wee wardrobes: promises, promises

My promise to update more frequently now that J is here has been an epic fail…now that J is here. It’s been nearly seven years since I’ve done this newborn thing so I’ve forgotten that brand new babies kind of make you forget that there’s a world on the other side of the front door. Despite the crying, the sleepless nights, and the constant diaper changing, you kind of get lost in the cuteness, the chubbiness, the cooing (not to mention rushing to snap those priceless moments between siblings)—I’ve been working on an editorial calendar, though, and I’m thinking that May is going to be a pretty good month for words & wardrobes…

words sans wardrobes: at your service

It’s been nearly a year since I published unwritten and confessed the cloak of uncertainty that I’d been donning for a year regarding what I was going to do with my life.I mentioned being paralyzed and afraid to make the one move that could completely turn things around for me. I mentioned needing to muster up the courage to get out of my own way. I mentioned desperately wanting someone to ‘witness how effortlessly my thoughts flow from brain to keyboard to computer screen and present me with a chance to make my dream a reality’—and eleven months after publishing that post, I finally found that person.

Me.

I’ve finally found the courage to get out of my own way. I’ve finally decided to retrieve that dream of being a writer that had been collecting dust in the back of my mind. And I’ve finally decided to defriend the woman who struggles with bouts of uncertainty and befriend the little girl in me that secretly thinks she can change the world with just a computer and the thoughts in her head.

As I mentioned in that post, I really just want to write. So that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve given it a lot of thought (way more than I should) I've decided to offer my services as a creative writer specializing in crafting content (and copy) for entrepreneurs in the fashion and accessories industries.

Part of me feels like it’s a bold (as in ‘crazy’) move. The other part of me feels completely fearless (and excited). But all of me is ready to jump in headfirst, trust my talents, and see where this could take me. So if you’re in the market for a wordsmith, check out my SERVICES page or shoot me an e-mail at Ty [at] wordsandwardrobes [dot] com.

weekday wardrobe: at last

[SKIRT: Dimiloc; TEE: Walmart; SHOES: Urbanog; CLUTCH: Windsor; RING, BRACELET, and NECKLACE: Forever 21]







Last November, I had the pleasure of attending the Designers Choice Fashion Preview after winning tickets to the show in a local contest. I oohed and ahhed over many of the designs, but when one of the models strutted down the runway in a skirt by Candace Locke, I was in awe. Candace’s line, Dimiloc, featured several gorgeous pieces, but it was this skirt that turned me into a crazed lunatic and the following day, the obsessive cyberstalking began. I searched for her website (and found it). I hunted her down on Twitter (and followed her). I even visited her Etsy shop every few days to see if the skirt was available for purchase. My maniacal manhunt finally paid off when Candace tweeted a picture of the skirt and a link to her Etsy shop where the skirt could be purchased. I waited until after my pregnancy to order it and was so ecstatic when I received it in the mail that I headed to the roof of the highest skyscraper in Dallas, proudly held the skirt up Simba-style for all the world to see, and proceeded to yell (in my Gollum voice), “My precious!” Well, that’s what I did in my head. In reality, I did a little jig in the middle of the living room, twirled around like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music, and belted out Etta James’ At Last at the top of my lungs. Apparently, Jordan thought it was a competition because she woke up and began to scream at the top of her lungs—and the kid’s got some lungs. I’m pretty sure I don’t have to tell you who won that screaming match. (Hint: It wasn’t me.)

[word of advice: While I’m all about pattern-mixing, sometimes less is more. Pair a printed skirt with a solid top for a look that’s fashionable without being extreme.]

weekday wardrobe: in the mix

[SKIRT and SWEATER: Zara; SHOES: Urbanog; RING: Forever 21]





You know something? My readers sure know how to make a girl smile. As if I wasn’t already on Cloud Nine from watching how sweetly Micah interacts with Jordan, you guys come along and leave comments that make me feel like I am one hot mama. But you know what doesn’t make me feel hot? Having a Marilyn Monroe moment…at Micah’s school, no less—because that’s what happened this evening while we were in the parking lot heading into the school for his kindergarten music program. Yep, it was a total peep show moment (which The Boyfriend really got a kick out of). And in that moment, I wanted to go to Micah’s classroom, stand in front of the chalkboard and repeatedly write “I will not wear short skirts on windy days.” Sigh. Consider it a lesson learned.

[word of advice: Honestly, I got nothing. I'm still traumatized by the fact that my "Today is Thursday" underwear were seen by the same people I see during morning dropoff. Okay, okay. I'm joking about the underwear thing...but not about the trauma.]

weekday wardrobe: zebra (with a touch of neon)

[SKIRT and SWEATER: Zara; SHOES: Urbanog; RING: Forever 21]





This will be a post of few words. Jordan’s sleeping--and when baby sleeps, Mommy sleeps...

[words of advice: Does neon make you nervous? Shoes are a great way to try the trend without going overboard.]

weekday wardrobe: speckled

Finally. After four weeks of basking in the chubby deliciousness known as Jordan, I’m publishing my first postpartum post. And I’m ecstatic. Before I say another word, let me thank you all for your well wishes in regards to Jordan’s birth. You’ve all been so patient during (and after) my not-so-fashionable pregnancy and your support did not go unnoticed. Since Jordan’s birth, I’ve been sporting spit-up couture, so it was nice to put on an actual outfit…as opposed to pajamas, t-shirts, and hoodies. I spent most of today running errands and it turned out to be quite the manic Monday, starting this morning when I accidentally left my iPhone in a shopping cart at Walmart, which had me in tears because every single picture I’ve taken of Jordan and Micah since March 13 is on my phone (for some reason, the pictures won’t sync to my computer). Fortunately, someone returned it to the customer service desk, so all ended well. I also renewed the registration for my car, in addition to getting my eyebrows done (to say they were unruly would be an understatement). Sigh. I can’t express how excited I am to be posting again. Regularly. In other words, I’m baaaaack...





[words of advice: Wary of mixing prints? Try pairing pieces with the same print but in different colors.]

[SKIRT and RING: Forever 21; SWEATER: Old Navy; BELT: I don’t remember; SHOES: Lulu’s]