My little sister is one of my favorite people to give gifts. She is awesome at pinpointing exactly what she wants, while still delighting in a surprise. Cut to the year she had no idea that there was a Marc by Marc Jacobs hobo bag coming her way. She cried tears. And years later, it is still on rotation in her closet.
Ear warmth is so clearly of utmost importance this winter.
My little sister is also big into beauty. Not vlogger or blogger level, but definitely more so than I am. She is the one who introduced me to the Caudalie beauty elixir. (Or rather her dog, Elsa, did as the gift was “from” her.) She has not really caught on to Glossier or Frank Body yet. I am especially looking forward to introduce her to the former, as the natural/low-key philosophy of Glossier is very consistent to her approach to skincare and make-up.
I found the best fitting ski pants for a tall gal. Much better than the pair I last wore snowboarding (see above). I purchased them when they were full price on a promotion, but found that they were too small. Eight months later they were nearly sold out of a tall size run; however, after some light stalking, they were once again available one size larger than I typically wear. Per the reviews, this is a common sentiment. Size up, thank me later.
Thank sweet baby Jesus for seats in the ampitheater.
Empire of the Sun put on an insane show.
Two weekends ago, the fiance and I went to a music festival in Camden. We bought the tickets intending on seeing Fitz and the Tantrums, but we were late getting back from Annapolis so unfortunately, we missed their set. We caught the tail end of The 1975, and decided to stay for Empire of the Sun, Bastille, and Kings of Leon.
The day’s high was 59 degrees with slight precipitation. While it did not amount to real rain, there was enough moisture in the air to warrant a rain coat. The fiance warned me that this was hypothermia-triggering weather and so I took extra consideration in picking an outfit that would keep me dry and warm. I wore a Patagonia rain coat, North Face moisture-wicking long sleeve, Lululemon Wunder Unders, and sneakers. Truth be told, I could have gone for another layer under the rain coat.
We got to the venue and noticed that while other girls were my sartorial doppelgangers, a solid number of girls decided to take a festival fashion angle. There were denim cutoffs, white eyelet pieces, and sandals. Part of me felt bad for these girls who attempted to prioritize #aesthetics over comfort or even health. (How many of these people came down with a cold the next day? I am curious.) But I also know that these girls should have known better. So ladies, going forward, can we agreed to forego festival aesthetics for comfort and health? We both know that you did not pin wet hair and goosebumps to your festival pinterest board.