• March 2013 Archive •

Black, White & Blue with a Bun On Top

Happy Good Friday!  It’s actually a great Friday if you’re my brother because you aren’t in jail.  I literally got a text from my mom last night that said, “Priscilla! Your brother almost got arrested for breaking into my house.”  So here’s the scoop.

My mom asked my brother to go to her house, which is where he presently lives, to let the dog out since she wouldn’t be home until late.  Naturally my brother didn’t have his keys so he thought it would be a good idea to pull into her development in a friend’s car that nobody recognizes and enter the townhouse by climbing through the front window.

A neighbor saw what was going on and immediately called the police.  As Andrew and his friend were leaving the development, they were surrounded by police officers, commanded out of the car with their hands up, frisked and accused of breaking into my mom’s house.  After contacting my mom and having her answer a series of questions confirming my brother’s identity and residency, Andrew was released.  I wish I had video of the entire confrontation because I can only imagine my brother’s reaction.

He has the strangest run-ins with law enforcement.  Like a few years back when we were traveling to the beach for family vacation and he was in the back seat waving my dog in the air to appear like Scottie was dancing to the music.  We got pulled over because a cop saw us and thought Andrew was on drugs.  They gave all of us the third degree, searched the vehicle, threatened to bring in the canines and insisted we admit Andrew was on some sort of narcotics.  It didn’t help that when they asked him who Chase was he responded in nervousness, “My father-in-law.”

Today’s Forever 21 Fashion Find was found last weekend during my quick shopping adventure with Megan.  We both purchased this outfit and it was so funny when we came out of the dressing room to show each other and we were wearing the same thing.  Chase asked me what type of pants these are and the only real answer I have is that they are beyond comfortable and look super adorable with high heels.  I decided that for a sleek black and white look only a sock bun would do.  Which, by the way, isn’t a sock at all.  It’s this nifty little tool I picked up at Claire’s (of all places!) that I encourage you to purchase if you haven’t mastered the Pinterest sock bun yet.

I have probably one of the most adorable weddings in store this weekend that I cannot wait to share with you.  Until then, I’m going to try and avoid the police and keep my fingers crossed that my brother does the same thing.  Enjoy your Easter friends!

 

xoxo, Priscilla
Modern Wedding at Flanders Art Gallery in Raleigh

Another week is upon us.  I hope you had a fabulous weekend and soaked up every minute of it.  If you read the blog on Friday, you’re aware I was headed to the mall to do some research for my Forever 21 Fashion Finds.  Let me tell you, I went on a shopping spree.  Not the kind where you blow lots of money.  The kind where you pick up your best friend thirty minutes late, try to shop on very limited time, wait in a never-ending line at the dressing room, practically throw your credit card at the cashier, scarf down Chick-fil-A in the car without napkins and show up twenty minutes late for your Saturday afternoon movie.

I greatly underestimate time.  I guess sometimes I think I have a spaceship that will transport me to and from places much faster than anyone else which clearly isn’t the case because we aren’t the Jetsons and it takes a required amount of time to get from Point A to Point B.  But I’m not just talking about underestimating ten or fifteen minutes here and there.  I’m sometimes hours off.  Just like on Friday when I was traveling back from Charlotte.  I realistically thought I’d be home at 7pm despite the fact I was traveling I-85 North, on a Friday, at rush hour.  I walked in the door at 9pm.  I hate being late and yet I usually am.  It’s a flaw I’m working on.

Despite the whirlwind adventure, it was perfect.  I actually found one of the most adorable outfits I’ve ever assembled, enjoyed a delightful movie and concluded the night at an intimate dinner with some really awesome people.  Speaking of awesome, I can’t wait for you to check out the pictures from Rhonda and Steven’s wedding from last year.  They took the road less taken.  Forget everything you know about rustic, vintage or Southern.  Their wedding was a mod event full of playful personal touches reflecting their quirky and unique style.

I assisted the couple from start to finish to bring to life their dream of a contemporary wedding built around a silver, fuchsia and white color scheme.  I was in love with the details like the triangle shaped place cards, rocket-themed programs and custom luminaries with the couple’s names.  And I mean, hello gorgeous blush wedding gown.  Flander’s Art Gallery was the perfect space to host the event and provided the opportunity to incorporate long rectangular tables as opposed to individual rounds.  CE Rental provided the stunning linens while Belle’s Catering kept the crowd fed with delicious cultural-infused cuisine.  Brides and Bouquets created low and modern centerpieces and luscious bouquets that were filled with fuchsia stems and accented with Lamb’s Ear.  My friend and amazingly talented Julie Livingston captured each detail and each moment exchanged by the couple.

