Let The Good Times Roll

{Skirt: c/o Modcloth | Flats: Michael Kors | Belt: Similar}
The other night B and I decided to go for a run. It had been a while since we've done this so imagine the shock my body felt at 7 pm, when it should be watching regularly scheduled television while eating Sour Patch Kids. Actually I felt great for about 12 hours and then I hurt. Which is why I'm wearing flats here and have been for the last three days. An old lady the other day told me I was going to ruin my knees by wearing heels all day long. That's not true -- I'm going to ruin my knees by running once every three months. Leave my heels out of this. 

(PS -- sorry if my rogue arrow earlier confused anyone, my skirt is from Modcloth and my purse is thrifted. But my skirt would have been an awesome thrifted find had that been the case! )

Remember Me?

{Sweater: Bloom | Jeans: Similar | Wedges: Similar } 
A week is too long, right? I've missed you guys. So what's new? We have so much to not catch up on because nothing happened last week. Honestly, you missed a lot of reality TV and some colored-jean wearing, but that's about it. I am glad to be reunited though. I mean if this was a Nicholas Sparks novel, we'd run into each other's arms after writing love letters back and forth for years and then have a passionate make out session. But sadly, I don't even think Nicholas reads my blog. But we can still make out, if you want. 
I did cheat and take these outfit photos last Friday. Mainly because I had showered that day and put heels on, which to me calls for a photo shoot. Really I can make any excuse for a photo. I have hair: photo shoot. I'm wearing something: photo shoot. I woke up today: photo shoot. And this is why Instagram exists. 
(Also, if you are wondering what that splat is in the last photo, it was an orange. I'm sorry to report that the orange is no longer with us.)

Last seen from the boyfriend jeans:

Denim Jackets and Other Fears

{Dress: Simply Audrey | Jacket: Similar | Belt: Similar | Bracelet & Watch | Wedges: Similar}

I don't know about you, but there are a select few pieces of clothing that I am traumatized by from my high school days. Jean jackets, denim overalls, 4" wedged flip flops with large faux flowers attached to them just to name a few. Wind suits. I'm traumatized by wind suits, too. These are the things my nightmares are made of. I don't know why but high school kind of ruined denim jackets for me; I've been weary of them since. (We can't even talk about denim overalls. My therapist says it's still too soon.)

But I've been seeing denim jackets everywhere and I knew that I had to take the plunge. So I took the cheap plunge and found this one on sale. So far so good -- I got it last week and I've worn it 4 times since. Fear of the jacket has been conquered. 

It's official -- I'm in that annoying growing your hair out again stage. I feel like my hair says to me every morning: "remember when your hair was cute and short/remember when your hair was long and pretty?" Only a few more years until it's long again. Hopefully overalls and platform flower flip flops will be back in by then.

Green Jeans

{Blazer: Similar | Wedges: Seychelles | Jeans: Similar | Clutch: Similar | Scarf: Similar} 
I can't stop with the colored pants. I've had to have a talk with myself of buying no more. Now I see a color and think "I wonder if they make jeans in that color..." Colored jeans are the new girl scout cookies: they are everywhere and I can't stop buying them.
In my defense, I bought these on sale back in January before I knew I had a problem. Making excuses is the first step to recovery right? 

Spring Layers

{Blouse: Bloom | Sweater: Old Navy | Jeans: Target - Magenta | Purse: c/o Ellington | Shoes: Modcloth}
Two things: 1. I am obsessed with colored pants. (Exhibit 1, 2, 3, 4, 5) Is this something we should be worried about?
2. I will never stop layering. Why does it always feel like when you layer on pieces your outfit looks more complete? 
The end. (I wasn't lying when I said I only had to say two things...)

(PS -- On sizing questions with this pair of jeans: they are TINY baby pants, my friends. I had to size up 3 sizes because I thought I was going to break a hip trying to get into my normal size. All that to say, don't be afraid to size up until they fit. I also bought the smallest size for my future unborn baby, because they were seriously that tiny.)

Oh Happy Day

{Dress: Blue Bird | Blazer: Gap (Similar) | Shoes: Similar }
I know that technically today is not the first day of spring, that in fact I must wait a few more weeks before I can call it official. But in my mind March 1 = spring. And as we all know, it's my favorite time of the year. Birds literally flew into my window this morning and pulled my curtains open for me, then helped me get dressed. This is why I love spring.
I kid. There were birds in my window but they hung around outside until 3 am last night tweeting up a storm (not on the Twitter, mind you.). But I still like spring, it's just nature I'm iffy about.

(If you were wondering, my dress is borrowed from my mom's closet. She is one stylish lady.)

Opposites Attract

[Blouse: Similar | Pants: J.Crew | Wedges: Similar | Watch: c/o Kenneth Cole | Necklace: c/o Maya Brenner] If there were ever two opposites in my closet, I'm pretty sure it would be cargo army pants and my polka dot blouse. But they work together perfectly. Mainly because pinterest and J.Crew say that they work together. I just do what they tell me to do.
And why yes that is a tiny state of Texas around my neck. Thank you for asking.

Buildings and Books

{Blouse: Bloom | Skirt: Loft  | Boots: Fossil | Watch: c/o Kenneth Cole}

Up until this morning I thought that this shirt had books on it. I kept calling it my library shirt and my husband kept correcting me, to which I just rolled my eyes. What does he know about fashion? But it turns out he knows more than me as these are buildings and not books. Sigh, and I call myself a style blogger...and a college graduate.

It felt like spring this morning when I went outside and I immediately became giddy. I can not wait for spring; it is my favorite season of all time. Which means it's almost time for bare legs, wedges and patios-- AKA the most wonderful time of the year. (You probably thought Christmas was the most wonderful time of the year, but I'm sorry you are wrong.)