Sometimes I walk into a store and buy a blazer. I have no idea why. I am SO NOT a girl who wears a blazer. I think they make me look like a child playing dress up. They don’t allow for many activities what with them being so restrictive in the arms. They make me look so businessy. Yet, somehow I see them and want them in my closet.
This little plaid number called to me on one of my first trips to H&M years ago. With its adorable elbow patches and great neutral palette I thought FOR SURE I would find a home for it in my repertoire. FALSE. I have literally never worn it. Not once. I have tried it on. I have worked outfits around it. And yet every time I decide it’s just too serious for my liking.
That is until I put it over my little $8 leopard print dress. I mean if leopard print can’t save a plaid blazer with elbow patches nothing will. I promise you.
But I think it may have worked. I might even wear it again. Maybe. But really probably not. I mean unless I have to go to a job interview or court or something.
Jacket-Steve Madden old-similar// Sweater-JCrew old-similar// Skirt-Macys old-similar// Boots-Chinese Laundry
I hate buying pieces of clothing you can only wear once. That was my first lie. I love it. I have always bought new dresses for every wedding I have attended. I go in search of a new outfit for big meetings and job interviews. I love the specialness, the newness, the fabulousness of a special event article of clothing. Unfortunately then realty sets in the next day when I realize I spent HOW MUCH on a tulle dress that is totally inappropriate for any other event in my life. Ever. Oh and also, apparently not super conducive to a happy marriage. Single Girl Behavior.
SO my new challenge has become repurposing special event clothing into every day outfits. I have started taking some of my party dresses out on the town with a jean jacket and Toms, I have thrown my sequined jacket over a plain white t-shirt and motorcycle boots, I even wore a floor length silk skirt with a crop top the other day-but we will get into that more tomorrow.
This past week I promised this gold sequined skirt a trip out of the closet. Some way some how I was going to make it work. In the evening, paired with a black tank and heels it is a star, but today I just needed it to be a skirt. The heart sweater and over the knee boots bring it down a notch and make it almost acceptable for daytime. Yes, I got a few strange looks for wearing a skirt covered in sequins to lunch, but hey, if we didn’t want to get noticed we would all wear sweat suits right?
So Joel, if you’re reading this, I will never buy a one wear item of clothing ever again. Ok, that is my second lie..
There comes a time in every little persons life when they learn to write the first letter of their name. It’s a magical day. It is also usually the day they end up writing it on the kitchen wall and their mom nearly kills them. I assume. Not that I ever did that. Ever. Promise…
As soon as I was able to write an M I fell in love. It was my M. I wanted it on everything, I wanted to practice writing it. I got M stickers and I stuck them on everything. Most kids grow out of this. Unfortunately- I never did. Call it Laverne and Shirley syndrome, call it narcissism, call it whatever you want. I own it. I have M’s around my house, I have an M on my Christmas stocking, I have a diamond M necklace and when I saw this M sweater at Old Navy for next to nothing I knew I had to have it as well.
The first time out of the closet I had to dress up a bit so I paired it with this fabulous (FABULOUS) gray leopard print skirt. However, I think it was meant to be layered over a plaid shirt and boyfriend jeans or even a cute pair of cut off shorts. We will see where the sweater takes me.
Day Look: Tank-Nordstrom// Sweater-H+M, old-similar// Jeans-Paige old-similar// Shoes-Toms//Evening Look: Tank-same//Sweater-H+M, sold out-similar//Jeans-same//Boots-Shoemint seen here//
So the majority of my days consist of 1-718 outfit changes depending on my plans. I hate wearing the same thing all day. Usually by lunch I am out of the mood of the original outfit and ready for something different/more comfortable/cuter/not what I am currently wearing. It just happens. I am ok with it. I have come to pack for it pretty well on trips. It drives my husband a bit nutty. On days where an outfit change is not an option I have a lot of anxiety. I can not predict what I will want to wear to dinner when I usually can’t commit to a sweater/skirt combination past lunch.
