This look makes me feel like Rosie the Riveter.

My dad used to have these two huge picture books of all the Saturday Evening Posts that Norman Rockwell illustrated; my sister and I used to love those books. We’d flip through them for hours, making up stories for the main subjects of the paintings, and then going through again to add details for backgrounds, and then start over. Normal Rockwell was such an incredible artist, capable of producing works that made you nostalgic for memories you’ve never made, and heartbroken for heartbreaks you’ve never had.

Seriously, the guy was so talented.

He paints young couples getting married, mothers preparing a Thanksgiving dinner, boys getting caught trespassing at a swimming pool, baseball tryouts, ticker tape parades, roadtrips. And they’re not glamorous, not all of them. There are sagged cheeks and dirty fingernails, fraying hems and loose teeth. But there’s such a grounded realism in them, and that’s what makes them special.

He painted Rosie the Riveter too.

She’s not your typical Rosie poster: she’s not tidied up, with red lipstick and pretty eyes; her face is grimy, she’s slouching her expression ambivalent. Oh, and she’s literally stomping on a copy of Mein Kampf.

I remember seeing that picture and thinking of latent capability. Rockwell’s Rosie isn’t pretty, that’s not her defining characteristic. She’s not overtly patriotic, or enthusiastic. She’s doing her job, doing it well, taking a break she more than deserves.

Fast forward a dozen years or so to All University Sing, Baylor’s huge production of 7-minute shows by different sororities and fraternitis. The one year I participated, our theme was WWII, and the girls in our acts played Rosies. We danced in the beginning with our beaus, then sent them off, traded our polka skirts for overalls and it was honestly one of my favorite college experiences.

So now here I am, a few years later, back in denim and denim and hair pulled back. I did add a red lip, because the Westinghouse poster does have its merits. Here’s to the first week of summer, to powerful women, and to white sneakers

roman holiday


I talked a month or so ago about my emotions (spoiler, I have a lot) on Breakfast at Tiffany’s, so it seems fitting that today we go back to my first Audrey Hepburn movie: Roman Holiday.

I remember watching this movie as a young girl, and being absolutely baffled that someone wouldn’t want to be a princess. And then not understanding why she had to go back. And of course, being enchanted by gelato and street markets and plazas and Rome. I actually went in to get my haircut, and remember holding the VHS tape while the hairdresser draped a giant apron over me, my sneakers dangling far above the footrest. “All off,” I told her, “I want it all off”; I was disappointed when she didn’t get my reference.

It’s such a lovely movie, full of a wistful sort of charm. 

This look was very much inspired by the outfit that Ann wears on her adventures throughout Rome, and I couldn’t be happier about it. You know I love a long skirt, and this high-waisted one is such a dream. Pair it with a sleeveless turtleneck, because I am nothing if not a creature of habit, and some sandals, and a belt and voila—I’m ready for a vespa ride with Gregory Peck.

boat shorts


Because boat shoes, you’ve seen. But these cute lil shorts have sailboats on them!! Outside of the blog, I don’t have much of a reason to wear shorts (they’re plenty modest, but not work appropriate lol), but when I saw this Ralph Lauren pair, I just couldn’t resist. Navy? Check. High waisted? Check. White, sketched pattern? Check. Somehow nautical without being trite? Check. Seriously, y’all what more could I want in a pair of shorts?? 

And if you’ve been watching my insta stories lately, you’ve probably noticed a trend: sleeveless turtlenecks. To be totally candid, I don’t know if they’re actually back in vogue, but y’all they are my summer top of choice. Professional enough for work, yet fun enough to take you outside for an afternoon of sunshine—AND no sleeve tanline. What a win. As I’m writing this, it has JUST occurred to me that there are people everywhere, who are into the whole cold-shoulder trend, who will inevitably fall asleep in the sun and wake up with a seriously epic tan line…what a world it is, in which we live. Is that enough to incentivize me who try out the trend? Lol, no. If you need me, I’ll be over here, stuck in fashion yesteryear, happy with my dated colors and sailboat shorts. 


so taylor was my grade school friend, then my baylor friend, and now my post-grad friend, and it really is crazy that we’ve known each other that long! we’ve been through hundreds of art classes (i tried the math out, and it’s actually more than 500, which is unbelievable) (at which point, i wised up and stopped sitting next to the future graphic designer extraordinaire), filmed two embarrassing history projects (pretty sure we got A’s on both? sympathy may very well have played a factor), ran the baylor line in floyd casey (rip), discovered guerilla troupe, and so many more fun things together, so when she was out in my neck of the woods for a friend’s graduation, i had to steal her for the day to explore one of my favorite areas of dallas: lower greeneville. she fit right in with the hipster/eclectic vibes of the neighborhood, and we knew it was meant to be when the pretty storefront we stopped to take pictures of was actually a records store. as always, i asked her the same questions as i do everyone in this segment, and, as always, it’s so fun to see my friends express their style on paper as well as in the pictures we take!!


