Pinterest Update! 2014 Fall Fashion

I am not a fashion blogger.  In fact, for a long time, I never understood how fashion bloggers take those really professional photos. Like, is that a real photographer behind that lens or her boyfriend?  Luckily, my bloggy friends finally informed me that yes, sometimes it is her boyfriend, and other times it’s a tripod camera.  A milkawhat?

This is one of the main reasons that I love pinterest.  Even without all the fancy technology, I can still pretend to know a thing or two about the fashion industry.  In fact, my fall fashion board is my only pinterest board currently hovering above 100 pins.  If you’ve been around here for a little while, you are aware of my slight obsession with keeping pinterest boards within 100 ole images.  It’s the only way that I will continuously reference them for inspiration.  Admittedly, with all the latest and greatest outfit threads, it’s hard to limit myself, especially when I am in a pinning frenzy.  This is why I enforce my pinterest fashion golden rule: I only pin images that remind me or include articles of clothing in my own wardrobe.  It helps keep me sane.

When I glanced at my fall fashion board recently, I was excited to see a few things that popped out at me that I knew I wanted to rock this season.  So, I decided to put together a little fall fashion show.  I mean… Why not??!  Even if I can’t play with the big girls, at least I can give it a shot!  A big thank you to my “photographer”; apparently we can’t do this stuff without y’all.  Boots and pants!

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1. Color Inspiration - I loved this yellow dress styled with an oversized scarf.  I loved it even more when I realized that I have one in a very similar color in my own closet.  Since my dress is strapless, I paired it with a cotton blue jacket.

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dress: Old Navy // jacket: gift // scarf: Gap // booties: gift

2. Close, but not quite: Damn, leather has been hot these past couple of years.  Unfortunately, I never made the splurge on any actual piece of leather clothing.  Luckily, however, this pinterest pic reminded me of some plain old black pants and top that I had lying around in my dresser.  Thrown together with some neon pink pumps, I was feeling spicy!

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blouse: Target // pants: Francesca’s // shoes: gift

3. But what do I do with all those summer dresses? For a long time, I never knew what to do with my summer wardrobe once fall crept around.  In fact, most of my pieces hibernated for the winter time until I could show them off with a little skin. Enter: the sweater.  Thrown on top of a lazy summer dress, it’s an instant two outfits in one.

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sweater: Marshall’s // dress: Old Navy // jewelry: Old Navy // boots: gift (what can I say, my mom likes shoes)

ps. None of these retailers have any idea who I am.  I just like their clothing and enjoy showing off some of their threads!

Repost: Cleveland – Land of the Creatives

I have to be honest. When all the buzz surrounding Lebron James’ possible return to Cleveland started, I ignored it.  To say that the whole situation reminded me of his departure to Miami four years ago is an understatement.  For me, Lebron or no Lebron meant nothing. He departed my heart many years ago.

When I heard of his actual decision, I was shocked. Truth be told, my ignorance of the team debate partially stemmed from a strong belief that he would never return to Cleveland again. When I started to see friends’ posts on Facebook with the link to his Sports Illustrated article, I ignored those as well. Why would I want to read the words of a guy most recently known as a traitor?

Eventually, I succumbed to the peer pressure, otherwise known as news feed takeover, and read his article. Shoot. I found many detailed arguments that resonate with me – the desire to spread his wings and leave the Ohio borders for a period of time, the constant lure back to his home state, the determination to give something back to the city by the lake that raised him.

The underlying message throughout the article emerges prominently in one of the very last lines:

In Northeast Ohio, nothing is given. Everything is earned. You work for what you have. -Lebron James

This is a common thread within each Clevelander: we know what it’s like to be at the bottom and fight for what you want or rather, more often that not, fight for what you need. We know what it’s like to be an underdog more frequently than the number of times we’ve tasted Stadium Mustard. Lebron’s words are not foreign to me; in fact they are something I’ve written about on this blog before.  And although at the time of the original post I was a little perturbed with the King, many of these words still ring true today.

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Originally posted: January 18, 2013 (slightly edited)

Whenever I tell someone that I’m originally from Cleveland, I usually get the standard response “Oh, I’m so sorry about that.”  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  I’ve heard it all before.  I used to try and come up with an intriguing response like “You just need to know where to go or.. visit in the summer; the lake is beautiful!”  Well, from now on, I’ve come up with something more appropriate:

F%*! YOU

And here’s why:

I’ve formally lived in only three cities so far in my lifetime: Cleveland, Pittsburgh and Washington D.C.

In D.C., I met the most physically fit and intelligent people of my life.  It’s hard to keep up with them most days.

In Pittsburgh, I ran into the most caring and simple individuals.  A parking lot and a case of Iron Cities are enough to keep them entertained for hours.

But, in Cleveland… good ole Cleveland; that’s the land of the Creatives.

Covering 82.4 square miles (thank you Wikipedia) just south of Lake Erie, Cleveland ranks as the 7th most dangerous city in the nation. The city hasn’t won an NFL Championship since 1964, the World Series since 1948 or the NBA title.. ever.  Lebron, excuse me, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still an a**hole. But please media keep calling us the Mistake on the Lake or poking fun at why Nick Saban would EVER want to go to Cleveland.  Salt to the wound feels good.

In December 1978, Cleveland became the first major American city to enter a financial default on federal loans since the Great Depression.  The per capita income for the city is $14,291. 26.3% of the population and 22.9% of families are below the poverty line.

In Cleveland, there is no “blue blood trust fund that we can dip in to.”  I learned that to get anything in life, it must be achieved through hard work ethic and fearless determination.  Complaining is the quickest shortcut to a dead-end, which is hard to accept because trust me, we have a lot to complain about.

My family is fortunate, but I witnessed our fair share of struggles.  I watched my father get on an airplane to Chicago more times than I could count.  I watched my mom leave her 6-year-old daughter and 3-year-old son at odd hours of the night to work night shifts at the local hospital.

I know far too many people who work more than one two jobs just to get by and support their families.  What is even more special, though, is the amount of talent that flows through my newsfeed each day.  Singers – like him and them.  Musicians, photographers, skateboarders with a dream and DJs, too.

It’s well-known that Cleveland has its limitations – but to make art out of the limitations – that is where the true magic lies.  Clevelanders are the creatives quite simply because we can create anything out of nothing, even nothings that are laced with poverty, social injustice and lack of media coverage.

I realize that I don’t live in the city any more, but I carry it with me wherever I go.  I see it in others who have grown up in the area and moved on as well.  Cleveland  and its weaknesses quite simply motivate all who covet it to rise above what holds them down.

And, to go out on a limb, I think that is worth far more in the long run than any championship ring.