Anywho, last week I was meeting a friend for lunch/gossip, taking back all the things I had been meaning to since Christmas came and went and ending this all day event meeting Joel for dinner(HUSBAND). Needless to say, I tried on roughly 94 different outfits and couldn’t find a good fit that would flow all day. I did, however, find a solution that didn’t take too much packing, just an additional sweater and pair of shoes. And guess what-by the time dinner rolled around I was still pretty pleased with the way things turned out. The long gray tank/oversized cardigan was so comfy that I didn’t feel the need to get away from it and Toms are always a good choice when running around town. Truth be told I wear a version of this outfit most afternoons and when bumming around town. Then for dinner throwing the sweater over the long tank was a perfect casual night out when paired with the boots. Maybe I will go throw that on for the rest of today…
I wish I could say this was me turning over a new leaf. Not putting so much pressure on the perfect outfit. Not needing to change so many times each day. Perhaps being able to pack a carry on for a weekend trip instead of checked luggage. Sadly not. My name is Mallory and I am addicted to an outfit change.
I love prints. I love mixing a print or 3. I love the surprise of a plaid cuff of a button up shirt and a polka dot sweater. I love a leopard print with a camo (I love a leopard print or a camo with ANYTHING truth be told). There is something about looking down and seeing a polka dot tight and a striped sweater that brings a bit of jolly to my otherwise dead of winter, can’t feel my toes, why didn’t I stay at home in yoga pants and Husbands KU sweatshirt day. And let’s be honest. It’s the little things in life.
This plaid shirt has become my go to this winter. Every summer my brain and my body reset and I forget just how chilly it can get here in KC. The flannel came out in October worn with its sleeves rolled and has slowly morphed into the most fashionable undershirt I own. Sure, layered under an oversized cream cable knit its great. The picture of ski lodge perfection. But layered under this black and white playful sweater it is just (so not) plain fun and maybe a little dizzying. I paired it with Jeggings which I was totally against until I put them on realized that we were infact meant for each other. They are so comfy and they actually tuck nicely into boots. And when you have calves like mine, you need all the help you getting into boots that you can get.
This outfit is made for casual Mondays. Is that a thing yet? Mr. and Mrs. Corporate American-if you are out there-please let casual Monday become a thing. It would be magical. We could all mix prints and be warm and cozy and happy and wear jeggings together. Please.
The clothes: Sweater-JCrew old-similar here Pants-Macys old-similar here Heels-Nine West from a Haute Look Sale (If you aren’t signed up WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, it’s amazing) check it out here Necklace-Stella and Dot
There are three kinds of women in this world-those that dress for men, those who dress for women and those who could not possibly care less (I have heard these people exist although I would be completely intolerable to them so naturally I don’t know any). I, obviously dress for women. I love fashion, I love taking chances and for the most party my husband doesn’t like/care/notice what I wear. Unless its new. He ALWAYS can sniff out a new item. Its rude. And amazing.
The day I wore this outfit I had a happy hour planned with one of my favorite people. Her name is Laura, she is engaged, she is a blogger-check her out here, and, well, she is just plain awesome. She also gave me one of the best compliments I have ever received. In our first year together she told me I make her want to dress better. It still brings a tear to my eye. And a whole lot of pressure to deliver an amazing outfit that looks effortless and original every single time I see her (which is a LOT). Some would crumble under the pressure. This is where I thrive. This is where amazing outfits are born.
I love the unexpected mix of this cozy knit and the army pant all brought together with the studded heel. Maybe others hate it, but I had a feeling she might be impressed. And if not she at least has the good manners to not tell me to my face. That’s not true, she would totally tell me. And probably blog about it.
Unfortunately she came down with a bad cold and wasn’t able to meet up so she is seeing the outfit right now with you all for the very first time. So Laura-if your reading this let me know your thoughts.
Lace Maxi-KC Boutique similar here, Leather jacket-old similar here, Leather boots-Shoemint old similar here, necklace- amazing find last time I was in Jamaica similar here
It’s about this time of year-the weather shifts just slightly. All of a sudden 43 degrees feels like 75 and we are all reaching into the back of our closet for the things we shoved there last September. And before we even have a chance to slip into our favorite cropped boyfriend jeans and toms or in my case maxi dresses, the weather has gone back to its typically moody January self of cold and cloudy and endless.
