a Taylored Approach
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9/6/2017 Find YouWell, you're welcome. You're about to be privy-ed to snaps of mini TC and I swear there's a point to this post. Just hang with me at the Approach for a few. It's amazing looking at how you remain unchanged in photos which are probably nearly 30 years old. Sure you grow older, bigger and taller (well kind of in my case) but what makes me nostalgic is that sassy personality I had as a child. She's slowly making a comeback in my 30's as my 20's were spent being timid and afraid of everything, except maybe shopping and using a credit card. Afraid to say the wrong thing, make a wrong move, of what people would think (personal life speaking here) and if I would steer someone away by speaking up for myself. And while I still have moments of that shy self, there are times I light up and realize that fiery girl below has been with me all along and she's an even more stellar version in present day. What I love about these pictures is you can tell exactly how I am feeling in each of the moments and funnily enough, the one I am most comfortable in is with my wine glass, of course, head to toe in neon pink. I missed the memo on how to wear a visor and think it was taken after golf camp. My dad persevered and put me in every summer for me to always tell him I did not need to practice because baby Tay was such a fantastic golfer. And then there's the two pictures on the right where I am with 1) an animal and 2) Santa. I love a good puppy cuddle but feeding goats at Happy Hollow was traumatizing. Instead of individually handing pellets to what I wrongly called ponies, I shoved the entire batch at them just to be done. It's clear by my face I'd rather looking for another striped tee. Not much has changed. The blue velvet dress photo complete with a Blair Waldorf inspired headband is also an interesting capture of visiting Santa Claus at SJCC. If you have been to any type of sporting event with me, you already know this fun fact... I am terrified of Mascots. Embarrassing, I know. I vividly remember sitting at a Spring Training game and someone dressed as a baseball would wander the stands. Every time he came toward me, I had to move in fear that I would be attacked (well hugged) and it was just too much for me. I could have used a few cans of bubbly rose that day. The point of the photo... my arms are crossed; the don't touch me signal which is kind of like my adult self today. It's on my terms and on my time, I'll let you in. Just a few of the things that don't leave you. Find you. A song I heard on the bus ride home yesterday. I spent part of the long weekend looking through old photos I captured way back when I first moved to San Francisco. This year has been the high of my photography obsession and what I observed traveling back a few years is that I had an eye. I have an eye. Something that also doesn't leave you or so I really believe now. From photos to my first apartment, which was only a block away, to snaps of an outfit and of course, my true love the Palace, I've been able to capture a decent image with a bit of ease. As I come down from the one too many birthday dirty martini's, the final realization when people have the opportunity to celebrate you. You understand how well people know you, sometimes even better than you know yourself. I borrowed that line from Carrie Bradshaw. From the flamingo snow globe I gushed about a few posts ago, to what turned out to be one of the best gift bags I have ever received, (hint it's Louis inspired), it's the little things that may not amount to much monetarily but that leave a lasting impression with you.
To those little treats you find as it's already Wednesday, thanks for reading. I am headed to LA tomorrow for a much needed girl's weekend with a fellow fashionista. Trendy restaurants check. Photo ops check. Outfit planning. You'll find me arranging all of these moments on my palm print couch. Stay tuned for more snaps as I continue the search to outdo that sequin Palm Springs moment. xoxo, TC 9/1/2017 Farewell 32Instead of tucking my thoughts away in a palm print notebook, the approach is having a "Dear Diary" moment. This past year was full of both personal and professional achievements, even funny and cheeky (my new favorite word) realizations. As someone who is extremely hard on herself, thanks to the major Virgo perfectionist bones in my body, I've decided it's time to give TC a pat on the back for life wins, no matter the size. The thoughts were flowing visiting my favorite backyard spectacle, the Palace sparkled! As I reflect on 32, you've been good to me.
I got promoted. I was maid of honor in my sister's beautiful wedding. I threw self doubt out the window (well, at the office). I developed a strong patience, especially when I want something. My obsession with the Palace of Fine Arts reached an all time high. I had a catch you off guard in a great way kinda kiss. Thanks to that sequin jacket in Palm Springs, I learned that although Blanche is my style spirit animal, all along Sally Albright has been my inner love guru who happens to have hairspray handy in her car and orders Bloody Mary mix on airplanes. She's my kinda gal. I realized sometimes in life, you leave things up to timing. You can't always be a planner. My studio office vision became a reality. I started a blog and found my voice. To the beginning of 33, let's do this. Color Factory. Museum of Ice Cream. The countdown begins. Outfit and iconic photo moments, TBD. But for now, I'll leave you with a sequin sleeve. 8/24/2017 Most GirlsI have been deep in thought lately about life, my career (shocking) and where I am in my personal journey of self love. As I sit in my baby millennial pink chair, sipping on a mini can of babe rose, I am feeling thankful. And even though I am still hard on TC (thanks to the Virgo in me), I have tried to let things go that would have plagued me a decade ago. Easier said that done as it used to take my mind days to let something go, I call it a win when it's just a few hours but hey, improvement nonetheless. Whether it was a mistake at work, a DIY project that didn't turn out exactly the way I had pictured or not taking advantage of a moment for the small spontaneous bone in me to be revealed, there are a few things I would like to tell my twenty something self, who thought moments in life would just fall into her lap or was too timid to make a move. My dad shared a list of guy winners and losers 15 years ago (post here) and I thought I would give that tan and blondie AZ babe of the past a few pieces of advice on being a winner in boss lady life, from the office of TC which has had a bit of a makeover. 1. Surround yourself with people who you make you fearless. 2. Trust your instinct. Leave doubt at the front door. 3. Take a moment to acknowledge what you have achieved. 4. Trust the timing of your life. Remember, a wise man taught you, Happenstance. Get a dictionary. 5. Never let go of the friends who've seen you at your best and worst. As you get older, you'll have good radar when bringing new ones into your circle. 6. It's ok to want to have a moment or night alone. A day in your pajamas to watch fashionable movies or Harry Met Sally on repeat is totally acceptable. The only requirement, a glass of bubbly and maybe some green eggs. 7. Never lose that sparkle of letting your inner old lady shine. In a funny way, it'll keep your spirit youthful and bring out your less serious side. 8. Stop worrying. The 30 minutes you spend spinning on something is 30 minutes way too long. 9. When you can't find the words, actions speak volumes. Your eyes say a lot more than you think. 10. The guy who can't embrace your gold birds, love of fur and palm print isn't the one for you. And alas, tonight's blog title, a song I have come to love the lyrics so I'll leave you with a few... You know some days you feel so good in your own skin 'cause you look greatest when you feel like a damn queen. We're all just trying to win at life. Most girls are smart and strong and beautiful. Most girls, work hard, go far, we are unstoppable. Most girls, our fight to make every day. No two are the same. I wanna be like, I wanna be like, most girls...
To those girls and even those guys that shape who you are and where you are in your life. Trust the timing, live in the moment and have that extra martini, of course, with blue cheese olives. |