I've lived the better part of the past decade in solely JCrew. I fell head over heels for the brand back in 2007 as a freshman at Boston College. That Christmas, my wish list was simply a link to their website and a couple dozen style numbers.
I launched SCOPES on the first day of spring in 2015. When I started the project, I was ambitious and ready to take on the world of blogging. To say I bit off more than I could chew is a major understatement. A few months in and I was paralyzed. Nevermind the pressure for high-quality photos and new clothes to be photographed in, it was the pursuit of perfection that left me motionless.
Sapphires are the second hardest gemstone on the planet. Their strength follows diamonds, and their color is a perfect accident. Sapphires are part of the corundum family, and, without any impurity, these stones are clear. Lucky for us, Nature is a bit careless at times, and impurities find their way into the molecular structure of corundum during formation. Impurity creates color, and in the case of Sapphires, trace amounts of titanium (TI) and iron (Fe) leak into the crystalline latticework replacing what should be aluminum (Al). (Yes, that cheap atom that covers your left over food is actually quite remarkable! #science)
I recently became aware of how dirty the word “settle” is in our lexicon. So much so, that I couldn’t even find a quote where it was used in a positive light. This realization came about during a conversation with a close friend’s Mother. Upon uttering the word, she immediately took a breath to clarify her statement. It wasn’t meant to signify defeat or less than, but rather, she meant “settle down.”
Let me take you back to 1926. The year Vogue first published Chanel’s little black dress. Or, to properly quote the publication, “Chanel’s Ford.” Although Chanel did not invent the dress, she fought for it. She took an unworthy fabric—jersey—and a frowned upon color—black—and made history. While the little black dress has been reinvented thousands of times over, it has remained a staple in women’s closets for decades since.
I think Millennials - more than any other generation - are obsessed with the concept of time. We Instagram our favorite #tbt memories from the past, we preach about living in the present, and we talk about our big dreams for the future. Fact: time is a non-renewable resource. And each time we stop to measure, we lose a bit more.
Happy first day of Spring sassy cats! The weather might be dreary here in DC, but I'm definitely in a celebratory mood. As of today, SCOPES is officially one year old! Pop the cork! (Hard to believe this journey started a year ago...time flies when you're having fun!) And if I had to give one word to describe this past revolution around the sun, it would be growth.
Here I am, yet again, arriving fashionably late to the party. It's taken me a full twenty-six days to get my shit together, and I'm blaming Mercury's retrograde. (Such divine timing for a productive 2016...jokes.) The rest of you (non Capricorn) over achievers had your 2015 reflections posted, 2016 resolutions written, and NYE plans sorted back on December 31st, so the topic of fresh starts might be old news to you. But that overrated, anticlimactic one second leap from 11:59:59 PM to 12:00:00 AM failed to be the magical kick start I needed.
Many golfers know the trick to playing a great round of golf is to have a few beers. Just kidding! The real secret to success is consistently playing with golfers better than yourself. Even though the scenario can be intimidating, it instantly alters your mindset: you're focused and willing to learn. Each shot is played to the best of your ability, and you look to the better player for new skills and habits. I've learned there is great value to playing the game of life under similar circumstances.
In a book called Pretty Little Mistakes, there is no ending. There are endings. Alternate endings. Over 150 different ways a life can unfold...all based on the power of choice. It begins on page five when the reader is forced to make a decision: Europe or California. That single choice can mean the difference between living homeless next to the river, or owning an opulent mansion in Beverly Hills.
I started lecturing (a real fancy word for reading the Bible passages in front of the congregation) at church simply because I thought I could do it better than everyone else. It sounds bitchy (and probably is), but that's the honest to God truth. I'm not even a competitive person by nature, but for some unbeknownst reason I got real feisty. And I pounced at the opportunity. It's been a learning lesson ever since.
Last week I made my first trip to Vegas. When I wasn't window shopping (still dreaming of a limited edition - only 30 made - Tory Burch handbag) or lip synching along with Britney (she's still got it!) I was representing the U.S. Fashion Industry Association (USFIA) at MAGIC.
I don't have many memories from grade school, but there are a handful burned into my life's montage. One in particular from the fourth grade: I am sitting in my reading group, literature textbook closed, and staring off into space.
Last week, I listened to MOTS complain for four straight days about overcast skies and overgrown grass. "It's just rain," I thought to myself. This week the cooler temperatures and precipitation made its way into the District, and I didn't mind. Not one bit.
Graduations. Weddings. Accolades. The month of May left me feeling a bit behind the curve. I really started questioning where I stood in life. No professional degree, no significant other, and no notable accomplishments. It took Saturday afternoon in Costco to finally break through the doubt.
Memorial Day Weekend. All-American food on the BBQ, the first dip in the pool, and the return of white clothing. The calendar denotes the official start of summer as June 21, but for many, these three days marked the beginning of the summer season. In between perfectly curated shots of festive drinks and lazy afternoons by the pool, there were photos to acknowledge the real reason why we escaped Monday at the office. The fallen.
I haven't had cable since graduating college. I didn't intentionally "cut the cord" with the thought of sending a statement to cable companies. Rather, what started as the product of a living situation evolved into a realization. Cable is a waste of my precious time. (Oh, and ridiculously expensive!)
In our society, time is money. Yet, sometimes a few minutes of perfection are worth large sums in the red. Ten hours of travel, for fifteen minutes in his passenger seat. I would do it once a week if I could.
I have been looking forward to this week since mid-March. Like a countdown to Christmas morning, yesterday could not come soon enough. My best friend returned from Afghanistan. The Soldier was officially Home.
Working at J.Crew you quickly begin to realize just how many people own a solid chunk of your closet, and I have become an excellent Crew spotter. On the metro, at the grocery store, and even on episodes of my favorite shows, I see Jenna and Micky's creations everywhere.
I knew Scopes would be a project. Not the kind where you think "oh this will just take me 10 minutes..." and then 10 hours later it's still not done. (Don't lie, you've been there.) But the kind of project that you are willing to let take over your life. I was prepared for that.
I have two fatal flaws: 1) I fall in love too easily and 2) I am too rigid. I am not so sure I can change the first, so I am constantly working on the second. My best friend is always reminding me that if I don't learn to adapt, one day I will break. I am a creature of habit. I have set routines, and I hate deviating from them. But really, I find even the smallest of changes irksome.
I haven't officially worn my Catholic school uniform since 2007, and I miss it a little more each day. It was comfortable. It was flame retardant. It was bullet proof. (Well, just the waistband against trap team shotshells, but still. That's pretty badass.)