I got this black lace maxi dress right at the end of maxi dress season and it never even got to have its day in the sun. So I have been trying to work it into my winter wardrobe. Though it is meant to be worn with a fabulous pair of sandals, a messy bun, huge sunnies and tons of bangles for right now it will have to exist with a pair of riding boots and a leather jacket. And really I think it works pretty well. You know-for those days that we feel like spring will never come.
How do you wear you summer clothes in the winter? Cause this whole jeans and sweaters and leggings and long pants and cold noses is for the birds. Spring-are you out there?
Sunnies–Rayban, Sweater–Joe Fresh–and its on sale for practically FREE, Vest-Macy’s sold out-similarhere, Jeans-Lauren Conrad Collection-old, Boots-Shoemint (would you judge me if I told you have it in green also?)
Ok, so immediately following the over indulgence of the holiday season it seemed everything in my closet was fitting a bit more snug that I had remembered previously. And since I spent the season in yoga pants and oversized sweatshirts, spending time at home with Husband and Harvey, I really had been blissfully unaware of what effect sugar cookies for breakfast had on my waistline (and my thighs and my bum).
Stepping back into clothes with less than 100% stretch was eye opening and until I had a few days to cleanse my holiday sins I had to exist in outfits that didn’t send me into a two year old temper tantrum that would include crying uncontrollably, locking myself in the bathroom in a robe and calling the only person who could talk me off this ledge-my mama. This outfit became a go to. It hid my holiday muffin top, kept me warm and lifted my spirits because it included my two favorite colors-lime and leopard.
Things are back to normal here at the Mallory Manual and I am able to exist in my full wardrobe once again. But I will remember fondly this wonderful outfit that got me out of the house during those juicier days and all the cookies I ate to get me there.
New Year’s resolutions have gotten such a bad rap lately. Everyone who is anyone is standing up and declaring that NO they will not fall victim to the big, bad New Year’s Resolution. They won’t wake up 17 days into January knee deep in self-loathing, another year begun with the best of intentions already gone.
But I don’t see it like that. I have never woken up after promising myself I would eat Vegan for the entirety of 2012 only to succumb to a block of cheese after a Bachelor marathon filled with rage (because let’s be honest-CHEESE MAKES EVERYTHING WONDERFUL). The way I see it is for 17 days I changed my life. Was it huge? No. Did I fall right back into my pizza loving, dairy eating ways? Certainly. But did I push my limits for a few weeks. Yeah-and it was awesome to live through. Each year I go into it with a hope to change or become better, to live better and to find new excitement, to try new things, to say yes more and no less (unless I want to say know in which case, I am the boss of me and I can do anything I want).
2014- My resolution is to find the beauty in life every darn day and then jump right in the middle of it and be fabulous. You care to join me?
I am not putting any pressure on you, friends. I hope you made a resolution, or didn’t. Stuck to it or threw it out the window when the light of January 2 streamed through your shades. But maybe, just maybe see if you can change your life this year. Start now or start in March, make a summer promise or wait until your holiday décor is back out but change it. Even if only for a minute. Cause it might just be totally awesome.
Fur Vest-JC Penny Sold Out-similar here, Dress-Anthropologie old-similar here, Hat- American Eagle old-similar here, Boots-Chinese Laundry old-similar here, Necklaces- both vintage both gifts from super awesome people.
I just said no, I ran not walked, I avoided it like a plague, BUT IT CAUGHT me. You have seen these on runways, on celebrities and on BEBE ads but I swore you would never see one on me (let’s be honest, I am so NOT the BEBE type).Until now. The faux fur vest. It’s a strange piece that since falling into one (in JC Penny no less!) I can’t think of anything else. I spend my days dreaming of all the things in my closet it will make more fun. Its funky, its warm, it’s a bit sexy and I want to wear it every day. For like ever.
Fashion should be something fun and daring and silly and a little self indulgent and if this vest isn’t that I don’t know what is. My husband thinks I look like I am wearing a dirty rug. And I am ok with it.
No road kill was harmed in the making of this post.