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Who’s That Girl?

If I could be anyone other than myself, it would without a doubt be Carrie Underwood. Or Kate Middleton. But probably Carrie Underwood.

If I could be any fictional character, though, it would be Jessica Day. If you watch New Girl, you know the greatness that is Jess. Sure, she can can be “quirky”, but she’s also very smart, kind, loyal, and dedicated – and just so gosh darn adorable.

Also, more than one person has said I remind them of her, so that could possibly be swaying my opinion.

I really love Jess’ style. I probably dress more like her than anyone else on TV – she’s one of the few characters that I feel like I could walk into her closet and feel right at home.

So, when I recently wore an outfit that was more Jess than probably anything I’ve ever worn before, I couldn’t help but pop on my glasses (even though I was already wearing my contacts), just to complete the look.


Seriously, have you ever seen a more Jess outfit? Bright colors, cutesy printed dress, a bow, and cardigan. All that’s missing is the bangs.

Do you have any TV characters (or real life people, for that matter) whose style you resemble – or would like to? Let’s talk!

A Rose is a Rose

I maybe should have given this disclaimer long ago, but if you all aren’t into florals, you should probably stop following my blog right now. Because I’m obsessed.

Roses seem to be really in right now. I’m not sure if this is the Beauty and the Beast influence, or just a natural evolution of patterns, but I’m into it.

This LOFT top is perfect. The fit and pattern are professionally acceptable, but it’s a sweatshirt. Like, literally. Comfort is not usually high on my list of priorities for clothing, but when I can wear something cute, trendy, and COMFY, I’m all in.
Also, I love these green Old Navy pants. But, it’s no secret that I love Old Navy, and I’ve declared green my color of the year (or Pantone did…not important).

 

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!)

C’est La Vie

In college, I was a French major, something I think many people are surprised to learn about me. I have no typical-French major qualities. My home is not decorated with the Eiffel Tower (well, there are a couple, but you might not notice them next to my Reagan and George W. Bush coffee table books); I am not artsy at all; and my master’s degree is in American History, which probably fits my healthy patriotism a little better.

But, I was, and although I’m not a fan of their politics – or their fashion, for that matter (I know, that’s sacrilege, but I studied there and was not impressed) – France does and will always have a special place in my heart.

This Eiffel Tower belt my mom gave me was the basis for my outfit. I don’t have a lot I can wear with a pink canvas belt with landmarks on it, but I think the stripes lent themselves very well to the French theme. The shoes are just to match the pink, because you know that little strip of color would not be enough for me. And, I bought them in India, so I’m full-on international in this outfit.
1-stripes-and-towersWhat do you think people find most surprising about you? Is it intentionally a well-kept secret, or just a unique hobby/talent/interest no one saw coming? Let’s chat about things that make us, us, and have a great weekend, everyone!

My Awkward life

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming: My Awkward Life.

Y’all, I had the most awkward moment in my not-as-short-anymore-life a couple weeks ago. And this is coming from the girl who asked out her chiropractor – and then went back to him. It was terrible.

As ground work for this story, let me say that although I’m on this kinda-break from dating, I did have one “pre-existing” guy that resurfaced about the same time I started my break. So, I was grandfathering him in and had a date planned with him for the Tuesday after Halloween.

The Saturday before Halloween, I took my cute little Tooth Fairy costume out on the town with some friends. As I was about to leave (literally, I was checking Uber and Lyft rates), a man dressed as a chicken started talking to me, and he happened to be super interesting. (This is not important to the story, but he was from New Jersey, had gone to college in Oklahoma for the rodeo, moved to Nashville for music, still was the front-man for a band, but during the day was a commodity trader who was loaded and lived on his boat (I called it a yacht, but I think it was technically a boat.). FASCINATING. And it was all true. I googled him.)

Anyway, so the Chicken and I ended up talking outside for quite a while, and as we’re sitting there, a guy high-fives me. While I’m high-fiving him back, I look up and see that his buddy, dressed like a tiger, is the guy I have a date scheduled with for 3 days later.

