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Like mother, like daughter

13 Dec

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I have a confession to make. Two weeks into having adopted Ibis it’s apparent to me that if I had a daughter, I would be that mom who would dress us in matching outfits. As you can see, hot pink seems to flatter the both of us.

hot pink sweater, neon green skinny jeans

pink, red and green necklace

For clarification, greyhounds don’t have an undercoat and very short hair so they get cold quickly. I had not intended on being the kind of dog mom who dresses her up her pooch in silly outfits, but since I must, we’re going to have fun with this every step of the way.

Somebody just got herself a shiny new raincoat and a fancy fleece snood. We’re ready for the next storm.

Hot pink greyhound raincoat

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Hot pink sweater/H&M, neon green skinny jeans/Urban Outfitters, necklace/Anthropologie, hot pink raincoat/Classy Couch Potatoes.

 
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Looking good and being practical

20 Aug

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When I first started running about 10 years ago, the only real gear I owned were proper running shoes. I asked for them for my birthday. At least I had my priorities straight. But seriously people, heavyweight track pants? Long-sleeve cotton t-shirts? It’s no wonder I overheated regularly, though I’m sure having old ladies pass me up had nothing to do with it.

Thankfully, things have changed a lot. Old ladies no longer pass me up and I’ve upgraded my wardrobe to reflect my evolving athletic needs, comfort and style. Yes, style! Just because I’m going to get my blood pumping doesn’t mean I’ve resigned myself to oversized baggy t-shirts and frumpy shorts. Not only does it not look good at all, it’s not practical.

I need my clothes to breathe well and move with me. Call me demanding but I don’t want seams to chafe, I want small discreet pockets for the most necessary items, I want to be able to wash these garments hundreds of time without showing signs of wear and tear. Oh, right, and I want all this to look fabulous. Enter Lululemon. We go back a couple years, I’m still running in the first pants I bought. Both pairs look practically new. You just can’t argue with quality and comfort.

lululemon purple shirt, black marathon running skirt

I recently completed the SF Marathon, it was my first full. I’ll admit it was not my best run, I got a stress fracture and IT band injury in my right knee at mile 12. With sheer determination, and perhaps a tiny dose of poor judgment, I hobbled my way to the finish line anyway. I’m proud to have completed it, injury and time notwithstanding. Thankfully, my outfit didn’t give up on me, either.

The running skirt with built-in shorts was perfectly cute. The shorts stayed put, never riding up or down. I thought there might be a chance of getting chaffed on the inner thighs, it was never a problem. The waistband held and didn’t shift, the pockets on the outer thighs of the shorts held a couple gels so nicely that I almost forgot about them. The shirt breathed more easily than I did at times and the headband stayed put.

I can’t wait for my knee to heal so I can run again. In that cute skirt, of course.

xo, f

 

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Purple shirt, black 7-pocket running skirt, headband/Lululemon.

 
 

Twelve days

05 Aug

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I spent twelve days traveling last month, fourteen if you tack on a quick two-day work trip spent mostly on planes. Some was pleasure, a lot of it was business, all of it was fun. I was back in Manhattan for a few days here and there. And since you asked, yes, it was during the heatwave.

Let me explain something about us Northern Californians, more specifically, those of us who live within a fifteen mile radius of San Francisco. It’s a hot day when it’s 77° out. It’s a scorcher if it’s 82° and it’s a proper heat wave it breaks 85°. I don’t know what to do with myself when it’s 100° out. I really don’t.

topshop floral shorts, american apparel chiffon lavender tank

I drank a lot of water and tried to move slowly. I also tried to pretend I wasn’t sweating profusely the entire time. My body was in shock, my brain on vacation. I hit American Apparel for some shorts, (neon pink corduroy!), a bunch of tank tops and a headband. The most wonderful thing about it was being warm at night.

topshop watercolor maxi skirt

Since I was not operating in familiar and particularly photogenic surroundings, I recreated some of my favorite outfits upon my return home. Most noteworthy was the long skirt I picked up at Topshop. Lightweight, sheer, vibrant and sexy. Perfectly comfortable without compromising style. Love.

topshop deconstructed sweater

Another favorite is The Sweater. It’s been a while since an item of clothing drew me in and held me captive. It’s the most unbelievably inconvenient sweater. Oversized and floppy, no buttons, no belt, no tie, nothing. With a hood. What do I want with a hood? Oh, but love at first sight is fierce and no logic would deter me from making that practically deconstructed sweater mine. I wear it all the time.