From the Newlywed Game the couple played after dinner to the glow-stick dub step infused party, this wedding was the ideal reflection of the couple who had waited years to share this special day.  I’m so thankful they enlisted my help and gave me the opportunity to be creative and coordinate their outside of the norm wedding.

 

Ceremony Venue: Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Raleigh

Reception Venue: Flanders Art Gallery

Photographer: Julie Livingston Photography

Caterer: Belle’s Catering

Florist: Brides & Bouquets

Linens: CE Rental

 

 

xoxo, Priscilla
Free Spirited Tribal Style

Happy Friday lovelies! I hope you have fabulous weekend plans ahead. If my weekend is filled with half as much happiness as today contained then my heart will be overflowing.

I spent last night in Hickory with my mom and decided to have lunch with my cousin Kristin today. We devised a plan to surprise her son at school with some Mickey D’s. I’m not joking when I say he’s my favorite. Kristin’s two kids are probably the only two kids on the planet that don’t annoy me. I wish you could have seen the expression on his face when he walked toward the cafeteria and saw the two of us standing there. He literally started shaking and jumping up and down. His grin couldn’t possibly have gotten any wider. I told myself to freeze that moment in my mind and keep it for a rainy day. None of the chaos of my week mattered when I saw that little boy’s face light up just by the sight of me. It was literally a happy meal.

The lunch date I had with Grant gave me a look into the life that could have been and goodness gracious did I make the right choice. I still can’t believe that at one point in time I thought I was going to be an elementary school teacher. The noise level in the cafeteria was the same as an outdoor summer concert. There were kids sneezing without covering their mouths. Kids pouring milk into their lunch trays. Kids licking ice cream wrappers. One girl raised her hand three times to go to the bathroom. And, I’m quite confident I was sitting next to a replica of Chase when he was a child. Instead of this boy eating his lunch, he made fart noises with his filthy hands glued to his mouth for the entire twenty-five minutes. I tried to tune out the madness going on around me and focus on Grant but it was difficult because I was fascinated watching how long one girl was going to stare at a strawberry on a fork that she held in front of her face.

I am kind of in love with the chambray shirt featured in today’s Forever 21 Fashion Find because of the cut-out shoulders. I paired it with some tribal inspired Harlem pants and a vintage-looking tank. To accessorize, I used tribal accents like the spike earring, giraffe ring and turquoise rock necklace. This outfit is so incredibly comfortable and yet stylish while you’re out shopping or having lunch. Take it from day to night by removing the flats and adding a pair of heels. Don’t forget your go-to leather jacket. It’s a must.

I’ll have you know that I’ll be spending tomorrow afternoon at Forever 21 doing some “research” for the blog. If you want some fashion advice, feel free to meet me there and I’ll gladly use you as a mannequin and style you from head to toe. I hope you have a fantastic weekend! Play with your food. Make some fart noises. Don’t sweat the small stuff kids. Maybe those 1st graders are onto something.

 

xoxo, Priscilla
Pinkscato Drink Recipe

Happy 1st Day of Spring!  I am so looking forward to shedding this winter white skin and infusing some color into my life.  March 20th not only represents the change of seasons but it is also the birthday for two of my dear friends.  Here’s to wishing Miss Carrie Marie and Mademoiselle Emily Johnston the happiest of days celebrating their birth!

I decided for this week’s edition of “What’s Cookin’ Wednesday” to incorporate a little mixology.  This decision was probably a direct result from the week I’ve had.  After Tuesday concluded, I needed a drink.  And not just some rinky dinky drink.  I wanted something sweet and fruity that would charm the edge off while leaving me with a giggly not-a-care-in-the-world buzz.  Let’s talk a bit about how I reached the need for an adult beverage, shall we?

As most of you know, my grandmother passed away last September.  She had been paralyzed for years and in order to transport her to and from her doctor’s appointments, she had a handicap van.  And not just any handicap van.  It was a 1986 retro Chevy van complete with orange shag carpet, old school radio dials and a wheelchair lift.  A week before my grandmother died, my brother totaled his car and was given the van until he could afford to get a new car.

