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Wardrobe Basics | 10 Favorites for Spring15

Posted on: Monday, April 27, 2015


Your closet has seen trends come and go, but the basics - your perfectly worn-in blue jeans, comfortable lived in white tee, and go-to nude flats - are forever. You can rest assured that these key pieces will never go out of style or lose their street-chic appeal. Simply put: great basics are the building blocks to a perfect wardrobe. So whether you’re looking to start over or simply wish to update an old favorite, consider these top 10 pieces that are on my list!

I was in San Diego last week for work to shop and research the market. One of the big trends in 2015 is called Streamline. It's a sophisticated minimalist approach to design. Simple silhouettes, modern and relaxed with of course, an athletic attitude. Athleisure is everywhere and doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. That's okay because it's hard not to love that comfortable yet slick aesthetic. 

Dress up, dress down

Posted on: Friday, March 27, 2015

Button up : Madewell
Necklace : Madewell
Pants : Urban Outfitters
Heels : Fiel (old)
Denim Jacket : Levi's
High tops : Converse

I'm in a book club, it's great I love the girls in the group and all 3 out of 24 books we've read! The other 21 books were great too, I bet, but I wouldn't know because I never read them. Anyone else a part of a book club just for the wine, good food and great gossip? Once or twice a year we'll opt to meet out for drinks instead of one of our houses and it's mostly been the Heathman. Do you know where this is going? Or am I getting... grey?  hint hint!  PS... The Fox Tower serves wine/beer during movies. They even had a signature 50 Shades of Grey vino if you're really into it?

This post was inspired by this book club outing. I have high aspirations of wearing heels, blouses and layered jewelry but reality is I just want to be comfortable. At the end of the day I want to be able to run in the house, grab a mini lady and not worry about their excessive drool, massive blowout or throw up getting on me. I mean, it's these things that really keep the bond between mother and child extra tight. These pants I found at Urban Outfitters (which are now on sale) made it easy to go either way and still feel pulled together.

On another note. I cut my hair into a lob. Need an introduction? Meet long bob. Long bob is a bob cut but longer in length.  Documentation of this cut with this color was necessary because in T minus 90 minutes this lob is going an all over platinum.

Portland, enjoy this amazing sprummer weekend. Get it, summer weather but it's spring, sprummer? no?

Macie & Marlowe | A half birthday

Posted on: Tuesday, March 24, 2015


A couple of weeks ago Portland had a 70 degree weekend in March. It was one of those Saturdays where you tip-toe over every project and chore going on in your winter cabin to seek outdoor seating for taco's and beers. Jeff and I have kind of mastered at doing this with the girls when the weather allows. The special part about this particular day wasn't the weather, it was the lovely couple we met who had 3 week old twins themselves. They looked just as happy as they did completely scared, sitting there with their sleeping soldiers. They wanted to know everything, "start from the beginning" she said, as if we were the ones who knew what we were doing. But we have 6 month olds now, we're professionals for God's sake, surely we had something to share. So we sat and shared stories of our successes and failures one at a time over well, taco's and beer. She apologized for not being able to hold a good conversation, she was foggy brained and couldn't focus herself to talk about anything but baby. It was at that moment that I realized how much time had past, I remember that bubble so well. My father past away three days before the arrival of our girls. The most angelic lives handed to us to care for just days after losing the man that taught me how to love. Everyday since has been the most challenging and life changing days of my entire life, and still continue to be.

To all those new moms out there, when times get tough just remember this poem. It's such a beautiful reminder of how easy it is to let life slip through our hands. Cherish every moment:

The Last Time
From the moment you hold your baby in your arms,
you will never be the same.
You might long for the person you were before,
When you have freedom and time,
And nothing in particular to worry about.

You will know tiredness like you never knew it before,
And days will run into days that are exactly the same,
Full of feedings and burping,
Nappy changes and crying,
Whining and fighting,
Naps or a lack of naps,
It might seem like a never-ending cycle.

But don’t forget …
There is a last time for everything.
There will come a time when you will feed
your baby for the very last time.
They will fall asleep on you after a long day
And it will be the last time you ever hold your sleeping child.