What are you most excited for about summer?
I am most excited for undeniable beach-going weather and surfing. Let’s be real though, is their really ever not a time to do that in San Diego? (the answer is generally no)
Least excited to leave behind in spring?
I will definitely miss all the wild flowers and the green-ness  we had this spring! San Diego has been the greenest it has been in years due to our large amount of rainfall!
Favorite dessert?
Without a doubt, ICECREAM. I prefer cookie dough or chocolate but I am open to pretty much any flavor.
Describe your style in 3 words.
Girly-tomboy, Socal (Southern California), Chrisy would say hipster but hipsters can’t say they are hipster soooo… eclectic?
Who are some of your fashion inspirations?
I would have to say for starters definitely Chrisy. (I wish I had every pair of her shorts) Then I would say Amanda Faye. She is a vlogger on youtube who recently became a mom and has a cool California indie style that I really dig. Is it weird that my 3rd one is a guy? Call me crazy but I love the simplicity/carefree feel of guy’s styles. Cody Simpson inspires mainly my style in accessories. I love his rings, his suede hat, pointy-toed oxfords and I would steal his jean jackets any day.
For each of the following, pick what you’d do if you could only wear one of these for the next year: (1) color (2) silhouette (3)type of shoe (4) pattern. 
1. Turquoise(it’s my favorite color)
2. A-line
3. pointy-toed oxfords (my Sam Edelman ones preferably)
4. plaid
If first impressions are last impressions, what would you hope people would think of you, from the way you dress?
I love this quote by Steve Woodward that says “style means confidence in what you choose to surround yourself with.” I hope the way I dress says everything about who I am and what I value. I would like people to think of me as a loving, joyful, passionate, confident and creative person who not afraid to take risks and truly cares for others.
Any other wisdom for the people? 🙂 
Never let the fear of imperfection keep you from producing work. Get your ideas out there because worrying too much about things not being perfect can hinder your creativity and productivity. You have dreams and aspirations right?! Stop talking about them and go after them. Take action. Even if that means working on weekends, late nights, lunch breaks, etc. A good idea is only as successful as it’s execution. There are going to be people out there who will doubt you will reach your goals; prove them wrong. Don’t worry too much about the journey because “worry is just a misuse of imagination”- Harris III


Today’s post isn’t anything too fancy, just some pictures I took with my iPhone and some quick thoughts.

Some of you might know that I listen to Christmas music throughout the year.

And it’s not necessarily because I think we need Christmas cheer year round (although tbh look around; we definitely do), it’s just there’s so much quality music that gets relegated to the month after Thanksgiving and before New Year, and that’s kind of sad. I did a Christmas playlist post (here!) last year, and today I’m in major focus-mode at work, so the Christian Christmas one is on repeat. There’s something so soothing about it, and paired with the rainy gloom outside, it’s making me especially contemplative.

This one by Gungor is especially pretty:

Oh Light, God and man entwine, of earth and of divine, Holy night.
Oh Light, mending fractured earth, the soul now felt its worth, holy night.
Hallelujah, God is with us; Hallelujah, a Light has come.
Hallelujah, Holy God is with us; love is always born within.
Hallelujah, Light will chase and find us; Love is facing us again.

It borrows a phrase from O Holy Night, the one about the soul feeling it’s worth. Worth not comprised of performance or capabilities, of works or of records, but real worth. Worth because God is with us, chasing us, finding us, facing us.

Have you let your heart rest in grace recently?

Have you released yourself from the striving for status, from the mold you feel you’re supposed to fit, from expectations? Have you remembered that you are loved by Holy—Creator, Sovereign, Healer, Holder—God? Have you let go of the vision you have for your life, in favor of the truth that your strength isn’t in your performance, but in something much much more? Have you released your idea of perfection and clung to sweet Jesus instead?

At Christmas, we make a big deal out of Baby Jesus, humbling Himself to be born as a man, into our sinful world. At Easter, we reflect on the death and resurrection of the saving Christ, by whose stripes we are healed. But there’s 10 more months out of the year, friends, and Jesus lived 33 years between those two moments.

There were miracles, yes. Water became wine, eyes that saw nothing saw the face of God, feet that were lame danced for joy, children that slept were given again to their parents, alive again. Little meals fed thousands, and the Word of God reached just as many, and more. But more than Christ’s ministry, more than His miracles, He walked this earth with a human heart that beat just like yours and mine.

And that mightn’t sound like much, but what if I told you that there wasn’t a burden you bear that Christ didn’t carry? There’s not an ache He hasn’t felt, a tear He hasn’t cried, a wound He hasn’t endured. And not just as an empathetic figure, but as God who became man, to carry you.

That is your worth.

A child of God, free from expectations placed on her by the world, and called to a life that’s more than the job she holds, the car she drives, the sweater she wears. Beloved, understood, treasured. Redeemed, cherished, held. Worthy.