I had never paid any attention to the van until Andrew suggested I use it to transport some items to a wedding I was working last fall.  Up until that point, I had been borrowing trucks and renting U-Hauls to move things to weddings which always cost me money and always took more time than expected.  Andrew had found a new car and the van was available for my undivided usage.  It was a life saver.  There was ample room, it was readily available and it certainly got attention while I cruised down the road.  Since Chase claims I like to walk on the verge of being weird, it honestly fit me perfectly.

There was only one minor problem with me owning the van.  I had nowhere to store it.  From the moment we moved into our neighborhood in 2008, Chase has complained about residents parking their cars on the street and not in their driveway.  By complain I mean pretty much every day as we have to swerve around a parked vehicle, he expresses his frustration.  And where do you think I parked the van?  You got it.  On the street right in front of our house.  I’m sure you can see where this is going.

The van became one of those control issues that we face as a married couple.  I saw it as a resource.  He saw it as an eyesore.  I saw it as a money saver and he saw it as a money pit.  He wanted it gone and I didn’t want him to tell me what to do.  After two months of having the van at our house, which I did use multiple times, I decided to implement the teachings of my therapist and have an adult conversation about the future of vehicle.  After some negotiation and promises, I decided I would sell the van and in the interim, I would park it at my office so it wouldn’t inflict such anger on Chase as he arrived home each night.

I arrived at my office on Monday night to pick up the van to move it and take it to be sold.  I was swinging the keys back and forth and had a little skip in my step until I reached the spot where I had parked it.  The van had vanished.  It wasn’t there.  I immediately assumed it had been towed by the Town of Wake Forest for improperly parking it so bright and early on Tuesday morning, I called the police to see if it had been towed.  This is an exact account of how I spent my day.

I called the police to be told they didn’t tow it and that I needed to check with who owned the public parking lot.  I called the Town of Wake Forest, who owns the parking lot, to be told they couldn’t tow it without the police.  I call the police back to inform them the town can’t tow without them only to be told the town can tow and I should check again.  I call the town to tell them they can have it towed only to be told they don’t “think” they had it towed.  I finally get a designated officer assigned to my case who does some research and finds out a local business owner had it towed.  However, because it was in a public lot, the business owner didn’t have the authority to do so. Only the police can tow from that lot.  The business owner claims the police told him to and the police say if they wanted it towed they would have towed it and wouldn’t have told the business owner to do so.  Of course the police officer who spoke with the business owner was off of work so my officer needed to wait to speak with that officer before releasing any other pertinent information.  As of Wednesday morning, I still have no idea where the van resides.

I’m not going to lie.  For a moment I was convinced it had been stolen.  And quite honestly, I felt relieved.  I was taking it as a sign that God had intervened and removed something that had been causing friction and unnecessary stress.  The only thing that really upset me was the fact my beach cruiser was inside and I envisioned some homeless dude in the park riding circles around the van on my turquoise bike giddy as could be.  Unfortunately, God thinks I’m capable of handling a little challenge so the van saga continues.  I feel like I’m Scooby Doo searching for the Mystery Machine.

As I doubt anyone else is searching for their handicap van, maybe you’re dealing with some sort of stress of your own this week.  Or perhaps you just want something refreshing to drink.  I whipped up this recipe, poured myself a glass, turned off every light in my house, lit candles and laid flat on the floor in complete quiet to find some sort of calm and to remind myself to let it come and let it go.  That was also my attempt to take the frustration toward Chase for making me move the van from the security of our home and redirect it internally in order to assume responsibility for being stubborn and not handling the van issue in January.  The combination of the alcohol and zen allowed me view this entire situation as comical and as a teaching tool for the future.

If you’re looking for a means of relaxation, you can use any brand of Moscato or Reisling to create this delicious beverage.  And yes, my nails match my straw.  Drink up buttercup.

Ingredients:

1 Bottle of Moscato or Reisling

1 Can of Pink Lemonade Concentrate

Splash of Sprite

Lemon and/or Raspberries for Garnish

 

Directions:

1.  Mix all of the ingredients together.  Serve.  Enjoy.  Forget about misplacing a van.

 

xoxo, Priscilla
Romantic Rustic Wedding at the Angus Barn in Raleigh

If you’re wondering what it looks like to have a heart that is bursting with compassion and love, I can show you.  If you want to know what a completely and utterly happy bride looks like on her wedding day, I’ve found her.  If you want to see what it looks like when a bride trusts her wedding planner to handle every detail so she can enjoy the day to the fullest, I’ve got a prime example.  Trish is beaming from the inside out in the pictures from her wedding.  And in order to beam from the inside out, you have to not only be beautiful physically but your heart has to be made of gold.  Trish and Jon are an amazing couple who waited five years for their wedding because they sacrificed their time and risked their lives to serve our country.  They are the definition of just genuinely good hearted people.