One day you will carry them on your hip then set them down,
And never pick them up that way again.
You will scrub their hair in the bath one night
And from that day on they will want to bathe alone.
They will hold your hand to cross the road,
Then never reach for it again.
They will creep into your room at midnight for cuddles,
And it will be the last night you ever wake to this.

One afternoon you will sing “the wheels on the bus”
and do all the actions,
Then never sing them that song again.
They will kiss you goodbye at the school gate,
The next day they will ask to walk to the gate alone.
You will read a final bedtime story and wipe your last dirty face.
They will run to you with arms raised for the very last time.

The thing is, you won’t even know it’s the last time
Until there are no more times.
And even then, it will take you a while to realize.

So while you are living in these times,
remember there are only so many of them
and when they are gone, you will yearn for just one more day of them.
For one last time.
-Author Unknown-

I couldn't love anything more than I do you two, Macie and Marlowe. Happy half birthday.

Color of the Year | Marsala

Posted on: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

eleven // Aritzia pant


MARSALA PANTONE 18-1438 
Being that it's already March and I'm just addressing this years Pantone color of the year might be a giveaway that I'm underwhelmed by their choosing. 2012's Pantone color was Tangerine Tango but it really should have been Oxblood (click here for a previous post). The market was flooded with this shade, almost to the point where it was the only hue you could buy an item in. It was 2012's black. I do think this new earthy, elegant shade will translate well to fashion, beauty and interiors so it'll be fun to see how it's used this time around. 
So of course I have put together a little collection of items for your peepers that suggests this colorway is on it's way in. So far the hue is being played much deeper then the Pantone shade so I'm excited to see how it will be used as the seasons progress. 

Macie & Marlowe | A nursery reveal

Posted on: Friday, March 06, 2015



Items in room:
Ikea Tarva dresser
Babyletto Hudson Crib
Half Moon wallpaper
Half Moon laundry basket

I had the best time designing our nursery. Newborn babies enjoy staring at patterns, and black-and-white images are one such pattern that seem to interest them the most. I have always admired Danish design so when I found this black and white Half Moon wallpaper on Ferm Living I knew it would make an excellent backdrop in our nursery.  I purchased two rolls before moving in to our new house and installed it the night we were given our keys. The beautiful thing about this room is the collection of art on the walls from our friends. My two best friends who hosted my baby shower made us colorful felt ball mobile's, garlands and a wood plaque among other pieces we were so lucky to receive from others. I've since carried this black and white theme into the girls bathroom to be revealed soon and are busy prepping for a very large main floor remodel starting next month.

Jeff and I have been blessed with the opportunity to stay home with our girls for the first 5 months of their life. Starting last week we had a nanny join our family caring for our girls two days a week and grandma (Jeff's mom) one day. It's been one month since I returned back to work and I have to say, I've enjoyed every minute. I design apparel for Columbia Sportswear and there's only about 6 weeks of actual designing within a season. I happened to return the week the styles were handed out and just wrapped up final designs this week so that's made the return enjoyable. I'm also looking forward to less stressful workdays, just in time to mix things up at home. Dust and babies, this should be interesting.

Hey cool, it's a blog post

Posted on: Sunday, January 04, 2015

Blouse : J.Crew
Skirt : Mango
Boots : Solestruck

Well, where do I start?  
...Merry Christmas!
...Happy New Year!?! 
...I head back to work in 1 month! (Can you feel my pounding heart?)

Last year we were living in a tight space in NE Portland with our 2 dogs. I would have never guessed that within twelve months we'd double the size of our human family and be cozied up in a spacious MCM in NW. It was a good year to farewell. I'd re-live 2014 over and over again.

I remember crying over every growth spurt my girls had but have quickly realized that every step only gets better. Important milestones: I can finally get through "You Are My Sunshine" without crying. Around 2 months old they told me that they loved me, with their eyes. Open mouth kisses are the only kind of kisses. And Marlowe, she's a couple weeks shy of losing the nick name "Bob Burns". "Bob" for the exaggerated head bobbing that's given almost every Marlowe snuggler a fat lip, and "Burns" for her impressive resemblance to Mr. Burns from the Simpsons.

