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Last week I shopped in preparation for my California vacation. My best friend from graduate school was going to be in Los Angeles for a work conference and had a trip to Napa for Memorial Day planned, so we decided that it was best that he stay on the west coast for the week and explore the Golden State with me.

I am beyond excited. We are going to so many cities that I have only scratched the surface of, if that. Next week, I am meeting him in Los Angeles, and from there we are going to Palm Springs, Paso Robles, and wrapping up in Monterey.

I needed a weekender bag and a long torso swimsuit for the trip. The suit was marked down and so inexpensive, less than 25 dollars. I splurged on the weekender but as far as these types of bags go, it was relatively cheap. I signed up for email updates – from which I will inevitably unsubscribe – and saved twenty percent, as well as getting free shipping and handling with the Mothers’ Day promotional code.

I splurged on a tie dye sweater. I have been stalking it and it’s polo shirt and oxford counterparts, as they are all listed on the website but never available in any size… Until last week, when the sweater was available in limited sizes. I jumped at it and even though it was especially pricey, I will at least be able to identify my size and have the opportunity for a free return.

Lastly, I bought a vintage Brooks Brothers dress. I think it was probably made in the 1980s. Shopping vintage can be a double edge sword: If you spot something you love, you have to jump at it. There were other identical dresses in the fifty to hundred dollar ranges (linked!), but my size was a mere nine dollars and another nine dollars for shipping, I snagged the dress ASAP.

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I bought this pair of shoes. They were sub-sixty dollars and I have had my eye on them since… February? I wrote about them back then here.

I wore the same style in a different colorway back in the fall of 2016 for engagement photos, during which my husband and I covered about three miles of the cobblestone hills of Georgetown. Only after the last shot did my feet start to ache. Nevertheless it did not bother me enough to keep me from a friend’s engagement party and subsequent Orca Platter at Old Ebbitt’s Grill.



While we were visiting North Carolina, my sister mentioned wanting a pair of wedges that I currently have in navy, albeit in bright red. I happened to see that they were on sale for $25.99 and available in her size. One text to her husband to confirm the address, and the wedges were on the way to her closet, unbeknownst to her.



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After last week’s eBay indulgence (I ended up purchasing five vintage Lilly Pulitzer dresses, each one fitting perfectly), I had to take pause before I allowed myself to further indulge in last week’s Brooks Brothers Private Sale. Despite the fact that I attempted to combat the need to shop like a madwoman by simply writing about what I liked as opposed to engaging in a shopping frenzy, I did end up shopping.

I already have two pairs of these leggings (last on the blog here); one of which I wore to pilates today. I love that the style has a 34 inch inseam but capacity to stretch out much longer (like to 38 inches) without making the leggings effectively sheer. This makes them the perfect legging for the tall gal.

As I have been going to pilates (in love with the reformer) and / or yoga daily, it is practical for me to buy another pair of leggings. I only have eight pairs and I stand by that not being excessive.

alo goddess legging


I bought two pairs of shorts in two sizes each. I am not fitting into the shorts I have with me on the west coast the way I prefer, which is slightly oversized. I love my 4 inch inseam chino shorts (on the blog here and here and here); graduating from the 3 inch inseam section is a necessary measure that comes with growing up. I just bought a pair of 5 inch inseam shorts as well, so you could say my soccer mom wardrobe is nearly complete.


clockwise from top left5″ Inseam Shorts // 4″ Inseam Shorts // Heels // Sweater

Not to say that I am into cross dressing, but I am no stranger to my husband’s side of the closet. I love borrowing a button down to wear over a pair of leggings or even over a skirt. These shirts are not intended for me; I bought them for the husband as he had to recently retire two button downs. Gotta treat your husband right, you know?


left to right: Stretch Regent Fitted Dress Shirt, Non-Iron Stripe // Stretch Regent Fitted Dress Shirt, Non-Iron Micro-Check // Regent Fitted Dress Shirt, Non-Iron Grid Check // Original Polo Button-Down Oxford Regent Fitted Dress Shirt, Stripe

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Lately, I have been scouring eBay for vintage Lilly Pulitzer, Vineyard Vines, and Brooks Brothers. While I love the products the these brands release brand spanking new, shopping the secondary market is the best way to set yourself apart from every other blogger out there who is wearing the latest and greatest in each of the lines, while still indulging in the resort and preppy style aesthetic. This is why I will never throw out my early 2000s Vineyard Vines prints or my 50th anniversary Lilly Pulitzer shift.

Especially as the latter is celebrating it’s 60th anniversary right now. Who is the die hard OG fan now?!

I scored a patchwork Lilly Pulitzer circa the mid 1990s period, and a lemon / lime patterned caftan and butter print shift, both circa 1960s. Shame on me for shopping. High five for shopping the secondary market.

I am coveting a few more Lilly dresses via eBay. Do me a favor and buy some of these {go up a size because the 1960s through 1980s styles run small} before I get a chance:


row one: dress // dress // dress

row two: dress // dress // dress

row three: dress // dress // dress

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last week…

My husband and I are on the third day of our eight day cross country road trip and I am currently en route from Asheville to Little Rock today.

Believe me when I say that between packing for the next few months, sorting boxes into short term and long term storage, and planning a coast-to-coast itinerary, adding to the stuff I had to pack was the last thing I wanted to do.

No shopping for me last week. How many weeks am I up to?

(Whoa. Eight. A record.)


