want to do because there are too many and I have to sleep. And work. And wash my clothes. (insert the disgruntled sigh emoji)

Okay, so obviously this is not a REAL complaint. But, honestly, if I were to do everything in this city that I want to do, I wouldn’t ever sleep. Which might be part of the reason I have gotten sick several times…moderation is not one of my greatest strengths.

Last night, for example, was the CMA Awards. The 50th CMAs. It’s a concert I would have loved to see live, and all of the social media posts about it made my already pretty severe FOMO sky-rocket. Plus, Beyonce was there. When am I ever going to be in Beyonce’s presence another time? I’ll tell you. Never.

Unfortunately, while the CMAs typically need seat fillers, an opportunity I frequently take advantage of, because this was the 50th anniversary, they needed very few extras, and only people who had gone to other smaller events throughout the year were eligible.

Why hadn’t I gone to smaller events throughout the year, you may ask? Please see the 2nd paragraph. I just can’t fit it all in, and it makes me sad. Things I have missed this week: a free Chris Janson concert, two free Dierks Bentley concerts, a Halloween party actually on Halloween – and probably many others.

But, the beauty of Nashville is I can miss things because I know there will be many more opportunities. I’ve seen Dierks at a free concert once this year already, Keith Urban performed downtown at lunch one day – there’s plenty happening, I just have to pick and choose. The unfortunate thing is, I can’t predict the future, and if I choose something on Saturday, I might not be able to do something more fun on Monday. And FOMO rears its ugly head again. (Or, I might choose the things that do not qualify me to go to the CMAs, and then I’m just watching from my TV like the non-Nashville masses.)

So, there you have it: probably the most first-world problem of all first-world problems. I feel better having ranted about it, though, so thank you for indulging me. And here is an outfit I wore as a seat-filler to the CMT Artists of the Year show a couple weeks ago, where I was mere feet away from Carrie Underwood, in all of her sequined glory.

wp-1478126164155.jpgForgive the unflattering bathroom selfie, but it was the best I could do and leave on-time from work. The seat-filler dress requirements are pretty strict, and I don’t have a lot that fits the not-sequined, non-bright colors, non-white bill. But, I got a couple complements on my old faithful satin skirt, that I made look like an intentional outfit with my black shirt by adding a semi-blingy belt.

I know y’all don’t feel sorry for me for missing the CMAs, but let’s talk about concerts. What’s the best one you’ve been to? Have you ever been to an awards show? If so, which one – and more importantly, what did you wear??

Bachelorette in the City

This summer is a busy one for me, as I’m in two non-local weddings. So that means flights, showers, bachelorette parties, and pretty things galore. (It also means two of my single girl hold-outs are abandoning me (insert sobbing face emoji x3)).

Anyway, the first bachelorette party was this weekend, and I didn’t even have to go anywhere. If you didn’t know, Nashville is, without hyperbole, the bachelorette party capital of the US (Vegas is the guys’ version). So, this weekend I got to play tourist in my own town (coming up on 6 months living here, y’all, so I’m definitely a local now), and it was so fun.

Of course, as every good bride (and bridesmaid) knows, every bachelorette party must have a theme, and ours was Bachelorette in the City. So, we got to go the classy route, wearing black and white with pink accents.

I didn’t have a chance to get a full-length picture of my outfit by myself, but I’m sure you’d rather see me with the bride, anyway. She looked so pretty in her sparkly, white dress, didn’t she?

1- bachelorette partyAt the beginning of the season, I always feel a little “over-exposed” wearing strapless things or shorts, but I do love this romper so much, and since most of my closet is a little more colorful, I had limited black and white options, anyway. Tack on some pink earrings, pink pumps, and some complimentary gold accessories, and I was on-theme and ready to take over Broadway.

Below are some of the details for a closer look. I also really liked my makeup, but I haven’t figured out a way to accurately capture it on camera (suggestions?). In the meantime, I included this picture because you can kinda tell what it looked like, and I thought maybe you’d also like to see my wrinkles…

1 - bachelorette detailsWhat was the theme of your bachelorette party? Or what would you like to do when the time comes? Let’s chat!

Two-fer Tuesday: Decade Parties

Y’all I’ve been busy, lately! I know I say that alot, but this time it’s been with fun things. Thank you, Nashville!

Two back-to-back weekends, I had decade-themed parties to attend, and if you know anything about me, you know I love dressing up for a theme!

The orderly side of my brain really wants to show these chronologically, but instead, I’m going to buck that instinct and save the better outfit/decade for last. So, first up – the 90s!

Even though I was in middle/high school during the 90s, I really had to do research to know how to dress for this party. As I googled, I realized why I remembered so little about the decade of my youth – fashion was AWFUL. Literally nothing about the 90s – from hair, to makeup, to shoes, to clothing – was flattering. Or even pretty. It’s one thing to look back and laugh at what you used to wear. It’s another to look back and want to immediately re-block everything from your memory.

I went the grunge path for my look. Some others at the party took the Blossom route, and that was cute, but would have required way more investment then I was willing to give.  With butterfly(esque) clips in my hair, dark lipstick, a plaid skirt, and the requisite shirt tied around my waist, I looked almost terrible enough to have stepped straight out of the 1990s. All I was missing were true combat boots. Oh, and a scowl.

1 - 90s plaidNow that’s out of the way, let’s focus on the 80s! This party was much more fun to dress for, as I could use a lot of my real life clothes, and I’m always a fan of bright colors. Also, can we bring back the 80s eye shadow? I literally had turquoise, purple, and pink (I used blush, so it was bright enough) on my eyelids, and it was the most fun ever!

Here is the headshot, complete with teased hair, popped collar, and the appropriate sideways glance:

80s headshotBesides the aforementioned tri-color eye shadow, my makeup for this look included bright pink blush in a streak on my cheek, and hot pink lipstick to match. None of this current tasteful balancing of subtlety and bold statements for the 80s – bright everything!

My favorite parts of this look are the details – all denim, in differing washes, a slap bracelet (an ode to the many taken from me by my kindergarten teachers), and the geometric earrings. Plus, Keds, tight-rolled jeans (hard to do on skinny jeans, btw), and the side pony. So, basically I love everything and would totally dress like this again if I could get away with it. I mean, these were all my regular clothes, anyway – I just don’t usually combine them this way.

1 - 80s neon with makeupOh, and can we talk about that jazzercise leg pop? Even the posing was fun!

So, now that I’ve made it very clear which decade I prefer, let’s talk about your favorite. Are you a grunge chick or a neon babe? What were your favorite childhood trends? How do you feel about bringing back the bright eye shadows…?

Let’s be nostalgic together!

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