This post is a jumpstart to getting back into my creative flow. I enjoy this space to keep connected to myself, the creative culture in Portland and to chronicle life's important pieces and tid bits. I have found a goal to set for myself going into 2015 and I think it's something important. Too often people forget that some of life's greatest moments are the not-so-pretty ones. They're not as fuzzy, or beautiful, or well... Perfect. Social media has allowed people to create fictional, unattainable lives that are rarely displayed in their natural light. I'm not planning on exposing myself to you all without makeup on (holy shit) or getting dark and depressing. But, to just be realistic. 

Macie & Marlowe: A birth story

Posted on: Monday, November 24, 2014

It's been awhile since I've posted. It took a couple months to get adjusted to these bitty babettes and being a new mommy but we're doing it. I mean, we get dressed sometimes.  

I remember feeling as if I were going to be pregnant forever. Tuesday September 23rd, I was going into the hospital to be induced and the doctor was going to send me home and tell me that the girls would need to be in the womb indefinitely. The morning of induction day I sat in our kitchen window, hair done and makeup on, surfing the internet shopping for outfits I may one day get to wear again. It seemed like days waiting for the noon o'clock check-in hour.  
Jeff and I arrived at the hospital and were escorted to our room. We sat down in the corner together just the two of us in total silence. Neither of us had to say anything and knew exactly what the other was thinking. We were about to meet the babies we'd waited to meet for years.

The day was casual, Jeff set up the tv to stream movies and I got as cozy as I possibly couldn't on the hospital bed. The nurse was sweet and funny and put up with every bit of my fussing over the IV in my arm. After we settled in the nurse started the induction process. And then we waited, for hours, visiting with family and watching babies heart rates. This process replayed itself two more times. Ten hours of waiting and I was still dilated at a 0. I'd eaten dinner and done just about everything I could to keep myself from ripping the itchy straps off my stomach, IV out of my arm and waddle home screaming "I knew that I wouldn't get to meet them yet". The nurse was allowed to give it one more shot before she had to put a call into the doctor for more extreme measures, then BAM! I went from lying on my back in total boredom to bouncing on a medicine ball with a trash can next to me because I was going to lose the turkey dinner i'd eaten just before. I had extreme low back labor, Jeff used hot pads to push on my low back during each contraction. This lasted about 45 minutes until I was finally dilated to a 4, and the epidural was ordered. I was ecstatic that we made progress and trembling, literally. I'd never had shakes like that in my entire life. Once the epidural kicked in I was in better shape then when I walked in. I was able to relax in bed and look Jeff in the face. I told him to get into the diaper bag, I had a card for him. I wanted him to know how amazing he'd been throughout the entire pregnancy. I was so thankful to be pain free and to enjoy what was ahead. The nurse advised us to try and sleep, so we did.

It's time! The nurse popped in 45 minutes later to check my cervix and Macie had crowned. I had no idea! Because I was pregnant with twins, delivering in the operating room was mandatory. There was a 40% chance that I'd have to have a C-section on baby B if she flipped after baby A delivered naturally. My shakes returned when they wheeled me in the OR but they were worse; I was terrified. The room was bright white, almost blinding at first. I was introduced to two doctors and observed the eye's of nurses everywhere as most were covered from head to toe. The nurse I'd had for the last 9 hours was by my side and felt like my best friend. I remember thinking I wanted to grab drinks with her when I was normal again. She coached me through every push and put Jeff in the passenger seat. After 45 minutes of pushing in absolute pain free peace, Macie was born at 3am, 5.5 lbs. Jeff and I couldn't stop staring at her as she lay on my chest. Baby B (Marlowe) had flipped and they were struggling to get her positioned. fortunately after 11 minutes of minor panic and heavy pushing, Marlowe was born at 3:11am, 4.12 lbs.

Our little family spent the next four days living inside the sweetest and mushiest happy little bubble of our own at the hospital. It felt as if there was no world outside of it. It was scary, exciting and extremely difficult and I'd do it all over again just to experience it one more time. Jeff and I have been together for 12 years and have never been as close as we are now. 
Below I share some pictures to our story.



8 days old.


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