September is a strange month. On one hand, September feels as though it should kick off the Fall season. I love pulling my cozy sweaters out of the closet and pairing them with high-waisted denim (these are my fave fave fave) and ankle boots. Sadly, those sweaters will have to stay in the closet for a bit longer, because September is gearing up to be h-o-t in the Bay. We’ve been working hard to get our patio in tip-top shape to enjoy the last of this Indian Summer, and I’ll definitely be sharing the big reveal in a few weeks.
I’m also jetting off to LA this weekend for a little celebratory getaway – my big bro is turning the big 30! Looks like I’ll be wearing my breezy linen skirts and knotted tees a little while longer…. Happy September! ✌🏼
This past couple of years, I’ve really taken to the interior design world. Don’t get me wrong – I’ve always tried to make our home look nice with what little décor budget we had. In college, I scoured Craigslist for gently used pieces that needed a new home. When we first moved to San Francisco, I made several large trips to IKEA and Zozi’s Loft in SF to furnish our new place.
We’ve lived in the Bay Area now for over three years and have slowly been updating our home with nicer, higher quality investments. Subsequently, my interest in interior design has skyrocketed. I’ve become obsessed with designing every square inch of our apartment with cozy furnishings and imperfectly-styled décor. Plants abound. Candles guttering. Hygge aplenty.
Our New Place
It’s taken me a bit longer to settle into this new apartment (when I say “new” I mean we moved in May… lol). This latest move came quite unexpectedly, as we had just settled into our last place and were feeling comfortable in our new space. Our lease we signed was only 6 months and we thought that we’d be able to extend it. We were wrong.
After just 6 short months, we had to uproot our lives. This was our second move in less than a year and I didn’t handle it well (like not at all). I resisted packing and I was little help on the actual moving day. I had such a hard time acting like an adult, and I am so grateful for Sawyer’s endless patience with me. It took me a long time to work through some very unpleasant feelings and moods.
It’s now September and I’ve just gotten to a place where this new apartment is beginning to feel like home. In the first couple of months here, I had no desire to set anything up, hang artwork on the walls, or really try at all to make the place into a home for us. This was the actual worst because I am truly a homebody at heart. Thankfully, we signed a year lease on this new place and I was finally able to get over those initial dejected and listless feelings and breathe some life into our home.
I snapped some photos of our space last weekend and decided I wanted to share them here with you. Our new home is almost “complete.” However, the perfectionist in me isn’t ready to share a full tour until the finishing touches have been put into place.
Yes, these are my real eyelashes. And yes, you can have them, too! I’ve tried everything over the years to make my lashes longer and more luscious. I’ve used lengthening mascaras, taken Biotin, and even gotten eyelash extensions. After much experimentation and a whole lot of patience, I’ve finally found the secret (and I’m dying to share): Rodan + Fields Lash Boost*.
I started using Lash Boost around Christmastime and began my experiment by excitedly applying more than the directed amount to my top and bottom lashes each night, hoping my extra dose would speed up the lash-growing process. A couple of weeks later, I noticed that I kept waking each morning to red and irritated eyes. I reached out to my Rodan + Fields consultant and she recommended that I watch the video on proper application, as she suspected I was probably applying too much. She was certainly right, of course, because I only needed the tiniest swipe of this extremely concentrated lash conditioning serum on my top lashline to start seeing results.
Since then, I’ve been using the Rodan + Fields Lash Boost consistently, applying a thin strip to my upper lashline every night. It takes about 5 weeks to see full results with this product, and it took a little longer for mine to come in fully. After about 8 weeks of using the Lash Boost, I was getting compliments at work and from friends who hadn’t seen me in a while; everyone assumed I had gotten another set of lash extensions. I happily corrected them.
– T H E R E S U L T S –
The results speak for themselves, don’t you think? My natural lashes before were stubby and sparse, and my lower lashes were barely noticeable. After using Rodan + Fields Lash Boost, my top lashes are fanned out and curly, and my bottom lashes are longer and darker.
I love looking at before-and-after photos, and I’m so happy that I get to share mine with you! I can tell you that this product truly works if you are diligent and patient. If you are looking for a foolproof way to shockingly long and luscious natural lashes (and want to wake up every day looking like an absolute BABE), you should try Rodan + Fields Lash Boost. I guarantee you will not be disappointed.
Get in touch with my R + F consultant for more information on the Lash Boost here! She’s really lovely and will hook you up with the secret (+ A DISCOUNT!) to the most babely lashes ever. 😉
You’re an outfit-ruiner. You’re a security blanket. You’re frumpy. You’re uncomfortable. You serve no purpose except to hide body insecurities. I dislike you.
You were created by the clothing industry to perpetuate women’s self-consciousness about their arms. I get it, I’ve been there. I haven’t discussed body insecurities on this platform because it’s a tough subject, and I wanted to keep the tone fun and lighthearted around here. However, life isn’t always fun and lighthearted, and everyone has body insecurities and can relate to this topic. So here we go.
I used to wear cardigans for years because I was self-conscious about my arms, too. Even on the hottest summer day, I’d wear a cardigan, so that the rest of the world couldn’t see what I deemed unfit for society. I’d willingly sweat and make myself uncomfortable so that everyone around me wouldn’t have to be in the presence of my exposed arms. How insane is that? I cannot believe there was ever a time when I thought that was okay.
I still cringe when I see old photos of myself wearing a cardigan. For a period in time, I was afraid to wear something sleeveless without one. I want to go back in time to tell myself that it’s okay to let the world see my arms. Everyone will be fine and the earth will keep spinning. In fact, no one will say anything at all. The harshest critics are your own deprecating thoughts.
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when I stopped wearing cardigans, but I know there was certainly a point when I decided to never look back. I’m sad for all the years I wasted feeling uncomfortable in my own body, and trying to make others around me feel more comfortable by covering it up.
My arms are not small and never have been, but wearing a cardigan doesn’t make them smaller. Covering them in fabric doesn’t hide their size. My arms are not small but they are strong. In 5th grade, I beat every boy in my class at arm wrestling. I can do at least 10 real pushups without even trying. I can paddle a kayak, carry groceries, and lift furniture. I can open a jar and pop a bottle of champagne. 🍾
Dear cardigans: no one needs you. You are useless and sad. May you rot in the clearance bin for the rest of eternity, because I’ll never look your way again.
I’m currently going through somewhat of a blogging and creative rut. I shot these photos today and sat down to write this post, but instead I sat with my laptop open in my lap for over an hour without a single word typed. All of the “yay summer!” posts seemed so disingenuous when all I really wanted to write about was why I’ve been MIA for the past couple months.
I intentionally haven’t shared many life updates lately because it’s been a challenging few months. I’ll save all my words about this for another proper post, because it would be a crime to pull focus from this stunning Old Navy jumpsuit.
I’m loving the Havana-prep style of this outfit. So breezy and comfy for those sticky summer days! Agood linen jumpsuit never lets me down during the summer; they’re light enough to let the air circulate and my legs don’t stick together! They’re my ultimate summer uniform. Hah. The black and floral pattern is killing me, too. Add on these fun mirrored sunnies and blush canvas sneaksand the outfit just kind of comes together on its own, don’t you think?