Friday Fashion (9)

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Dear Friday,

Can we agree that most things drawing inspiration from the 1950’s are stunning and classic? Now can we just admit that anything resembling or inspired by Marilyn Monroe automatically wins?

K great.

Max Mara’s 2015 pre-fall line is simply perfection. The press release eloquently explains that the inspiration for this line came from the pictures that George Barris took of Marilyn at the beach in 1962. The two items she wore at that shoot, an oversized cardigan and a well-worn blanket, set the tone for the show’s colors, textures, and also the draping of the pieces.

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This line obviously stemmed from Marilyn’s beauty but was rooted in her intelligence. The slightly see-through sweaters and form-fitting pencil skirts are balanced out by the cat-eye glasses and the bookish loafers.

‘Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.’

Marilyn famously joked, so naturally there are high heeled pumps in ponyskin and glitter.

But there are also bookish tassel loafers.

Marilyn in ponyskin loafers and pastel reading glasses;

a vision which is brainy, sexy and modern. 

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I love that this line is not only beautiful, but that it also has something lovely to say about its muse.

Any fall lines catching your eye?

xx Katie

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Big News

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Dear Friend,

Boy, do I have some news for you!

Tuesday, February 3rd I came home to the craziest surprise I’ve ever had.

Let me give you some context.

Two Halloweens ago, I met my leading man. By “met,” I mean saw across the room, fell head over heels, and then proceeded to bombard him with the most annoying antics in an attempt to get his attention (yes, I will admit that I pulled a beanie from his head and threw it on the floor 2-3 times in this effort). As you might have guessed, we didn’t hit it off.

Now, he will tell you the same story but with a different ending. His ending is roughly that he fell for me as well but that he didn’t want to give me the satisfaction so he played hard to get. Either way, we went our separate ways.

Months later, I was invited to a Super Bowl party that he was hosting and cooking for. RSVP’d to that one immediately and the rest is history.

Since that Super Bowl party, exactly two years ago, we have spoken every day and spent the majority of those days in each other’s company.

Back to the other week.

Tuesdays are normal days for most people, and like most people I came home from work and working out, hopped in the shower, threw on pajamas, and got comfy in front of the tv. My leading man was lovely enough to make me dinner. He even went above and beyond to make me spaghetti and meatballs, which is my favorite meal.

Here’s some more context… spaghetti and meatballs is the meal he made me on our first date. At this point, nothing had clicked in my mind. I was in pajama-meatball-oblivious bliss.

After I scarfed dinner in front of the tv, he cleared my plate and did the dishes. Completely thrilled, I went over to the dining room table to get some of my calligraphy work done.  I noticed in the background, my leading man had switched from having the tv on to turning on some music but thought nothing of it.

When the dishes were done, he came on over and tapped me on the shoulder for what I was assuming was a quick kiss before he went on his way to whatever he was up to next. I may or may not have had an impulse to say, “can you just give me a second,” but instead I looked over and saw something I will never see again in my life.

I looked over and saw my leading man down on one knee with the most incredible box in his hand. He started to tell me how much he loved me, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, and every other mushy thing you might be able to think of. At this point I had entered so much shock I could barely understand what he was saying. Then he opened the box. THERE IS A LIGHT IN THE BOX! The little light shines down on the ring to really punctuate the sparkle of the already breathtaking diamond.

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If I was in shock before, this was a whole new state of being.

In my thoughts and day dreams of being proposed to, I always cried. I am a crier in general, but for this instance I pictured myself sobbing and dripping everywhere due to the excitement, the love, and the joy.

I was wrong.

Instead I laughed. A lot. I laughed a lot right in his face. I was so taken aback and so incredibly out-of-my-mind excited that all I could do was laugh. I eventually said yes and now I’m engaged to the most thoughtful and detail-oriented man I have ever met. As a side note on the detail-orientedness, the music that was on in the background was one of our favorite songs, “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” by The Beach Boys. He really just got everything right with his planning.

I am so excited for all of the fun leading up to our big day, but for now I’m beyond thrilled to be engaged and to tell everyone I see (literally, all of the people I see) that I am marrying the man of my dreams!

Did you have a silly reaction to your proposal too? Any wedding planning advice to share?

xx Katie

Dear February

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Dear February,

You have a special place in my heart, which is pretty on point given what month it is.

You are a month filled with love in more ways than one. Not only is Valentine’s Day coming up (I’ll take any excuse to wear pink on pink on red and pink), but this month also holds all of the days that are special for me and my leading man.

  • Super Bowl Sunday – the day we re-met and our first kiss (Sparknote version of this story is we first came into each others lives on Halloween but didn’t see each other again until the Super Bowl)
  • Valentine’s Day – our first real date
  • February 23rd – our official anniversary

All equally fun anniversaries and all perfectly spread throughout the month to really capitalize on all of the love.

Anything particularly lovely on your calendar this month?

xx Katie

Friday Fashion (8)

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Dear Friday,

I am, and maybe always have been, in a serious 50’s glamour mood.

I want full skirts and red lips and a hat for every outfit just like the classic beauties from what seems to be my spirit-animal-of-a-decade. However, it took quite the style roller coaster to get me here.

