a Taylored Approach
I have all sorts of warm and fuzzies happening in my heart after a weekend away in San Diego. Not only was it was my baby sister's Bachelorette but I took advantage of spending time with a fellow girl boss, empire dreamer and creator.
It's funny how you have an immediate instinct about people. Somehow as I have creeped into my early 30's, I am a whole lot better at detecting good souls and genuine connections. My gal pal, Girl About Town, as some of you might know her, is one of those gems I crossed paths with in my career. It was an instant yes. I need to surround myself with this fellow girl boss goal seeker. I'm convinced it's my past life working in stores that has connected me to souls with amazing work ethic and hearts of gold. She is no exception and created an Insta-Itinerary dream of a few days. Not only that but her home is decked with palm print and a bar cart that is swoon-worthy. It's no surprise we were instantly friends.
So what does it mean to Party Like A Pineapple? That's just it. I discovered it this weekend being surrounded by such sweet girls celebrating my bride-to-be sister. It's being unapologetic for who you are, laughing until you cry and going for it. Not pictured, the flash dance pose my sister struck under this photo op dream. I hope to have enough confidence and zero cares in the world to hit a move like that. And secretly, I want to find a place in my future home for this backdrop to live all the time. But until then, I'll keep reaching for that pineapple party spirit.
Go after it... it's contagious.
This post is dedicated to all the ladies in the place with style & grace.
I have a confession and it's probably pretty obvious from my last post... I love millennial pink.
I've been super into this hue lately and I seem to find myself stumbling upon it everywhere... pink doors (ok you caught me, I'm actively looking for those), office supplies, restaurant tables; you name it, I'm drawn to it. This obsession feels appropriate for summer and I can't stay away. I'm currently eyeing this letter board which has no business fitting in my studio apartment so I am flirting with the idea of displaying her on my desk @ Gap HQ. The fun will be changing out the letters for a slogan of the week. This week's lettered motto is a tough choice; Get Shit Done or Rose Me Please.
When I found out I would be traveling to New York for work, I instantly knew I had to take advantage of this adorable gem on Elizabeth Street. It was the perfect start to a quick 24 hours with one of my besties who recently traded her SF zip code for that of the Upper West Side. It was easy to convince her to stop by this pink heaven for a quick bev before our dinner reservations at ABC Kitchen.
Pietro Nolita is Barbie's dream house in adult life. And you guessed it, if I could live in this miniature pink heaven, I totally would. I admit I cheated on Leo's Oyster Bar but I've allowed myself to have a few bicoastal loves. Shhh, don't tell my palm print boyfriend. The petite staircase at Pietro takes you into this bite size pink palace, where everything is covered in this happy shade and even better, the motto, (mom, excuse my language), Pink as Fuck is pure genius. According to Pietro, who we ended up meeting outside as we were leaving, that slogan is all the rage in Italy. I haven't been but I am determined to find out if this is true. Naturally, I had to steal some of the napkins to add to my bar cart.
I was feeling pretty in pink after a long week of visiting stores from Manhattan to Harlem to Queen's, so was thrilled when it was go time choosing an outfit, I decided to don a floral Top Shop blouse with my favorite Madewell ripped skinnies. These have become painted on my bod lately as they are oh so comfy and make me feel like I am 5'7, which for most of you that know me, is a very funny dream. I blend in so nicely don't you think! I threw on my favorite Vanessa Mooney choker and my recent Alexander Wang studded splurge. I was ready to roll in that millennial pink madness.
Hope the start of your summer is filled with something just as cheeky to offset those sometimes long days at the office. I'm off for a Marina jaunt. Cue the song which my NYC gal has deemed the #songofthesummer. That Carly Rae and Cut to the Feeling... you put a spring in my step.