Trish originally reached out to me to help with weekend of coordination and design.  However, she was unexpectedly deployed in June and asked for me to step up and take the reigns on the entire planning process.  I worked closely with Jon and the family to bring to life a romantic yet rustic wedding at the Angus Barn in Raleigh.  I certainly didn’t work alone.  I enlisted the help from some of my favorite vendors to put together an unforgettable day full of personal details and touching moments.

Trish and Jon had already selected the Angus Barn as the setting to their reception and we literally couldn’t have ordered a more perfect March day.  I mean hello, it was 70 degrees.  The stunning flowers you see pictured below are from none other than my favorite, Gregg Kennedy with Brides & Bouquets.  The exquisite cake that had everyone talking was provided by Iriene Wang with Artylicious CakesHeart Stone Films captured the entire wedding on film and I cannot wait to see the video they put together highlighting the day.  And you see those pictures of Trish and Jon totally living it up, throwing their hands in the air and waving them around like they just don’t care with their closest 160 friends?  That’s because of Joe Bunn.  The man and the legend himself kept every warm body on the dance floor until the bittersweet end.

In addition to the photo booth provided by Shutterbooth, guests received personalized mason jar mugs filled with a stamped-canvas treat bag containing some of the couple’s favorite candies.  Those same mugs and treat bags served as the escort cards and to pull it together, I brought Melody from emdotzee aboard to design custom cards as well as all of the other wedding stationery.  Instead of a traditional guest book, guests signed bottles of wine that the couple will open on significant anniversaries.  As the sun set, guests could be found next to the firepit with s’mores in hand or playing corn hole on the custom boards.

Lastly, and certainly not least, the bubbly and charismatic Perry Vaile photographed the wedding from start to finish.  And let me just brag on her for a minute.  Not only are her pictures stunning but she sent them to me within two days of the wedding.  I can’t thank her enough for sending them so quickly and for being such a delight to work with.  I hope you enjoy her art as much as I do.

Trish and Jon deserved a perfect wedding and by my professional calculations, that’s exactly what transpired this past Saturday night.  From the minute Jamie Marsh arrived to do her hair and Patricia Love showed up to do her makeup to the moment she left with Jon through a sparkler exit, this bride had a smile plastered on her face.  I hope they are having the time of their lives in Thailand.  Are you as jealous as I am?

Ceremony Venue: St. Raphael’s Catholic Church

Reception Venue: Angus Barn

Photographer: Perry Vaile Photography

Videographer: Heart Stone Films

Florist: Bride & Bouquets

DJ: Joe Bunn DJ Company

Cake: Artylicious Cakes

Stationery: emdotzee Designs

Photo Booth: Shutterbooth

Transportation: Elite Coach

Hair: Jamie Marsh

Make Up: Perfection by Patricia

 

xoxo, Priscilla
Springtime Sherbet Color Blocking



It’s Friday ladies and gents!  The weekend is upon us.  We’re gearing up for an exciting one filled with weddings, weddings and more weddings.  This past week has been filled with stuffing in preparation.  Stuffing envelopes.  Stuffing welcome bags.  Stuffing favor bags.  Un-stuffing flip flops.  I’m stuffed.

I’m sure come Monday I’ll be begging for a manicure, pedicure and massage to recuperate from an exhausting yet exhilarating weekend even though my nails are freshly painted mint green and my body was pressed and stretched a week ago.

I spent the first part of last Friday at a local spa having a stranger named Fiona rub oils and lotions all over my naked body with her bare hands.  Here’s something I learned.  When the masseuse says she’s going to leave the room to let you get undressed and she’ll knock before she returns, you have a finite amount of time to de-clothe and get your exposed body back under the heated blanket.  Just as she said she would, she returned and knocked on the door to ask if it was safe to enter.  I imagine “Come in.” and “Hold on.” sound strangely similar and muffled from the other side of the door.  So a word to the wise, even if you say, “Hold on.” because you are stalling in order to take a picture for Instagram, the door will open and your masseuse will get a clear view of what’s she working with.  And let’s clarify.  I was taking a picture of the massage table for Instagram.  Not a selfie of my nudeness.  Although, I might gain a lot more followers if I considered switching that up.

