BUSINESS CASUAL (?)

Yesterday was the first official day of Fall, and though it was something around 85 degrees for the majority of the day, I was overwhelmed by the sudden urge to bake a million pumpkin-themed desserts and start a knitting club. Well maybe not so much the knitting club part...but the desire to wear knit items still stands.

It can be quite disconcerting when 10 catalogs (my favorite being the Crate & Barrel one) pile up on your doorstep, all splattered with similar holiday-inspired catch-phrases. I have a love-hate relationship with premature holiday advertising because it gets me all pumped about celebrations that, in truth, are still months away. I used to get intense anxiety when people played Christmas music before Thanksgiving was over.

(This little anecdote has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of the post. I just had to get the ball rolling somehow, and nothing else was really coming to mind.)

At this point I think I'm going to abandon my rant about the holidays and LA's Summer-esque Fall weather and just get back to business....

...business casual, that is.

See what I did, there? Because this look is business casual. Kind of. Maybe if the jeans weren't ripped...

These photos are from another set I shot with my friend Justin in Downtown LA. (See other collabs I've done with him,

here

and

here

). I was shooting three looks that day, so I wanted one of them to be a touch more office-appropriate - not that I would really have experience dressing for the office. My bosses are children/their parents (babysitting) and a bloggger/jewelry designer who says I can wear whatever I feel like to work, so workwear for me usually means jeans and a t-shirt, all brought together by a pair of Birkenstocks.

Wow, I really do apologize about this post. My writing is neither inspired nor comical today.

This look was inspired by minimalism. It's funny because I always tag my Instagram photos with "#minimalism," yet my photos aren't really that. Yes, my photos tend toward simplicity, but simplicity is not synonymous to minimalism. At least, I don't think it is. When I think of minimalism translated into an outfit, I think of black and white and lack of detail - no fuss and simple cuts.

My idea of what "minimalism" in fashion inspired me to go for a crisp white button-up shirt (sleeveless, of course), paired with my favorite (and slightly over-worn) black skinnies, all tied together with black and white patterned heels.

Though we've established that this would not be an appropriate business-casual look, it would be rather nice to wear out to dinner. It's formal in its simplicity, yet casual in its comfort and details (the high-low cut of the top, ripped knees in the jeans, and playful heels).

As thrilling as this post is, I really think I should just stop typing at this point. This quickly turned into one of those posts that I know I'm going to look back on in five years time, shaking my head at my awful writing and many failed attempts to try to fix what has already been broken (re: the bad jokes/bad writing).

19 YEARS AND COUNTING

Romper - Urban Outfitters

Why is it that 19 seems like a younger age than 18? I feel like 19 is such an in-between age...

I know I'll probably regret saying (blogging?) these words in about 10 years, but...CAN I JUST BE IN MY 20'S ALREADY??

Yesterday, I celebrated my 19th birthday. And by "celebrated," I mean that I basically just ate a lot of delicious food that I usually don't allow myself to eat. Things got a lil wild.

I started the day in Echo Park, where I enjoyed the delicious French toast served at

Sqirl

. If you guys have been following along with the blog for a while, you may have seen my previous rave reviews about Sqirl. I'm still infatuated with this place. Seriously...once you've traded out your basic Aunt Jemima syrup and butter, for a dollop of mascarpone and scoop of homemade strawberry jam, your life will be changed - there's no better way to eat French toast.

Top - Urban Outfitters

|

Jeans - Madewell

After indulging in our delicious breakfasts (I forgot to mention that my mom ordered the Sorrel Pesto Rice bowl...sorry about that. I was too preoccupied with the memory of the French toast to be bothered to include my mom's order), we headed over to Old Town Pasadena to pick up some flowers at

Gilly Flowers

.

It's pretty amazing what a bouquet of fresh flowers can do for your mood. I think I need to start buying myself flowers on a monthly, or bimonthly, basis because it just feels so damn good carrying around a beautiful arrangement of seasonal blooms all bundled together with ribbon and butcher paper. Flower power is real.

Are you even surprised that the next thing we did was get MORE food? You shouldn't be. You should have seen this coming.

And what better way to celebrate a birthday than with an 8x8 donut???? Yes. These are real. They exist. And they're incredible. I'm pretty sure this donut tasted 1000x better than a regular-sized donut, simply due to its enormous size.

And that's pretty much all I did - French toast, flowers, ginormous donut, and a lot of Instagramming/picture-taking throughout. And I'm fine with that. So many people asked me if I was going to do anything "special" - even the guy at the flower shop!! The thing is, I'm not a huge party person. In my first semester of college, I had a completely different view on the subject. My birthday last year was...  ... ... . .. ..... I don't think I can properly recount it, or even share any positive/factual anecdotes about it. I've since moved on (read: become a recluse) and have learned to enjoy the simpler joys of life.

18 was a pretty tumultuous age for me. There were a lot of not-so-great experiences I associate with being 18, and I'm happy to have put many of those struggles behind me. I still have no idea what I'm doing with my life, I continue to live at home with my parents and two siblings, and I have yet to start the transfer process. And yet, I feel happier and more "at peace" than I have in a long time.

So cheers to huge donuts and flower power, because this year's going to be a good one. 

SCHOOLGIRL Q, Part 2

One of my first (if not THE first) blog posts was entitled "Schoolgirl Q." Fast forward one year later and I'm blogging about another back-to-school/fall-inspired look.