Until next time,
TC & my approach
It all started with a love connection thanks to ASOS. The meet cute, where you are snooping online and all of a sudden a beaded goddess catches your eye. You know it's totally not appropriate for your life in San Francisco but if you don't snatch her up, you'll regret the moment she was meant for. Totally like online dating, as my mom would say, you shop around! If only that was as easy as clicking checkout but back to the story of how an epic moment in my little top knot head became a reality.
It was a quick two days before the sequin dream arrived at my doorstep and to say I was ecstatic is an understatement. Little did I know this thing weighed 5 pounds. Let's be honest, it was meant for a leggy 5'8 gal but I threw the silver glitter babe on and my 5'2 frame thought who cares, I can rock it. The 85 year old secretly living inside my heart was thrilled. People tend to tell me I am an old soul and for this story, it couldn't be more true. Enter Blanche, who by the way, I had no idea about until this trip but quickly got to know through a few episodes of Golden Girls yesterday. She is my style spirit animal. The night before as I was packing for Palm Springs, part of me was like ok TC, do you really need to lug this all the way to the desert? Baby Blanche screamed inside that it has to happen. Desert sequins have to meet the Pink Door. So there you go. This crazy photo op dream was born.
Our last morning in Palm Springs was a toasty one! We decided to rent Beach Cruisers and venture to the neighborhood of the cutest colored doors. The old lady in me, heck my 32 year old self, would love to have a place here someday to escape. We met an adorable old man walking the neighborhood who was giving us advice on where to buy and totally played along because well, a girl can dream when she is living in a 500 sq ft. room. I can't wait for the day when I can have a front door where photo ops like these are made. Maybe it's time to do my research using an episode of House Hunters as the other must haves besides an amazing front door is the most perfectly manicured lawn and palms.
It's a total lie that the bike ride was a smooth 3/4 of a mile jaunt to 1100 E. Sierra Way. I had not been on a bike in probably 20 years and was terrified. It was one of those things where the less you try, the better you are so just go with it. I wore my sequin jacket for the first 5 minutes in the 100 degree heat, just enough to surprisingly get a few honks from drivers down Palm Canyon but luckily the basket was there to hold the beaded babe and my Ark bag who came along for the ride. Ironically, a cute little lady driving by the pink door ended up sharing her adoration for my jacket. So to say that I am secretly an old bitty inside a city girl is eerily true.
I've only visited #thatPinkDoor once before and this time was no different. It looks exactly the same except the silver sequin situation was able to join for the party. I tend to get a little cranky when I am hot, luckily hot yoga has curbed that a little bit but I had to update the hair to a mini topknot which worked out great for the photo. You know you have true friends when they are patient and don't laugh when you pack a huge sequin thing for a 5 minute opportunity in a 3 day trip. I was so appreciative for these gals and their photog abilities.
I mentioned to someone I was brave for riding a bike to the pink door but actually, it was being fearless enough to get close to this door that was the ambitious part. I underestimated how tall the pink beauty is or maybe it's not realizing how short I am. Seeing these photos I may need to consider living life in 4 inch heels daily but nonetheless, this was the moment I dreamed of.
Just a few doorsteps down are a pair of party lions. Another must have to add to the Palm Springs home criteria search; wild felines. My fondest furniture memory of my dear grandma ML was a long bench with mahogany arms that ended with lion heads so you could say I am a bit partial. The owners change out their accessories, another Tay dream. When I first met the pair of kitties, they had cupcake floaties and this visit, yellow and pink inter tubes; the perfect colors to complement my jacket.
This bike tour was more than I could have imagined. Sequin glistening aside, it was full of laughs and we had the iconic bike scene from the movie Now & Then in our heads. All we needed to do was break into song. The last moment for our trip send off was to thank the desert skies, hence my little arms stretching to the palm trees in the middle of Sierra Way.
If you made it through this sequin filled post, thank you! I hope I told a story that inspired you to take advantage of little photo ops in life straight from the girl who is really timid in front of a camera.
To those girls with granny souls... "Let go. Jump in. What are you waiting for?"