The Camel Coat

Things that I did and did not accomplish in 2016: DID: 1. Start blogging 2. Get CPA license 3. Remove wisdom teeth DID NOT: 1. Start investing 2. Get driver’s license 3. Buy a camel coat Though seemingly trivial, items #3 from both lists are the most significant in their category. I’ve been putting off getting my wisdom teeth removed for almost four years, proving that you can be 27 and still an awfully irresponsible adult. And since the winter began, I’ve browsed over 30 stores, both online and off, for that dang camel coat. Zara dropped the shoulders too…

Layering You Didn’t Even Know You Had

If you’re a bozo like me and often times choose style over basic human necessities such as warm and stable body temperatures, then I am pleased to announce I’ve uncovered a fall winter layering trick that will tickle your fancy! I always encourage leveraging the full utility of your closet, for as much of the year as you can. So when I was browsing through my vestiaire, shedding tears for the lighter jackets worn too seldom, a bing-bong went off in my head. Jean Jacket + Statement Coat = HIPSTER WARMTH. As any clothing obsessed maniac would do, I ripped…

The Grey Ribbed Rollneck

As I sit here reminiscing on Halloweens past, costumes adorned, parties made belligerent, I think to myself, God what happened to your youth!? Perhaps it’s because I am currently in Belgium and the American holiday isn’t as widely embraced here (or understood as an epic out-of-this-world excuse to rage for 48 hours straight), but this seems like the first year I didn’t really feel the same level of holiday energy that I used to. Please imagine Samuel L. Jackson’s voice as I say, “I’m getting too old for this shit”. Speaking of getting older, ahem – I mean aging like a…

3 Fall Essentials You Need

And just like that, we’ve hit the fall season like a young pup hits a screened-door. Caught off guard and slightly confused. You can deny it all you want, but temperatures are dropping and necklines are rising – it’s almost time to even put your aircon away, gasp. Trust me, I’m just as annoyed as you are. I only got a tan twice this summer: the first was during a 150 mile fundraising bike ride under the blaring sun, who gifted me the most direct and unmistakable farmer’s tan via our team jersey. I then spent the second opportunity trying…