When I was younger I sort of walked a fine line between tomboy and girly girl. I never identified with one or the other because even though I spent most of my time in jeans and ponytails, I filled most of my daydreams with glamour and style. But realistically how many 14-year-old girls have the confidence to take on a full-skirted shirt dress and matching hat? Maybe 2? I sure didn’t so jeans and t-shirts were it for me.

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Then freshman year of college rolled around and Lord knows what unbridled freedom and a city like Tacoma can do to one’s sense of style… (I hit a hood-rat phase). Shocking. I can’t even elaborate because it was such a strange time.

Slowly but surely, I stepped out of my gold flecked Nikes and oversized sweatpants and realized that I could wear whatever I wanted. I had been so intimidated by the idea of being over dressed and what people might think, that I hadn’t thought to be worried about people’s reactions to how severely underdressed I had been.

Obviously, post sweatpants intervention, I still spent a decent amount of time in casual wear, but it was no longer shouting at people, “I don’t care about myself at all!”

The real change came when I started looking for jobs senior year. This was the moment I had been waiting for. My daydreams of glamour and style were about to come true because I would be joining the forces of corporate America and could wear pencil skirts! I took every interview I had as an opportunity to wear snappy clothes I loved more than an opportunity to learn about the jobs that came with them. Misguided but nonetheless I ended up hired.

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I left lovely Tacoma for San Francisco where I imagined impeccably styled city life.

Shockingly enough the tech world doesn’t have a significant amount of dress code standards and as a result there are far too many individuals who need a sweatpants intervention. However, city life is incredible in this arena because of the diversity of styles squished into one area mixed with people’s callous disregard for what anyone else is doing. People honestly and truly don’t care what anyone else is wearing. They might not like what someone else is wearing but there is no right or wrong and there sure as hell is someone else who is wearing something weirder. People just get dressed and that’s it.

What’s really happening here is maybe more than changing environments. It’s bigger than Tacoma versus San Francisco and more in line with freshman versus senior. What’s happening is my attitude and self-image has changed. Even though what people think of me still weighs on me, I’m starting to realize that what I think and how I feel is more important. I’d much rather dress for myself than for a random audience of strangers who’ll never notice me or ever see me again. Plus the people who do know me and will see me again appreciate me for me and nice clothes are just a bonus.

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So bring on the glamour is what I say! And besides, Coco Chanel spelled it out perfectly when she said, “Dress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman.” Here’s to being remembered for who I am and not for the raggedy sweatpants I used to live in.

Has your style evolution been a dramatic one or inspired by any one decade in particular?

xx Katie

Lucky Lady

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Dear Friend,

What’s worse than a ten-hour flight when all you want is to be home? A ten-hour flight where the flu sets in around hour 7. This is unfortunately the situation I was in on Saturday morning.

Everything started off fine. Of course waking up at 4:00am on a Saturday isn’t anyone’s idea of a perfect start to the day, but I was miraculously headed to first class courtesy of a random upgrade! There would be so much sleeping room! NO PROBLEMS ANYWHERE!

I got to the airport without a hitch and settled into the first class lounge. This is where I became incredibly aware of what I have been missing my whole life by flying coach… the champagne bar. Yes, at 5:45 in the morning there was a champagne bar, which was of course enticing, but come on… 5:45am!? Obviously I passed and went for the fresh hash browns instead.

Soon enough I was on the plane, in the air, and dead asleep.

Cue hour 7, when horrible things began happening. Those who have had the flu please feel free to fill in the blanks here, and for those who have not had the flu, count your lucky stars and don’t even ask about the blanks. I proceeded to turn into my most dramatic, childish self and literally cried for my mom on the plane.

After getting to know the flight attendants all too well, one of them asked as she put me back in my seat for landing if I would be greeted by a loved one or by a taxi. She brought me around to the realization that I, in fact, would be met after baggage claim by a loved one! The saving grace of this whole ordeal was knowing that my leading man would be picking me up at the airport. SUCH COMFORT!


To get off my little soapbox here and to unabashedly start pouring my heart out, let me just say that I am one lucky lady. I am loved by a man with such compassion and grace that he managed to not only take care of me all weekend but he had also, in preparation for me coming home, had my car cleaned, finished the laundry, and cleaned the house. To say I am lucky is completely an understatement, but nonetheless my gratitude for this selfless man is unparalleled.

Even after all this time, 

The Sun never says to the Earth, 

“You owe me.”

Look what happens with

a love like that. 

It lights the whole sky.

I find that it’s easy to get lost in the day-to-day routine of living with someone let alone being in a relationship. It’s shocking how fast I adapt to someone working to take care of me and how quickly I lose sight of what an effort that is. My flu situation highlighted how much I take for granted, not only my health but also this incredible man who would (and does) drop everything to be with me/take care of me/pamper me/what-have-you.

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In light of all this and in an attempt to grow, I am adding a resolution to my list. This year I am dedicated to expressing my gratitude consistently. I will be aware of the acts of kindness taking place around me, and I will thank the selfless people for the beautiful things they do.

Have you added anything to your list of resolutions since the year has started?

xx Katie