I was standing outside the FC gym last week, waiting for my 8th grader to exchange his backpack for his tennis uniform and racquet before their first co-ed junior high tennis match.Beautiful and athletic Trinity Cox, my son’s classmate, saw me as she waited to leave for her softball game.
As I was reviewing the spring shows to cull the season’s latest trends for you, I realized a couple of things. First, there’s nothing really new under the sun. Most of the themes on the runways weren’t earth-shatteringly innovative. Many of the looks are either recycled trends that pop up every few years or are modernized takes on decades-old patterns and accessories.
I looked at the calendar this morning and came to a sudden realization – there are only 10 weeks of school left! Not counting spring break, this school year will be over in 2-1/2 months and I’m not ready to think about summer plans yet.
In each of these instances, I complied. Surprisingly, I happen to like rules. I like order. I like things going the way they’re supposed to. Do I love being told how to dress? Not necessarily. But usually, there is a reason for the regulation.
As exciting as it all was (at least for me), I can’t think about fashion right now. The overwhelming thoughts crowding my brain and heart at the moment involve the tragedy in Florida.
I read last week that a second H&M store will open this summer at Fashion Fair Mall. The first one opened at River Park in 2014. I’m not a fan of fast fashion and I don’t think I fit the store’s demographic, so I’ve only been in the River Park store a handful of times. But it must be doing well if they’re opening a second location.
What’s your favorite color? Do you think about colors much? Maybe not since you had Mrs. Witters in kindergarten? Or maybe you’ve gotten into the whole adult coloring book trend?
I have a love/hate relationship with trends. Mostly I hate them, but once in a while something comes along that fits my personal style, so I make an exception and go along. I love looking through Instagram for fashion inspiration, but I don’t let what other people are wearing dictate what [...]
When I had my 39th birthday, I started thinking about turning 40 the following year. I jokingly said to my husband, “I can’t believe I’ll be 40 next year. We should celebrate in Paris!” And like any good husband should, he said, “Okay.”