Almost a Year Later. Checking In.

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There’s something you guys should know about me.

I’m a starter. I love starting projects.

But I feel overwhelmed finishing them. When I first started this blog I had so much to share, so many ideas, so much potential for the tips, tricks, and hap-hazards of doing hair.

Then we moved twice- First to my parents to save money for a couple of months, then to Boston. Lucky for us there was almost two months before the chit hit the fan.

Winter. you S* of a B*.

The snow was glorious, the slip and slides- magical, but the thing that threw me into a pit of depression was the lack of light.

I am a summer child. Through and through. I roll with my windows down, if I even roll. Most of the time I prefer to walk, take the bus, or fantasize about being on a bike that I’ll never own. (My uncoordinated self would be dead in a day.)

My skin reacts magically too. As does most people’s in the sun. I swear, in the dripping heat I’d still get up, get dressed and be inspired. This is why Californians are always so happy… Well, that and other legal reasons.

Not here. There was a pivotal moment in transition when we moved here: 2 incomes to 1. While Studhubs is in Law School, he is unable to work. (Mandated for all law students cross-country) This we knew from the get-go. What we didn’t fully grasp is the amount of pressure we would both feel, mixed with the depression from apparent lack of light.

It was the most literal version of having “dark times.”

It started small. I just had a more difficult time getting out of bed. Then when I did I rationalized not changing out of my pajamas. The only person who would be seeing me was still 13 hours away from coming home, so why would ANYONE put on pants. (Law school is rough y’all)

I stopped eating. Then I ate too much. Then I became obsessive about what I was eating. Then I forgot to clean the house for three months. Seriously. Three months. It was a disaster.

I would punish myself for not being a good enough wife- then feel enraged that my husband wasn’t participating in any activities that would make us partners in this. He was tired. I was tired. It was rough.

Then, something magical happened two weeks ago. For one whole week it was nice outside. And by nice I mean it broke 60, and definitely didn’t go above 70, but there was sun. It changed everything.

I started getting up before my alarm. I made breakfast for us. I cleaned while he was gone. And [praise sweet Jesus] I took a shower.

At the last minute I got a tenant for the summer so that I could go with Hubs to Texas. *Where he’s summering at a couple of firms. I laid out our road trip itinerary and I started taking long walks with my dogs at 5:00… Because OMG it was starting to stay light out until 6:30 or 7. [instead of 3 or 4]

For the first time in ages- I feel happy, air headedly happy.

I bake. I clean. I put on pants. I walk my dogs. I almost eat normally. I’m returning to what I love: Hair, Designing, Sewing, Traveling, AND THIS BLOG.

There has been no shift in our circumstances, but the introduction of light into our lives is the most concrete evidence I’ve had that we are not cut out for the north. Kind of. At least if we do end up around these part we will require a “sunning room” with big, fake lamps to trick me into summa chil’ happiness.

Anyway, with the introduction of light into Boston/Cambridge, the style and shapes of humans are emerging. It is glorious. And something I will update on soon, as well as why Massachusetts is the worst state in the USA.

For now, I hope you are well, my friends. And that if you are east coasters, that you are soaking in the glory of light for as long at mother nature allows it.

xoxo

MM

Let’s hear it for all dem’ Baby Mamas!

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Friends,

I apologize for being so completely gone.

TWO MONTHS?

Unacceptable.

But hush already, I’m packing and getting ready to move 1,963.86 miles away AND I’m somehow going on vacation this week, so there.

But you’re not here for that. You’re here for fashion non-sense. So let’s get down to business.

Mothers. 

We all have one. Chances are some of you are one, some of you hope to be one, or some of you are dating/married to one. If there is one thing that is pretty universal: the mom style.

“Oh, that’s a mom haircut” you might say, or, “Ew, look at those mom jeans!!”

Although I am not a mother, I do have one, and I also have two mom sisters, and since I was around them recently I’ll try and communicate what I see new moms and old moms alike needing.

1) A good pair of “go” shoes..

When it comes to on the go, these high profile moms have one thing in common: Bensimon. Bensimon is a european shoe company that is the equivalent of USA’s Converse. The soft canvas material is so extremely comfortable and the rubber soles make them fantastic for chasing after your littles. It is an added bonus that you can wear them with really anything. As seen above Liv Tyler sports them with a skirt!

2) Longer Shirts (Tunics)

Two things I hear mom’s complaining about: A) Longer shirts are too low cut causing them to have accidental boob flashes when their babies try and stabilized themselves B) Regular shirts aren’t long enough for all the times they bend over during the day to pick up their little ones, or at least pick up after their little ones.

3) Updated High-Waisted Jeans

High Waisted Good Fitting Jeans: Moms have been through something. Bodily assault. A tiny human is catapulted from the innards of a woman’s lower region. Sometimes this can cause what the public has so politely named “problem areas.” The main area being the belly and hip area. As previously noted, you will be bending down several million times per day. The updated high-waisted jeans will see that you can bend over with ease knowing your tummy will be tucked and your crack hidden. The ones above are from Madewell, I love Madewell because they will do in-house tailoring, which is a total must for adjusting to your new body. Mom’s rarely spend the money they need to on good fitting jeans because they don’t want to spend money on clothes when they’re planning on loosing the weight. Well, all I can say is when you feel good in the jeans, you want to make steps to feel good everywhere. You have to have clothes that you love for every stage of your transitioning body. And chances are your beloved favorite pair of pre-pregnancy jeans won’t fit like they used to.