Awkward.

Pause for a moment and let’s reflect on how small of a town Nashville really is. I run into people I know all the time. Usually in less uncomfortable circumstances.

Back to my story, the Tiger says nothing, but keeps walking, and I tell the Chicken that I have a date with that tiger on Tuesday. I figured he might as well share in the discomfort with me, although to his credit, he was much less phased by it than I was.

The Chicken and I keep talking, and after a little while, I’m calling an Uber again, when from across the street, I hear my name. The Tiger yells hey and waves and keeps walking. And I want to die. The Chicken says I can go talk to him, but that’s weird. I think I just did a little half-step dance move, said “this is the most awkward situation of my life”, and got in my Uber.

Needless to say, nothing ever came of either of those two guys. No big loss with the Tiger – this was about his 4th chance, anyway. But, I wouldn’t have minded talking to the Chicken more, even though I don’t think he shared my values. So, maybe it was for the best.

And, there you have it. Definitely the most awkward moment I’ve ever had – hopefully the most I will ever have. It really was like being in the Mindy Project or some other sitcom. But, I survived, and maybe the two bullets dodged made it all worth it.

Maybe.

As my shirt says, though, “Life is short.” Embrace the awkward (and wear sequins).

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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.”

Sigh.

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.

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!
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Inspiration in Various Forms

On Monday, I promised another creative take on one of my dresses. I love dresses, but I have a hard time hanging on to them for long, because they are what they are – meaning, you can’t mix and match much. So, I tend to get tired of them pretty quickly.

But, the past few weeks, I’ve tried mixing things up a little by adding cardigans and belting them for a new look. Last week, I got even crazier and layered a lace top over one of my dresses – and I LOVED IT!!!! Seriously, it might be my favorite creation in a long time, and judging by the comments I got that day, I’d say others liked it, too.

1 - black and yellowThe trick to layering, of course, is necklines and sleeves. If the neck were too low or high – or a V-neck – it wouldn’t work. Likewise, if this dress had sleeves showing through the lace, it would be weird. But the fashion muses were on my side this time, and everything matched up perfectly.

Usually when I wear this top, I wear a black cami under it, so the uneven lace edge is completely lost. The yellow background really highlighted it and showed off the pretty detailing. My flower shoes added just the right touch to tie everything together.

True story: it was raining when I was picking out my clothes this morning. If you’ve been following my blog for any length of time, you know that I like to wear black when it rains – and pretty much only then. So, I started out my clothes-choosing process I intended to wear black, and this was the best I could do. I just can’t help myself with bright colors!

But, more importantly, way back in 2013 when I first started talking about wearing black in rainy weather, I said it sounded like it should be a song – and my friend Sage wrote one! It was one of the coolest moments for me as a blogger, but even more amazing, her band, Twisted Tapestry, now has an EP out, and you can buy “Only Wear Black” wherever fine music is sold. And you should – support local music!

Patriots and Politics

Y’all know I’m super patriotic, but this election is really stressing me out. More than perhaps any other (in my lifetime, anyway), I think there are really huge implications of this election, and as a non-fan of any of the candidates (including 3rd party), I am a little overwhelmed. Facebook’s non-stop political barrage does not help.

So, like the good ostrich that I am, I bury my head in the sand a little, and just pray – that I know who I should vote for, and that God has mercy on us all.

And, I wear flag cardigans, because i just can’t help myself. I actually wore this after Hillary’s speech at the DNC, which was accidental on my part, but not lost on some of my colleagues. I promise I was making no statement, except that last week’s belted-sweater over a dress look was so popular, I thought I’d try it again.

1 - patriotic polka dotsThis sweater does hang a little weird on me – it makes my shoulders look quite broad and boxy. But, it was $3, and I always get compliments on it, so I endure. And, I got a little bold with my pattern mixing here, but it works because the navy’s match and the motifs are both Americana-esque.

On Wednesday, I have another unique spin on one of my dresses that I’m excited to show you. I promised creativity, and I’m trying my best to live up to that!

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