I know what you might be thinking. I’m too old for hi-waisted jeans! I have kids, a corporate job, a mortgage… NO! Anyway, I will tell you right now that I felt the same way, Until I tried those forbidden high-waisted pants. And now it’s SO ON. High-waisted jeans in my 30’s people. They have changed my life. It’s literally like a comfortable corset. Case and point here. I tried on this shirt with medium/low rise jeans and it looks TERRIBLE. High-rise and voila I feel like a fancy celeb. Listen to me, like you’ve never listened before: get a pair, live your dreams.
We’d all agree that a t-shirt and jeans is a classic it girl look, but if you have a semi-corporate job, you probably feel a little too casual wearing a graphic tee to the office. But, you say, I love my tees and want to wear them always. Well, good news. Mixed with more “traditional” work pieces, t-shirts don’t have to be only for the weekend. This is one of my favorite tricks inspired by a stranger I saw in SF rocking an old Doors t-shirt in a full white pantsuit. (She was truly a style goddess.) Speaking of pants, it works to swap the skirt for high-waisted jeans too.
Hey friends! I’m Alaina, and I hope that we can get to know each other better on this blog, while talking about all our favorite things. I started writing because all I really want is for the things us gals do all the time – go to work, get dressed, eat meals, travel around, date, host family… to be a little more glam. And we’re not gonna sit around wait for that glamour to come to us by some miracle, we’re going to go out and get it for ourselves. Together! I’ll share my tricks and tips if you share yours.
As for my backstory, I’m basically the worst procrastinator. I do my best work minutes before deadline. This blog is no exception. I’ve owned this .com and talked about writing a blog for SIX years. Do you know all the crazy things that have happened to me in the last six years? I left New York City and moved to Chicago, met a cool guy who cooks me breakfast, got a small pomeranian named Roxie (more on her later), MARRIED that guy who cooks, and moved again to San Francisco. (I’m staying here now, moving makes me want to puke. Also there is a good cookie shop across the street where I frequently eat dinner. They only sell cookies. I could never leave it behind.) Back to my dog: You’ll probably see Roxie’s face show up now and then because I’m obsessed with her. I’ll try to be cool, but tell me if it’s too much and I’ll pump the brakes. So, should we do this? Let’s. Away we go!
(This is me and my husband at our rehearsal dinner, and me with Roxie loving life at Golden Gate park in SF!)