Here's the twist: this time, I'm not back at school. It's quite weird to see all my friends from high school and college enjoying game days and weekend social events, while I'm at home interning and babysitting. I'm not necessarily upset about it. Far from it - I'm happy I've taken the time to recharge. It's just a bit weird to not be back...

These past few weeks, I've been trying to get more on top of my blogging schedule. If I'm not at school, I might as well put as much effort as I can into the things I

am

doing (one of those things being blogging). So with this new goal in mind, I got in contact with my friend

Justin

(check out his photography from one of my past posts,

here

) to shoot some looks.

It's still in the mid-80's everyday, so it's a little...uncomfortable...trying to shoot fall looks right now. Naturally, I didn't go full-on "Fall." As much as I would have loved for this to be a post featuring a ribbed knit bodycon or staple camel coat, LA's fall weather is a tad too hot for that, hence the shorts and sleeveless knit (at least there's a knit, though, right?).

Justin and I headed into Downtown LA to scout a location for our shoot, and decided on a rooftop. Well...

I

decided on the rooftop, because I'm boring and predictable like that. I should really try to expand my location comfort zone to extend beyond the realm of white walls and parking garage rooftops, but hey, that's where we are right now.

Luckily for us, the rooftop level was deserted, and my minimalist side was happy. I feel like I went for the obvious here with the letterman jacket. What says "back to school" more than a letterman jacket??!! Cool story, though, this is my dad's high school letterman jacket, and it's so stereotypically "American High School" with its colors. I love it. It's just really damn uncomfortable to wear during the summer (gotta love a jacket that keeps you warm when it's hot, amirite?).

The sleeveless knit featured here is also one of my favorites - a piece I picked up while I was in Japan this past July/August. I've been wearing it at least once a week. Yes, I'm one of those - an...an..."OUTFIT REPEATER!!!" I don't care. It's perfect. It's sleevless. It has a cool half-turtleneck neckline. There are side slits. What more could you possibly want??

Another fall staple - shorts. Sorry, I mean an

LA

fall staple. I feel very on-the-fence about these because they fit a little oddly and they make my ass look 50x bigger than it already is. But high-waisted is a plus.

But moving on: THE SHOES. I finally got them!! After stepping into countless shoe stores and facing constant disappointment, my search for the Adidas Original Stan Smith's was complete when I discovered them in my size on Asos. Of course, my brother went to the mall the next day and found them for $50 cheaper. Gotta love it.

Jacket - vintage (my dad) |

Top - Apart by Lowrys

 |

Shorts - Zara

(now SUPER cheap) |

Adidas Originals - Asos

 (on sale!!)

WISHLIST - Comfort is Key

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CONEHEADS - sweet rose creamery

For some, "comfort food" means mac and cheese, fried chicken and waffles, or mom's homemade lasagna. Not for me.

Despite its frozen nature, ice cream is one of my favorite foods, which I guess would make it a comfort food. I don't even know if I can categorize ice cream as food, though. You know those pesky surveys/ice breakers that always ask the question, "what's your favorite food?" I feel like the the expectation is to name a meal...like one with meat and veggies or something.

Don't get me wrong. I LOVE food, and all kinds, too! I try to eat healthily the majority of the time, but

Sweet Rose Creamery

definitely makes it a struggle to stick to that. I feel so strongly about Sweet Rose's delicious scoops that I've decided to dedicate an entire post to them. Here goes.

The picture you see above is from my most recent trip. I was so excited to have ice cream that day; from the moment I woke up, I vowed to drive the 30-40 minutes to Sweet Rose and eat light meals for breakfast and lunch so I would be able to eat a deliciously large (2-scoop) cone while staying within a healthy caloric intake for the day. From the moment we parked the car, I practically pranced to the store. I was like a kid in a candy store, except I'm actually a grown ass adult.

I'm the kind of person who likes to sample as many flavors as possible to the point where I'm verging on being really obnoxious, but I have just enough self control so as to not annoy the employees. This time, I limited myself to two flavors. I also shared some of my mom's samples, too, though...so I guess that brings the sample count closer to four.

After careful sampling, I chose a made-in-house waffle cone with one scoop each of chocolate ice cream and white nectarine frozen yogurt. With that, I left my mom to pay and rushed outside to the closest white wall I had staked out on my way to the shop, where I tried desperately to get an IG-worthy shot before the entire thing melted in the 95-degree heat. By the time I got a good shot, half of the chocolate ice cream had dripped onto my hand. I had to stand, alone, by the white wall, shying away from passers-by in the hopes that they wouldn't see my drippy, sticky, ice cream hand. My mom came and saved the day with wet wipes, though, so it all worked out.

I'm becoming increasingly aware of the fact that I'm making my actions, and thus my character, seem scarily close to what a seven-year-old would exhibit...

Working backwards, this picture is from my second trip to Sweet Rose. My mom got an affogato (ice cream + espresso), while I got another double-scoop - a chocolate sorbet and vanilla wafer-candied orange peel (See the self-control I exhibited this time with my decision to get it in a cup instead of a cone?).

Now, finally - the scoop that started it all. My first-ever trip to Sweet Rose. The one that started my obsession. I have my best friend to thank for the introduction. (We've been friends since third grade. we're kind of cute.)

This was obviously a time when I was a bit more meek. You can see here that I was once a single-scoop kind of gal. It was black cherry, and it was delicious. But thank God that ship has sailed, because I much prefer multiple scoops.