Today’s Friday Forever 21 Fashion Find makes me want ice cream.  It’s like I took a dip into a sherbet pool.  I assembled this outfit beginning with and based around the jade-colored jacket.  I had spotted the coral skirt but wasn’t convinced until I paired it with the white blouse and green jacket.  I, and the associate at Victoria’s Secret, love the contrasting color blocking.  I took it next level with a floral headband and yellow trimmed sunglasses.  I kept the jewelry minimal and opted for a large gold coiled chained choker and mix-match gold earrings.  Who says both ears want to wear the same lobe candy?

I hope this look makes you as happy as it does me.  Now go to eat some frozen cake batter flavored yogurt topped with cookie dough bites and gummy bears and think of me.  Have an amazing weekend!

xoxo, Priscilla
Holy Cow Cake Recipe

When I worked for the TV station in Charlotte, I was often asked to step in as the “actress” for the promos they would create for upcoming stories.  It was a win-win.  They didn’t have to pay an actual actress and I loved telling my family I was on television.  Let me tell you, I had really important roles.  I was the dancing shadow in the promo for the iPod story.  I was the underage girl on the computer being pursued by sexual predators.  I was the spokeswoman for a car dealership owned by the most obnoxious tool.

The Creative Services Department was creating a promo for an upcoming story about self-defense and since I had been so willing to participate in the shoots in the past and probably because I’m petite, they asked me to be part of it.  We filmed in the station’s parking lot after dark.  It was a typical scenario.

It’s after work and I’m walking out of the office toward my car.  My work tote is securely positioned on my left shoulder and my keys are firmly in my right hand, ready to be put into the ignition.  Out of nowhere, a dark shadow appears behind me and literally picks me up off of my feet and carries me away.  I’m abducted.

The whole concept stuck with me long after the shoot was over and the promo aired.  It wasn’t unrealistic to think something like that could easily happen.   At the grocery store when I’m loading bags.  At Target when I’m walking to my car distracted by my phone.  At midnight when I’ve just finished working a wedding.  It’s so easy to think, “That will never happen to me.”  The reality is it could.

For Christmas, Chase bought me a 38 Special.  He and I started shooting guns together this past year and I quickly became addicted.  We made the decision to go obtain our Concealed Carry Permits and this past Saturday, we endured the 8-hour class.  I’m happy to report we both passed with flying colors and even graduated the course with honors.  Ok, not really honors, just a round of applause and a certificate.  I’m now armed and dangerous.   I wouldn’t mess with me if I was you.

We did both out-shoot and out-score everyone else taking the class.  That’s not saying much because what I’m about to tell you really happened.  I’m not making it up.  We’re in the middle of a class discussion about home invasions.  The instructor asked, “If someone broke into your home, where would be the safest place to hide?”  A few students raised their hands and replied their various and valid answers.  “My closet.”  “My bathroom.”  No joke.  A middle-aged man who had to have some sense to operate a firearm, raised his hand and said, “I’d hide behind my refrigerator door.”

Really?  The refrigerator door?  Someone breaks into your house in the middle of the night and you think the safest place is behind a door filled with condiments that illuminates when opened?  That guy was completely serious and yes, he also graduated.

Speaking of refrigerators, boy do I have a treat in store for you today.  I discovered this recipe while working a summer job at a sandwich shop in my hometown of Hudson and immediately added it to my repertoire.  It’s ooey and gooey, over-the-top sweet and will have you screaming its name!  Quick note – you can use German Chocolate Cake Mix instead of the Milk Chocolate Cake Mix.  I’m not a big chocolate person so the Milk Chocolate suites my taste better.  Chase and I have our final “Financial Peace University” class tonight and I’ve prepared this dessert to celebrate saving money and carrying guns.  Enjoy!

Ingredients:

1 Pkg. Milk Chocolate Cake Mix
14-oz Can Sweetened Condensed Milk
12-oz Jar Caramel Ice Cream Topping
2-oz Reese’s Cups (Crushed)
8-oz Container Cool Whip
8-oz Pkg. Cream Cheese – Softened
1 Cup Sugar

 

Directions:

1.  Prepare the cake mix as directed.

2.  Combine the condensed milk and caramel topping.

3.  When the cake is finished baking, poke holes throughout while still hot.  Pour the milk/caramel mixture all over the top of the cake.

