Hey, That's My Grandma's Brooch!

Here's to my first fashion post EVER!

Growing up, I was never the prettiest, or the most popular, but I always had one of the most outrageous closets (arguably!). In the 4th grade I wore an oversized white Calvin Klein turtleneck I stole from my grandma every day, for example. And it's always been, next to music, the biggest way I express myself. And my favorite form of shopping, vintage of course! Growing up in the San Diego suburbs leaves little to be coveted when it comes to fashion. It's either Forever 21 at the mall or bust! Especially pre part time job and drivers license. So in high school the big thing was to catch a ride to the local thrift strip where all the local churches had a store and stock up on grungy loafers, floral print dresses, and all the old lady brooches you could want! As I grew older, a drive down to Hillcrest would do just the trick. Buffalo Exchange, Flashbacks, and antique stores became my go to places. Now I have a job AND a license, but I still choose thrift shopping over normal shopping most of the time because I purely enjoy it more. I love recycling clothes and sifting through musty racks of rejects, despite the icky flourescent lighting. It's just a hunt, and the best way to find the most unique pieces, which are my favorite kind. So here's an ode to dressing head to toe in what someone else could not see the beauty in! An homage to a college girls pursuit to dress the part despite having a college girl/small business owner's budget!

xoxo Yaz

P.S Even if you couldn't care less about fashion, the awkward photos are enough of a reason to look.

Shorts and top vintage, Wacoal bralette, Mom's vintage Ferragamo shoes, Jewelry from H&M, Forever 21, Topshop, and RawEarth Studios

New York and Almond Butter

Spring Fever has set in folks. Full swing. So please excuse how lax I've been with writing. It seems the nicer the weather becomes, the more impossible it is for me to focus on anything besides my daydreams. Add a Spring Break spent in New York city, and it all makes sense. I experienced falling snow for the first time while there. On my way to Serendipity for some pre-flight frozen hot chocolate, snowflakes began to catch on my eyelashes. There's nothing in the world quite like that, that could make you smile and beam so much you swear the whole world could see the light shining off of you. For awhile there, something had changed in my brain. In the way that I thought. My heart felt full even though there was no one to fill it. Whether it was the auspicious slew of client meetings, or Alexa Chung's Instagram feed, or my discovery of almond butter that balanced out the wavelengths I don't know, but I found myself thinking less and less about...everything. But a glass of cheap wine, some stolen mardi gras beads, and a house party later and I was right back where I started. And it's been a strong tidal wave. The kind that pushes you to watch Blue Valentine twice in a day even though you grind your teeth the whole time. The kind that makes you listen to that song your ex-flame showed you even though it only makes you want to throw the bowl of blueberry muffin mix you worked so hard on. The kind that makes you want to Google image search, "Ryan Gosling and his dog" all night. This brings to mind the one time I forgot to take my birth control pills for three days and couldn't stop thinking about babies. Some people say love is to humans what water is to flowers. And I believe it. Because without it, I don't grow. I only spiral in circles. I lose myself. xoxo Yaz