I’m going to wear it again tomorrow.

xo, f

 

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Lavender chiffon tank top/American Apparel, floral shorts/Topshop, orange chiffon tank top/American Apparel, watercolor maxi skirt/Topshop, deconstructed sweater/Topshop, neon green skinny jeans/Urban Outfitters.

 
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Skyscrapers and everything!

07 May

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Thank you Stevie Wonder for the best introduction of New York City. I’ve been missing in action, I know, though technically I’ve been here all along. I’ve been a very busy lady. I can at least account for the last two weeks, the latter which was spent in Manhattan. I will fondly look back on this particular week as the time I fell in love with yellow.

I’m not referring to your soft baby chick variety, either. I’m talking about bright, honest-to-goodness yellow. Yellow! Think of daffodils and Chrysanthemums. Think of sunshine. It started with an innocent sighting in the American Apparel window on Houston in the Lower East Side. It was intensified by a wonderfully radiant woman’s hair who so kindly let me take her picture. And the deal was sealed with a proper multi-colored mani procured on a whim as I walked by my friend’s favorite nail salon.

Yellow pleated skirt, blue t-shirt, coral blazer, tom's floral slip-ons

It took two trips but I found the right size skirt. I’ve never been one for pleats but no one ever told me I could have yellow pleats. This shade of yellow makes me happy. I’m wearing springtime and I like it.

Neon yellow hair

Katherine, whose jovial and charismatic disposition distracted me from confirming the spelling of her name, is a jewelry designer who happened to be equally interested in the coral tones of my outfit. Naturally, we exchanged pictures. After this week, I’m of the mindset that if you can walk up to a stranger on the street in New York and ask to take their picture, you are probably capable of anything. You can’t really think about it too much, just do it.

Yellow mani

The mani, complete with green accent nail and flower.

Street art, NYC

Lastly, more beautiful street art. I’m a big fan. They’re often temporary, yet take a fair amount of devotion, skill and craft, providing an element of surprise when walking down the street.

Hope you enjoyed a glimpse into my latest trip, I promise to share more soon. I’ve really missed writing and being active here.

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Yellow chiffon pleated skirt/American Apparel, blue t-shirt/Urban Outfitters, coral blazer/Topshop, floral slip-ons/Tom’s.

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You might have noticed my Google Friend Connect widget has been taken down. I found out that Google is discontinuing this product soon, I figured I might as well get used to no longer relying on it. There are still a variety of ways to subscribe to updates for this blog. In the meantime, I’d be delighted if you left me your url in the comment box, I’ll do my best to visit.

xo, f

 
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Eye candy

07 Apr

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This post needs no words, the title says it all. I’m fortunate enough to have been able to witness the drama, detail and ethereal designs of Gaultier’s exhibit at San Francisco’s de Young Museum. My words won’t do what I saw justice, I’ve captured a small sample of the magic to share with you.

If you have the opportunity to experience this for yourself, don’t miss it. For more information about the tour, check out this article from the Huffington Post.

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at San Francisco de Young Museum

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at San Francisco de Young Museum

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at San Francisco de Young Museum

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at San Francisco de Young Museum

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at San Francisco de Young Museum

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at San Francisco de Young Museum

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at San Francisco de Young Museum

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at San Francisco de Young Museum

Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit at San Francisco de Young Museum

 

 
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The simplest things

20 Mar

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Daily outfit wearing blue lace top, red pants, floral Tom's

Daily outfit wearing blue lace top, red pants, floral Tom's

Bee ring with red crystals

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This outfit makes me happy. Very happy. There’s more to it than meets the eye. In fact, just standing next to my Icelandic poppies makes this outfit even better. Poppies and calla lilies are my two most favorite flowers. I grow both in my garden. Instant happiness. Memories are made from everything that touches and leaves a story. Head to toe, this outfit has a complete tale to tell.

