August 2, 2013 § Leave a comment
Clark Howard is our family’s travel agent. He’s a cheapskate, but he would tell you the same thing. There’s always a travel deal out there and a catch. You might not know your final destination until the day of, but hey, carpe diem.
Johnnie Mae is really good at being last minute. In the second grade, I was so proud that she was our class’ room mom. She’s ninja level on the creativity spectrum and a master problem-solver; the room mom litmus test. She abdicated her thrown, however, one month into her official reign because she was better at being last minute.
“Start collecting money for the teacher’s Christmas present? It’s day 2. Shouldn’t we wait to see if our kids actually learn something?” (Editor’s Note: I can’t sign an affidavit asserting that she ever said this, but I know her well enough. She was thinking it.)
My junior prom, I was not a fan of her last minute tendencies. A few mothers got wind of her creative talents and convinced her to help decorate. Believing she could do that and still make it home to help me get ready, she spread herself too thin. She and my date’s mother came flying through the front door with thirty minutes to spare to help your’s truly. Of course, by that point I was ready to file emancipation papers. While ma mère pinned my hair in place, I may have said something along the lines of “I just can’t count on you. I can never count on you.” There was also an exaggerated eye roll, but that came from my mother.
Despite it all, she’s Lloyd . See reference. On a Saturday morning whim, she’d make her way down the hall, swing our bedroom doors open, and flick on the lights yelling for us girls to wake up. Like a drill sergeant barking orders, “You got thirty minutes. Shower, and pack your bags. Bring extra underwear and a jacket. It’s gonna be cold.”
Questioning her about where we were going or why she waited until the last minute to tell us was quickly met with, “Oh! Don’t give me any grief.”
Not even the best room mom can hold a candle to Johnnie Mae’s go with the flow approach to travel. Close your eyes and just go was the deal. Make the rest up as you go was the goal. Just don’t give her any grief along the way.
I have Clark Howard to thank. His Friday morning travel report on Atlanta’s AM 750, pulled my sisters and I out of bed on several Saturday mornings for San Fran, NYC, Toronto, and D.C. “Take advantage of these travel deals quick, folks,” he’d say as ma mère furiously looked between the seats of the Suburban for a scrap sheet of paper and pen. Upon finding a junk mail envelope, I was commissioned to take that morning’s travel minutes as we neared the school’s carpool drop off. “Write that down. What were the blackout dates? Did he say Delta or United?”
I recall how fruitless it all seemed. Who plans a vacation last minute? Come Saturday morning, the joke was on me.
The joke is still on me. Fruitless, it was not. Johnnie Mae was cleverly planting seeds. Recently, Hattie Collins Moll, owner of Hattie Sparks (remember this), was featured on The Everygirl. She said something that deserved an amen: “If you aren’t willing to adapt to situations, you will eventually stall out.” Working without a plan can rattle the brain, but sometimes you need that to test your growth. Jumping on a plane without a plan, can do that…and I have ma mère to thank.
When I feel like I’m stalling out, I pack extra underwear and a jacket. I’m not sure where I will be headed, but if my travel track record is any indicator, I think I will be alright.
This video took beaucoup time to create, but that’s why they call them *masterpieces.* Come on an Asian adventure with me, won’t you?
May 27, 2013 § 3 Comments
Whiteout Take a minute to scroll and daydream. Gahhh, so much white! I want to be all these women. Peep #16. Mykonos day outfit perfected. Put it on my tab.
In the meantime, I’m shotgun and road tripping back to NOLA with my buddy. Sports talk radio for only 3 more hours…
May 10, 2013 § 2 Comments
Hands down, a bike ride around the city cures all my worries. Cruising with my buddy–even better.
Our dear friends let us borrow their tandem bike during French Quarter Fest. MG may say differently (the one in the front does all the work), but I loved it. We shared our (mostly my) excitement with MG’s mom in hopes that she might help us locate our own bicycle built for two. She is an expert in the field of internet research and shopping. In a matter of minutes, she can tell you where to find your desired item, what you should pay, and what brands to look for and which to avoid.
True to form, she called and emailed about several options. She found ours in Tennessee. I am already planning our first ride. Obviously it will include this musical moment from Now and Then. What’s a bike gang without a theme song?
November 28, 2012 § 2 Comments
I came across this today on Pinterest and thought I would share. I can’t count the number of times I walk into a store take one look at the mannequin and say, “Yes! I am buying the whole look. The only thing that outfit is missing is me wearing it.”
The funky way the mannequin tied her scarf, or the way she layered three button downs and a jacket without looking like she is suffocating is when I start to become envious of her great taste and style. After putting capitalism to work, I am back home in front of the mirror trying to figure out what went wrong between the store and home. The lack of an in-store stylist, apparently.
Marina Dobreva, a former J.Crew stylist, gives some helpful tips for upping the style quotient. I will be making particularly good use out of her sleeve roll tip. Mannequin, schmannequin.
November 26, 2012 § 9 Comments
Thanksgiving brought wonderful news all around and was a sweet reminder of everything I have to be thankful for. With A in London and Dad in Shanghai, the rest of us devoured Grandma’s cooking. It’s so good, I could just cry. B and I played around our grandparents property, took the paddle boat for a spin around the pond (there’s a video, but I have to get B’s approval first), and took photographs of all the pretty mountain foliage.
B did such a great job behind the camera, MG might need to find a new hobby. Just kidding, NOLAdressed is our joint venture. And by “joint venture” I mean “Here, take the camera and in five seconds I am going to turn and look at you and laugh/smile/strike random fashion blogger pose. Your job is to make it look like you just happened to snap a candid, and then I will post it on my blog.”
November 23, 2012 § 2 Comments
If you were to open my closet, the one thing you would not find a lot of is animal print. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not opposed to animal print. I just do not find many pieces that strike me. I have seen others (sisters-by blood and soul-included) who have stumbled upon great finds, but I myself often pick up a blouse, run my fingers across the fabric, and ultimately put it back for something else that catches my eye.
I could not resist when I spotted these shorts at Forever 21 because they reminded me of these amazing leopard Red Valentino pants. In an effort to save a penny I’m trying to show restraint. So instead of Valentino, I opted for the look for less. The weather for the Magazine Street Blues Festival was beautiful so it was a good opportunity to get use out of my shorts before the cold weather rears its ugly head.