4) Trendy Parachute Pants

Luckily, these pants have been EVERYWHERE this year. You can get them in the above fashion or with the synched ankles. These are the ultimate cool mom pants. European mom, if you will. They are high enough to cover problem area, but fitted enough to add some shape. Post pregnancy is hard. Like I said above, your body is in a constant state of change. A easy solution is to buy a bunch of these pants until you’re down to an ideal size and then splurge on nice new Madewell tailor jeans. Whatever you choose, you will be fabulous because you made a human, and no one can take that from you.

5) A purse that could double as a diaper bag

I love a good purse. I hate every diaper bag ever. (Dramatic)

A purse that’s a diaper bag? Brilliant. This waxed leather tote from Etsy blew my mind. Something that you can throw your wallet into as well as plastic keys, bottles, dinosaurs, random shoes, snacks and more? Yes, yes, and yes.

6) An easy make up routine

I love this beauty blog. The above photo is from her minute beauty routine. My recommendation? Find your brands, be loyal to the things you know work, if you don’t know what you like then go to Ulta or Sephora and have them guide you through what will work best for you. If the day has gotten away from you, no worries! Set an alarm for 10 minutes before your significant other gets home and throw on some lipstick and maybe some mascara. A good shade goes a long way, and it’s something they will appreciate.

Have I missed anything? What are your mommy must haves?

xoxo
MM

It’s #FASHIONFURSDAY

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Hey Dolls,

Surely it hasn’t been two entire weeks, since I last mentioned the grand #fashionfursday. Or has it been three? Sweet goodness, I hope Time takes note of my pace sluggish behind her, and slows down for one millisecond.

I’ve been preparing my wardrobe, my mind, and my husby for the move, and also for vacation. Which surreally correlate.

We’ve been on a fairly strict diet for about 4 days now, and with my toe almost completely mended I am back in the gym. Huffin and puffin the stale sweaty air around me. 

I have just under 10 weeks, to loose some weight, some furniture, and sadly the city I love so very much.

I have 2 more waxes. 50 more works. and 72 fading days until the end.

but ENOUGH of that already!

It’s #fashionfursday, and I want to see what you’re wearing.

Here are some of my favorite looks from around the interwebs-

BOS:

NYC:

LAX:

ATX:

As for me, I’m glued to my new jacket. My darling friend bought it for me. I’m convinced it’s because she thinks I might die in the Boston cold.

 

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So, my darlings. What are you wearing? 

insta @thexoxoMM or #fashionfursday

Justin&Sawyer

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Hi there friends.

Remember when I mentioned my friend Sawyer? (insta: psh_itssawyer)

Well, she’s dating this hunk Justin, and occasionally they let me play with their hair, then they take beautiful photos of it.

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Photo cred: Psh_itssawyer

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Recently, they graced us with their presence in the ol’ ATX. They are, of course, some of our favorite humans. And excitingly, they’re both extremely gifted artists. (of the unstarving nature)

Have Dilemma, need advice: The advantages of marrying a boy genius.

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I married extremely young as a mixture of hormones and love, friend circles and family cults encouraged me find love in the most formable of my years. i.e Late teens to early 20’s.

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I obliged myself and them by marrying at the ripe young age of 21. Now, I’m a soon to be 24 and although I have no regrets of marrying as a young adult {old child}, I can’t help but feel the stare {glares} every time I mention my age in relation to when I got married. I’d like to say it’s all bliss no work, but those bliss filled days are the ones we live for while we work- towards a house, better careers, a lucrative future, and someday perhaps adoptions of beautiful beautiful babies.

Around a year ago this time my sweet, wonderful husby began studying for his law school admission test or LSAT. The LSAT is known for being taxing, and the study process alone can consume your entire life, which is exactly what started to happen. We were barely adult babies, newly married, not to mention overwhelmed with the LSAT- our marriage began to suffer. There is no logical reason we came out alive, or happy, but we did. Husby was all logic in explaining that every hour he spent in the other room was going to pay off. Literally, schools will pay you if you’re smart enough. So, I parted with my dearly beloved for months that seemed to never end, but like all seasons they did. Whether the results be good or bad that retched time was over.

I’ve decided to provide visuals as I’m going off topic for this posting and need something pretty different to look at. The LSAT score percentages are below:

As you can see, most of the people who study an average amount (3 months, at least 3 hours a day, 5-6 days a week) still end up hitting around 150. 14% of lucky studiers make it up to that 160-166 mark, and the genius’ of the world make up those last two little orange pieces to the right. That’s where he landed.

Before I got married, I was taunted by a fear that I would be limiting my options to move about freely, and live in a vast array of places. Strangely, committing has only opened me up to endless and grand adventures with the one I love.

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Hubs was graciously accepted into some lovely schools soon after his applications were submitted. Some gave him full rides, while several others offered enticing 1/2-2/3 scholarships, but with every acceptance, and every offer we feel the paralyzing pressure of making a decision between good and also good places. We are so very grateful for these opportunities, and we’ve started this silly little routine called, “Have Dilemma, Need Advice” as a way of PRO/CON-ing our decision process. As we’re in a state of perpetual transition our conversations have become much more to the point, and we find peace of mind only in mind blowingly good brunches, TV marathons, and hours and hours of playing pool.

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So here’s the end of the beginning, the question that will be debated until we’re sick. Where would you go if you had the opportunity? What life are you ready for? City? Country? Family? Fun?

Have Dilemma, Need Advice.

New York, Boston, Houston, Austin, LA, San Francisco, Chicago, Virginia, Tennessee, North Carolina, Michigan, Pennsylvania, or DC?

xoxo–MM