The necklace I’m wearing was given to me by a former co-worker as a birthday gift. Her sister hand-made the glass beads, she made the necklace. I think of them both fondly every time I wear it. The watch was a gift from my ex mother-in-law, I think of her generosity, wicked sense of humor and love of cats every time I wear it. The bee ring is another nod to my connection to the outdoors and all the creatures within it. I’ve never been afraid of critters and take great pleasure in the time I spend hiking, camping or running. The blue lace top was a pleasant treat when I was issued a store credit for a defective pair of pants. The floral slip-on shoes are Tom’s. Happiness for my feet. I”m a big fan of Tom’s and like being able to participate in improving others’ lives, especially when it’s been made so easy to do.

The red pants I bought in Spain. They’re just hot. You can’t argue with that.

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Red pants/Zara, blue lace top/Anthropologie, taupe tank top/Nordstrom’s, necklace/gifted, vintage Gucci watch/gifted, bee ring/Jewelmint.com, floral slip-ons/Tom’s.

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You might have noticed my Google Friend Connect widget has been taken down. I found out that Google is discontinuing this product soon, I figured I might as well get used to no longer relying on it. There are still a variety of ways to subscribe to updates for this blog. In the meantime, I’d be delighted if you left me your url in the comment box, I’ll do my best to visit.

xo, f

 
 

Favorite shoes

03 Mar

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Trail running shoes Saucony

These are my favorite shoes. Let’s define what makes a shoe a favorite. My personal criteria is as follows: They should make me feel confident, strong and sexy. They should be comfortable. I want to feel like a badass wearing them. Bonus points for style and unique qualities. Alright then, no bonus points on this round but if I was tasked with having to save the world, I’d grab these as I ran out the door. They practically possess magical qualities.

They are my trail running shoes. No real style or personality to them. I wish they looked cooler, really. They’re not particularly attractive or memorable. In fact, I couldn’t remember the brand the first few times I wore them. But I didn’t buy them for style or make, I bought them for quality and fit. I bought them so that when I ran on dirt and rocks and roots jutting up I could keep going and going and going. And I do. Come talk to me when my face is red and I’m drenched in sweat, stretching after a good run, and ask me how I feel about myself and my body. I feel like a million bucks.

I love my body because it’s mine, not because it’s perfect. It’s my physical best friend. I treat it with love and care. Running is my peace, it’s where I get my strength after a hard day. Every bad thought and emotion gets shaken off to the rhythm of my breath and stride. It isn’t for everyone and doesn’t have to be. There are plenty of avenues for that same experience, I have friends that practice Yoga, others that dance. My ultimate purpose for having this in my life is that it makes me a better person.

I’m calmer. I’m healthier and more fit. I’m happier. I get to be alone in nature. My senses are completely engaged. I feel more connected to the world. I’m more confident. I feel good about myself. It’s proof that I can do it, day after day, week after week, and year after year. I worked really hard at first, I was not a natural. Asthma and arthritis in my feet attempted and failed to sabotage my initial efforts, they only taught me patience and determination. They taught me to pace myself, to be kind to myself physically and mentally. I have grown stronger.

The day after a good run I’m on top of the world, wearing my second favorite pair of shoes, which happen to be black over-the-knee boots, and feeling like a badass. What are you favorite shoes?

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Black over-the-knee boots with avocado dress

Black over-the-knee boots with recycled sweater skirt, purple shimmery turtleneck

Black over-the-knee boots with mustard dress, black boyfriend blazer

Black over-the-knee boots with versace for h&m skirt, black button-down shirt

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You might have noticed my Google Friend Connect widget has been taken down. I found out that Google is discontinuing this product soon, I figured I might as well get used to no longer relying on it. There are still a variety of ways to subscribe to updates for this blog. In the meantime, I’d be delighted if you left me your url in the comment box, I’ll do my best to visit.

xo, f

 
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Want more?