The Cracks Begin to Show

Last weekend was particularly noteworthy. After a productive morning and an afternoon nap, my husband and I went out to a bar to for a party in honor of our newly engaged set of friends. Meeting parents and family members inevitably followed and I still need to know about Blake’s mom’s skincare regimen, as I originally thought she was his older sister. Tucking my phone away for the night to conserve battery to call for a ride home, I was able to stay in the moment. It was a wonderful thing.

Our thirty-something selves left around nine pm as we committed to ourselves that we would. Two Tylenol PM and some Frasier on Netflix and we were asleep by eleven pm. The next morning we woke up to the remnants of Winter Storm Gia. It was early enough that I had the idea to go to our neighborhood Green Eggs Cafe. We had never been but the line for the wait is typically just too long to even consider. I called to verify whether they were open (they were) and whether there was a wait (negative). With that, we each threw on an outfit and boots and we were on our way to beat the inevitable Sunday brunch crowd.

I took observation of my appearance as we walked past a mirror in our lobby and out of our building. Bedhead hair barely tamed with earband, leggings, sleepers in my eyes behind a pair of sunglasses. I would have been more concerned about my appearance but as it was relatively early in Philadelphia for a Sunday at least, my mind was focused on eggs.

After a short walk during which we enjoyed the light blanket of snow, we were seated immediately and each served big mugs of black coffee. I commented about having such a fantastic weekend and despite a fifteen minute rush to get to the restaurant, a relaxing morning. It may have been the best morning we had in recent memory as we were able to stop, reflect, relax and just enjoy the simplicity of a Sunday morning.

About halfway through my mug of coffee, I looked down into the black abyss and noticed a crack in my mug. The crack did not make the coffee any less delicious or effective. It was the perfect metaphor for how I looked versus how I felt that morning: to the outsider I likely looked like a mess but for the first time in awhile on the inside I felt great and could not have been happier.


Life is not always about the perfect blowout and put-together ensembles. This part of my life is not necessarily one that I share, but these moments tend to be at my happiest, leggings, bedhead, and all.


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What did I buy this month? Well, with a gala coming up for the first week in October, a size six gown (Jesus, take the wheel), and weight loss not going the way I hoped, I bought three dresses in two sizes each.


beaded dress // ruffle strapless dress // flocked dress

My plan was to find one of these dresses that would serve as my back-up in the case that my size six perfection of a gown did not fit the way I hoped by this week. Towards the end of the month after all six of the gowns arrived, I tried on the original game plan gown, and then the other gowns. I should mention that I purchased the other gowns in sizes ten and twelve and two of the above are the same contemporary designer as my original game plan size six gown.

Neither of the dresses of the same designer, two sizes up, fit better than the size six. Each fit smaller than the OG size six. In a way this was thrilling. I was not, however, as jazzed that I had to pay a restocking fee for the flocked gown return. Hashtag racket.

Other than that? Other than some perfection that J.Crew released, specifically this tall skirt in burgundy, I haven’t even been tempted.

Hasta Spa Vista, Baby.

This past weekend was my birthday. I celebrated by getting my hair cut and highlighted, a pedicure and gel manicure, dinner at Parc, and a day at the Philadelphia location of Rescue Spa. It was everything.

Truth be told, I never indulged in spa services until I started long distance running in my mid-twenties and when I finally did, it was only massages and I kicked myself for not starting sooner. Cut to getting my first facial treatment back in 2016 and internally getting angry at myself again for not starting that sooner. At the beginning of this year, I committed to myself a spa day each month. I tried Riva Spa and the Philadelphia location of Lush Spa, but neither compare to the experiences I have had at the Center City Philadelphia Rescue Spa.

The downside to Rescue Spa is that you have to make appointments well in advance, but that is just a testament to how amazing it is. I knew when I was checking out of my spa day back in May that I wanted to return for my August birthday and consequently made a three service appointment: deep tissue massage, detox body wrap, and facial. It was surprisingly more affordable than I anticipated.

This weekend instead of going on a bender or instead of going HAM on the upcoming Lilly Pulitzer After Party Sale, treat yourself in a different way. You will feel much better about yourself if you book yourself a spa experience. No hangovers, alcohol or shopping blackout-wise. For the spa novice, I suggest a classic massage and facial. Been around the spa block? I suggest a detox body wrap, deep tissue massage, and facial with the high frequency wand add-on. Rest yo’self!

Buena Vista Pictures
Credit: Buena Vista Pictures

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My shopping moratorium for the month of April went much better than that of February and March. I am back on the success train that was January!

Something that helped me not shop was reflecting on where the prospective garment would live in the apartment. Is there even room in the closet or in a dresser for it? My answers were almost all nearly no.

This month I purchased two things and both with brand rewards:

bralette // underwear


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March was not so good for the Shopping Moratorium. When I look back on the stuff that I bought…well, I feel guilty that I fell so far from my course. It is time to rededicate myself to the cause.

When I was in my last year of graduate school, I started to feel like a hoarder. Enter eBay. While I started selling on the site to lessen the bloat, I soon realized that it was a wonderful and passive way to supplement my income. During a time when I was stretched thin between coursework and a job, I found that between the fifty free listings per month and a Sunday morning-long investment in time, the results yielded enough money to live a just little more comfortably.

Within the past month, I started to get that familiar feeling of once again being a hoarder. Cut to me pulling anything I have never worn – which was an embarrassing amount – and anything I haven’t worn in seasons – fat feels – and listing them. It seems like less of a waste to sell it and sock that money in my Roth IRA.

So what did I buy this month?





tweed skirt