4.  Chill the cake in the fridge for about 2 hours.

5.  Mix together the cool whip, cream cheese and sugar to create an icing.

6.  Spread the icing on top of the cake and top with the crushed Reese’s Cups.

7.  Dig in and put some sweetness in your mouth!

 

xoxo, Priscilla
Flowers & Lace

My palms were so sweaty, I could barely grip the steering wheel.  My right foot pressed the gas pedal while my left shook nervoulsy.  I increased the volume on a slow Billy Joel classic in hopes the downtempo piano melody would steady my racing heart.  I debated calling and canceling our meeting with each mile that passed.  I kept going.  I had no idea what to expect but I knew something inside of me needed to reach the destination.

I walked into a room filled with the exact things I had seen watching episodes of Mad Men.  A plush loveseat sat centered along the wall with a single arm chair placed diagnoally across from it.  The side table featured one single item, a box of Kleenexes.  The only sound was the faint constant ticking coming from the clock hanging on the wall.  Just in case of an emergency, I positioned myself on the side of the couch closest to the tissues.  With my legs crossed and my hands fidgetting with one another, I took a deep breath and finally made eye contact with the complete and total stranger that sat in front of me.

The last year had been painfully tough.  I’m an incredibly strong person but the circumstances and decisions of years prior and specifically the 365 days of 2012 had broken me down.  It’s as if I had spent the entire year dipping my hands in finger paint and tossing it onto a canvas with the assumption I was creating a masterpiece.  When all was said and done, I stood back to find I had merely created a mess and my paint-stained hands served as evidence it was mine.

I had a million thoughts racing through my mind.  Does it make me crazy that I’m here?  What if I’m too timid to talk and become mute which makes her think I am crazy?  Am I really paying someone to listen to me talk?  With a brief introduction and a genuine smile, she said “Let’s get started. Tell me something about yourself.”  Perhaps it was me releasing built-up frustration and confusion or maybe it was just her non-judegmental demenor, but as I opened my mouth, the words came flooding out and didn’t stop.  I spent two hours speaking candidly and truthfully about my past, my fears and my thoughts.  I didn’t second guess something I said, I just said it.  Her interjections were brief but powerful.  It was someone from the outside, completely uninvolved, giving me insight into how humans process emotions and giving me the recipe for empowering myself to be better.

There’s often a stigma around therapy, one I fell victim to before I stepped outside of my comfort zone.  You don’t need a therapist unless you’re crazy and if you have a therapist, you certainly shouldn’t admit it.  I don’t agree and especially now since I’ve experienced it for myself.  I find something freeing in being an open book and letting people know my struggles.  I’m learing about myself.  More importantly, I’m discovering how critical our thoughts are to our behaviors and that to make a noticeable change, you have to address the root of the problem.  I’ve spent a lot of time stomping out the burning leaves falling around me while paying no attention to the tree on fire that is producing the cascading foliage.

So what do my sessions have to do with a Forever 21 Fashion Find?  Absolutely nothing.  Just like talking it out every two weeks helps me, so does writing.  And if anything, maybe someone in the world reading this can relate and reached a point where they too hit their knees in prayer and woke up on the closet floor with the residue of tears on their face.  It’s my way of letting you know you’re not alone.  We all have family stuff, relationship trials and a history that repeats itself.  We all struggle to balance our personal and professional life.  We all have a breaking point.  It’s ok to say, ”I could use a little help in getting this ship back on course.”

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s chat a minute about this little number I put together.  I shopped for this outfit for a recent video I filmed.  Although the pants remind me of something I would have worn circa 1999 at the N’Sync concert, I knew I had to have them the minute I saw them.  I texted a picture of the floral jeans to Megan and smiled when her repsonse was, “You can pull anything off but I need to see it all together.”  So I set off on a mission to assemble a casual yet stylish ensemble and paired the unqiue jeans with a light pink blouse that I absolutely love because of the cut-outs on the chest.  A classic white blazer with intricate floral lace design and brown cuffed booties took this outfit from questionable to a definite yes.  To accessorize I wore a collared necklace and blush flat earrings.  My rose gold  Michael Kors watch felt left out so I invited a new simple gold bracelet with a hanging cross to join the party. (And hello. That bracelet was a whopping $1.80.)  Aside from my watch, the only non-Forever 21 item on my body is the “P” ring on my finger.  I found it at a local antique shop and yes, it is an old tyepwritter key as a ring.  Pinch me.  Happy Friday ladies and gents and have a wondeful weekend!

xoxo, Priscilla