20 Feb

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Do you miss the daily outfit updates these days? They haven’t completely disappeared. I’m still obsessively photographing interesting vignettes of my outfits and whatever else I find inspiring throughout my day. These updates are happening via Instagram and immediately go to The House in the Clouds’ tumblr. All pictures, all the time. Want more? Check it out.

xo, f

 
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The necessity of reinvention

05 Feb

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daily outfit wearing red, grey, black vintage sweater dress, fishnets and over-the-knee boots

daily outfit wearing red, grey, black vintage sweater dress, fishnets and over-the-knee boots

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Mid-life crisis. There, I said it. I wouldn’t think twice about going to a dealership and driving off in a red hot Porsche right now. (Make it a 911 Turbo S, please.) But this isn’t a mid-life crisis and all I’ve done is get a new tattoo and color my hair differently in the past few months. It’s part of my evolution; the constant reinvention. What was wrong with the previous version of me? Absolutely nothing. But like anything, regardless of my conscious intervention, everything will change. I’d rather put up my sail and see where the wind takes me with some level of awareness and determination than to scramble unprepared.

I recently wrote about aging and what I plan to do about it. Here’s another tip for you: keep evolving. Stay fresh. Do something new. You don’t have to be as dramatic as me and get a tattoo, it wasn’t nearly the big deal I played it up to be since I happen to have six others. But you, take a different way home and see something new. Say hi to someone you don’t usually talk to. This is how life happens, how we make new friends and broaden our perspective. It makes life fun and keeps us interesting.

I can look back on any point in time in my life with incredible detail based on the following information: What music I was listening to, what my hair looked like and what I was wearing. You may not think you’re saying much with the way you dress but you are making a statement every single day. So have fun with it. Or be serious. Or be flirty. Spruce yourself up, or just take it down a notch. The point is that we need to be dressed every day. Most of us, at least. Since it has to be done and is not all that negotiable, half the work has been done for you. And I know you. You already own clothes. So put them together differently one day. Mix and match. Surprise yourself. Evolve.

It’s a tiny step, and perhaps you’re ready for something much larger but I expect this: One small change leads to another. One rewarding adventure, (yes! Even in the form of a pair of colored tights instead of the usual black) just changed your course. We have to evolve. I know it’s comfortable right here where you’re standing but everything around you will change and it’s much easier to move with it than to resist.

A friend of mine coaches women to live their abundant life to their fullest. “…step into being unapologetically radiant, switched on, confident…” she says. This woman is after my own heart. How can you not let yourself be seduced by such beautiful words? I want to be radiant! It takes work, just so you know. I often wake up ready to pull a “That Girl” moment but the minutiae of being alive and having to function as a responsible woman with a full-time career usually saps the last drop from me. Yet, I’m still here, writing. Albeit, I post less often these days but that’s fine. I’m still doing it and it feels great. And I’m proud of what I’m doing. In fact, you might say I feel a little radiant.

You may not think there’s a correlation between taking sartorial chances and writing this today, right now, but there are. Fifteen months ago I had no clue I would have a blog, that I would take myself on this rewarding journey. It all started with a harmless Facebook status update from woman I had just met participating in Kendi’s 30 for 30 remix challenge. The rest is history. I’ll rewind a little.

I took a chance. I decided that I had nothing to lose by joining my new friend in this challenge. In fact, I had nothing to lose by making a new friend. And I was right. Enthusiasm, almost giddiness, took over my spare time. I took pictures every day, I found blogs that inspired me in every possible way. I wrote. I gave myself permission to be more creative with my outfits because I was participating in something; there are times when it’s easier to have an excuse. I had a reason and a purpose with my invisible army of women doing this around the country to back me up. I felt braver. I was having fun again.

It would be fair to say that in my evolution I came full circle. Over the years I had started to lose the light-heartedness and whimsy that I had always associated with fashion. Not only did it return, but this was the next version of it. In no time at all, something even more interesting happened. The confidence I had in taking chances with my outfits carried over to other aspects of my life. Believe it or not, this is exactly how it happens.

This is my journey, it’s how I am evolving. One thing leading to another. Tell me, what little change have you planned for yourself today? Because taking one small step is how it all starts.

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Vintage red, black and grey sweater dress/eBay, fishnets/unknown, black belt/Dress Barn, black snakeskin patterned boots/Kelsi Dagger, feather necklace/JewelMint, vintage Gucci watch/gifted.

