Funky Florals + Deep Thoughts
I always dress up the day after having a bad day-something about put together helps me feel like I can conquer everything. I suppose that’s why today I’m wearing what only can be described as an eclectic bad ass babe’s power suit. The floral pencil skirt is from Eloquii, the sheer teal collared shirt is from Modcloth, and bright, yet assertive, powder blue faux leather jacket is from Just Fab. The earrings are some of my faves I picked up from a local street artistic in New York. The shoes I purchased in London from Jones Bootmaker and were the first pair of heels I could wear all day and not hate the world after. The last detail is pretty much hidden in the images. It’s a gold lucky rabbit ring from Me & Zena. After yesterday’s events, I can use all the luck I can get. 
Monday was one of those days I wish hadn’t happened, but am ultimately a better person because it did. Sometimes growth is super painful, but we come out the end better. So as much as I really wanted to run away and hide from all the emotions and self analysis I faced yesterday. I am forever grateful I didn’t. I shared a very public opinion about a very controversial topic. I received some well-thought out rebuttals, but I also received some pretty nasty commentary. It was hard to see a wide variety of assumptions about me be expressed, as well as several unfair analyses of how had come to believe what I did. Some felt the need to negate some pretty powerful and hard experiences in my life. And unfortunately, my body reacted and reminded me of those emotions, those moments, and that pain. It was rough. 
I was so hurt. I tried to put something positive out and as a result was left feeling very helpless and like I re-broken something I had already healed. I was feeling so much that I simply didn’t need to. Reliving these experiences weren’t necessary. My participation in the discussion wasn’t necessary. So I made a decision. Somethings just aren’t worth talking about. There are parts of my life I am not ready to share. Heck, I may never be ready. And until I feel comfortable discussing all of it, I’m going to talk about none of it. 
What is so hard about this experience, is I didn’t expect this to affect me as it did. I didn’t expect to suddenly feel everything I felt. I thought I was stronger than that. The truth is sometimes being a blogger makes you feel a bit invincible. You get so used to hate. You get desensitized. You begin to expect it. Other’s expect it of you. While there’s power in being conditioned to be fearless and impenetrable, there also can be a slow loss of reality and empathy. 
So while yesterday was painful and overwhelming, I am thankful for it. I still stand by my words. I still believe what I said. However, all of that seems quite pointless now. The real thing I learned yesterday is that I am still human. It’s ok to feel. It’s ok to not be ok. It’s ok to have things that are difficult to talk about, experiences you wished never happened, and moments you wish you could rewrite. It’s not shameful to be sensitive, overwhelmed, or hurt. Even though I am blogger exposed to the world, I still am human. I still have feelings. I have fears. I still have room to grow. Sometimes my own expectations of what I need to be, get in the way of who I really am. I’m a feeler and yesterday I felt things. I felt them hard. And those feelings ultimately made me a better person, so I refuse to be ashamed of or regret them. 
October is my birthday month and as much as I seem like the type of person who has fantastical 30 day long celebrations, most of my birthdays have been quite dull. The last time I had a true birthday party was when I turned 16 and was living in Finland a few friends surprised me with a little get together. In fact, come to think of it, for the last 3 years I have been working on my birthday. The first year I was in Cincinnati on a sales call; our dear rep gave me a red whiffle ball and bat, mardi gras beads and hug as a birthday thank you gift. Not my exact cup of tea, but a super sweet gesture. The second year I was on a 24 hour flight to India in coach, and though I arrived a sweaty smelly mess technically 2 days later, my coworkers and I celebrated my belated birthday with cake and hugs. Last year, I was just plodding along doing work and life as one does- nothing all too special. It’s been a good while since I’ve actually done something exciting on the lovely day that I am came to be.
In my life I do a lot to celebrate other people. A LOT. I’m a giver and as a result, I tend to not plan things for myself. This year, I am trying to change that. Instead of waiting for something spectacular to just magically happen on my birthday- spoiler alert it never does- I am taking the bull by the horns. And, instead of just celebrating on the day I came out of my mother’s woohoo, I am going to be filling the month with things that make me happy. Not a birthday month, per se, more of a “my preferences come first” month. I’m going to spend October really focused on what’s best for my happiness, what makes me smile, and frankly doing all the stuff that makes my life more fun.
To kick off Glitter’s Fall Fest, I spent today exploring my neighborhood with a dear friend with our pups. We went to the dog park, had some wine, and stumbled upon the most adorable farmers market/ pumpkin patch/ Instagram perfect background. It was kismet because I just happen to be wearing the more adorably spooktacular outfit from Modcloth. I love how the
When I first saw this 
There are some pieces that manage to magically carry a false sense of ego with them. You slip them on and suddenly you feel transported to a new life entirely. Before you were a 9 to 5 office slave committed to the hustle, and now? You’re lady who lunches and a direct relative of the Rockefellers. A luxe vixen of the social upper crust. A affluent woman of high society. A grande dame of the social community… all with one simple dress.
The dress is perfectly matched with 
A combo like this doesn’t need to be fussed over. I added a simple pearl and chain necklace the I’ve had for ages. I found
As I sat on the front steps of a house I would never be able to afford, I could not help but think about how in this moment I seemingly belonged there. However, the day waned on and I was left to return to my small one bedroom apartment, my not so impressive bank account, and a dog who took no notice of the two previous things when assessing his love for me. I may not have a well-manicured brownstone over looking the park, but it’s ok. I am rich in different ways.
I hear it time and time again. “Don’t you think that’s a little loud for the office?” Simple answer is no. Prints scare people. However as scary as a funky frock might feel, never before has it been more acceptable for a woman to have fun with her work day wardrobe. Professionals in television and media are even regularly shown sporting bold, colorful prints. Take for example,
I love this 
Simple Neutral Color Pairings
