I like to keep things simple. (K.I.S.S.). I find that many women spend (or waste) a lot of time overcomplicating their outfits. The fact of the matter is, most women dress for other women. We think we’re dressing for ourselves, but let’s be honest- we’re really just trying to look badder than the babe next to us. The thing is, all the hours spent fussing over the latest and greatest trends can’t be taken back. Sometimes, it’s best to just stick to the basics.
When a friend of mine, who I never get to see– especially when he snags a girlfriend– told me he was nearby and inquired if I was around to grab a drink (when am I not?), I plucked myself from my seat on the couch and promptly closed my computer. I had to get ready quickly and rather than stand in front of my closet scratching my head and cursing my entire wardrobe, I picked out two items that go together better than Snooki and JWow. Jeans and a white tank. There really is no way to go wrong with a perfectly fitting pair of jeans and a basic white top. Spice up a seemingly boring outfit with a detailed denim and add interest with your shoes and handbag. There’s a reason some things are called classics.
jacket: Andrew Marc, tank: Alternative Apparel, jeans: c/o Frankie B., boots: All Saints (similar), bag: Céline (similar)
If you’ve been reading for a while (even only a little while), you are probably well aware that the main man in my life is and always will be an eight pound Maltipoo by the name of Smitty. What you may not know is that his namesake is my father and the reasoning behind that is because they were coincidentally born on the very same day, September 22nd. At some point in my early collegiate years, my mom passed down a vintage t-shirt that she’d owned emblazoned with the phrase, “Smitty did it.” Since my last name is, of course, Smith, I had taken it and worn it without really giving it much thought. Then I gave it some thought… and realized how inappropriate the interpretation of this shirt could be. Almost as awkward as the time my mom tried to hand off her keychain that says, “I love Dick,” which she carried for years without ever realizing that most people weren’t privy to the fact that her husband’s name was Dick and she wasn’t some kind of overly amorous individual.
I held onto the shirt and it became relevant again once this pound and a half of puppy entered my life. No longer indicative of anything other than the fact that my dog probably did it. I didn’t actually realize what a family affair this outfit was until I started listing the pieces individually below. The only member I’m missing something from is my eldest brother, Adam, but I’ve already sported his gear (thanks, big bro).
hat: Dick Smith (dad) similar here, flannel shirt: Andy Smith (brother) similar here, t-shirt: Georgia Smith (mom), jeans: c/o Frankie B., bag: vintage- similar here, boots: – similar here, on Smitty: camo hoodie by
It wasn’t me. Smitty did it.
Photo Credit: Michael Stiegler
Growing up, I always loved to feed the ducks at Wheeling Park. My animal obsession clearly began at an early age. I gave up meat for several years as a kid because I realized that bacon came from pigs and at that time I was campaigning for a pot belly pig of my own. I remember this particular park was full of animals. They had a mini zoo complete with strutting peacocks. So, it was sad to return to see that you aren’t even allowed to feed the ducks anymore. Now, it’s just kind of a pond with paddle boats… hardly the magical playland that it used to be…
earrings: random Soho street vendor, top: ISSI, jeans: Frankie B., clutch: vintage (mom), bracelets: it’s hard to tell, shoes: Steve Madden (I know!)
I’m ducking out now.