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You might have noticed my Google Friend Connect widget has been taken down. I found out that Google is discontinuing this product soon, I figured I might as well get used to no longer relying on it. There are still a variety of ways to subscribe to updates for this blog. In the meantime, I’d be delighted if you left me your url in the comment box, I’ll do my best to visit.

xo, f

 

Becoming invisible

17 Jan

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Daily outfit wearing magenta t-shirt, violet cardigan, black skinny jeans, black knee-high boots

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I just read an article about aging and becoming invisible. Yes, I think about this sometimes. I don’t dwell on it much but there are times I worry. There is nothing anyone can say about my current state that guarantees that I will not become invisible with time. Invisible to younger people, invisible to men. Just invisible. We live in a youth-centric culture and this is the reality.

I look in the mirror and I’m confused. I see the changes on my skin, I’m mostly fascinated with it. It, the skin of a 44 year old woman. It’s different. We’re all different but I what I mean is that my skin is different than it used to be. If you’re not there yet, get used to the idea, you’ll see when you get there. If you’re there, or you’ve been there, you know exactly what I’m talking about. It’s fine, really. But there is this small voice in my head that asks a lot of questions. Like, will I be equally surprised with my appearance at 60 as I am now? Will I ever feel that my insides and my outsides match again? When did that stop? How will others continue to see me? When will I stop looking as sprite as I feel? Will it make me sad? I’ve enjoyed it this far, will I even be bothered to care? I’m inclined to think I’ll care some.

I don’t want to become invisible. I think it’s more than vanity, I think it’s primal. The old and the weak got left behind because they no longer served the purpose of procreating or hunting and gathering. No one wants to be left behind. No woman, no man. What’s my plan? I have to have a plan, I can’t just plow through my 40′s and 50′s with reckless abandon and wake up to the shock of having become invisible. I’m really comfortable with the gradual changes taking place, let’s keep it that way. Besides, when I turn 60 I probably won’t think that’s very old at all and I’ll be confused by the whole damn experience.

Not long ago, I would walk to the train station everyday by myself the five blocks from my house. Every once in a while, a total stranger would say something very nice to me as I made my way with purse, lunch bag and gym bag in tow. Every single time it took me by surprise. It’s not that I don’t think I look nice, it’s that they made an effort and went out of their way. The kindness of strangers. And I would wonder, what did they see? I just doesn’t matter how good I look, how young one might think I appear, there is no doubt in my mind that some things cannot be falsified, such as the fact that I’m not 25, or even 30. I see my face, my body, every morning. I know what I look like. It doesn’t matter. Even if I embodied absolute physical perfection, they were compelled to go out of their way. They had no obligation to verbally express what they experienced. I would have been none the wiser.

I lived in San Francisco, a city teaming with young beautiful women walking down the same streets as me. What made me different?

It’s not that I don’t accept that some might find me attractive, it’s that I truly believe that something else made me stand out. The kindness within. As I’ve gotten older I’ve become more and more comfortable being nice. Not polite. Nice. I will stop and ask if someone needs help. This next part is actually more significant. If, and when, I hear my judgmental inner voice spout something I don’t like about anyone, I will correct it. I check myself. Why did I make that judgment? Has a button been pushed? It’s not what I think, it’s what I do with that thought, that judgement. It’s static noise that has no power if I ignore or correct it. And guess what? It’s made me nicer. I’ve always been that person but I haven’t always given that person power. Now I have and I think others see it.

Kindness. Fairness. Generosity. As I’ve been changing how I see the world, I’ve been changing how the world sees me. So if you want to know what I intend do about becoming invisible with age, I just shared with you the only trick I have up my sleeve.

That’s my plan and I’m sticking to it.

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Magenta t-shirt/Urban Outfitters, violet cardigan/Anthropologie, leopard-spotted jacket/Sandro, black skinny jeans/Urban Outfitters, knee-high snake-skin pattern boots/Kelsi Dagger, multi-color scarf/gifted.

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You might have noticed my Google Friend Connect widget has been taken down. I found out that Google is discontinuing this product soon, I figured I might as well get used to no longer relying on it. There are still a variety of ways to subscribe to updates for this blog. In the meantime, I’d be delighted if you left me your url in the comment box, I’ll do my best to visit.