The Highest of High-Lows

dress: f21

jacket: JMR (slc)

rings: c/o my childhood jewelry box 

necklace: diy (if stringing a bunch of old washers on a chain counts as a diy)

boots: lucky brand (these are chill too)

There was a time in my life that I swore to myself I would never ever buy a high-low (mullet) dress. However, there was also a time in my life where I thought blogs were stupid and I swore I would never start one, but we all know how that turned out.

What I'm trying to say is that you should never knock something until you try it (unless it's meth). I don't know where my original disdain for the high-low trend came from, but when I found this ultra-soft jersey gem in the bowels of the Forever 21 sale section, all preconceived prejudices against high-low dresses went out the window. This dress is the single most comfortable item of clothing I have ever owned, and anything that is pajama-like, yet still socially acceptable to wear outside your house is alright with me. 

What are your thoughts on the high-low trend?

Photos by Emma of Smile Me Pretty

xoxo

Lo

Friday Confessions #2

camo shirt: urban outfitters (similar on sale)

tee: c/o Clad & Cloth

jeans: bdg by urban outfitters

bag: thrifted

shoes: clarks

Confession #1: It's 12:30 pm on a Friday afternoon as I type this and currently I am still in bed wearing minimal clothing. Whatever. 

Confession #2: I've watched this video many, many times this week because I am a 12-year-old Harry Styles fangirl and I'm not afraid to admit it. 

Confession #3: After 4 winters in Utah, I still have yet to attend Sundance Film Festival and I hate myself for it. Mostly because I have this fantasy where I find [[insert James Franco, Ryan Gosling, Joseph Gordon Leavitt, any other attractive male celebrity]] and he tells me I'm pretty and we realize we're soulmates. That kind of stuff happens right?

Confession #4: I bought a jar of Cookie Butter from Trader Joe's last week, and today I realized that it is now completely empty. This is one of those rare cases where I really, really hope one of my roommates has been stealing my food. 

Confession #5: If this blog is my spouse, then Tumblr is like my younger, sexy mistress. Sorry blog, it just happened. Find me here, and let me know if you have one too!

ps. how cute is that pocket tee? stay tuned to see how you can win one (or anything else from local boutique, Clad & Cloth) all for yourself. Happy Friday, folks!

xoxo

Lo

That time I slept with someone I met on the internet.

If that title surprises you, I'll explain. If it doesn't surprise you, I'm a little offended.

top: urban outfitters (similar)

jeans: f21

jacket: gap (also loving this one)

boots: bass outlet

lips: revlon black cherry

If you've been in the blogging game for a while, you probably know what an awkward transition it can be going from blogger friends to real-life friends. I'm always a little scared to meet other bloggers in person-- not because I don't think I'll like them, I'm just nervous that everyone will find out how weird I am. And they'll say things like, "Wow, you really ARE awkward" and then laugh uncomfortably and make a hasty escape from the situation (because yes, that's happened more times than I'd like to admit). Every once in a while though, you meet a fellow blogger who shares your mutual weirdness, and weird magic happens. 

Such is the case with Emma, photographer and design extraordinaire from Smile Me Pretty.

Emma and I had a few random run-ins over summer, but we just recently decided to take our virtual friendship to the next level and hang out. So on Friday night we sat in bed, stalked mutual friends on Facebook, ate a whole box of white cheddar Cheez-its (real exciting stuff here, people), and attended a local concert; the remnants of which can be seen stamped on our hands (here's your free publicity, Robert & the Carrolls). After the concert, we resumed our position in Emma's little twin bed and ended up falling asleep in full-on snuggle position, because that is what most twenty-something-year-olds do, right? 

The next morning we woke up bright and early (11 a.m.), and drove out to a secluded spot near Utah Lake (you know, the kind of place where murderers go to hide their dead bodies) and fulfilled our dream of having a 90's/neo-goth revival type photo shoot; dark lipstick and all. The results of which are these pictures. Naturally, things digressed when we tried to take cute friend pics together. 

The key to making new friends is to get really uncomfortably close to their face. You can quote me on that.

Masters of the "stank face"

I like to call this one the "Shakira, Shakira"

You could hear me gush all day long about what a talented designer and photographer she is (and she knows this too because I couldn't stop myself from pitching her talents to everyone we talked to at the concert), but I'll just let you go see for yourself over at Smile Me Pretty. 

xoxo

Lo

Friday Confessions

top: f21 (similar)

jeans: gap (bought 2 sizes up for a boyfriend jean look)

beanie: hm

jacket: flying tomatoes

shoes: converse

necklace: c/o poshlocket

Confession #1: I've worn that striped shirt almost every day since I bought it last week. 

Confession #2: During finals week, I pulled one all-nighter. Studying? Nope. Watching Jennifer Lawrence videos on Youtube.

Confession #3: When I walk to and from class, I only listen to XO by Beyonce on repeat.

Confession #4: I have a mad crush on a cute boy I see everywhere around campus. I'm pretty sure we make meaningful eye contact every time. Still waiting on the metaphorical cojones to talk to him. 

Confession #5: These converse make me feel like a new person. In a good way.

What are some of your confessions?

Happy Friday errbody!

xoxo

The unitard: a love story.

t-shirt: old navy 

(I seriously LIVE in these tees. They're super soft, a great price, and long enough to wear with leggings. GET SOME.) 

sweater: hm

boots: clark's (also love these and these)

purse: target

leggings: see story below

One of the best parts about being home is being able to go through all your old stuff and finding new uses, and a rejuvenated love for things you forgot you even had. Since leaving for college, my existence in my parents' house has been reduced to a few bags of clothes and a shoebox full of keepsakes labeled "LAUREN'S CHILDHOOD". Apparently it was a brief, yet fulfilling childhood. 

While rummaging through my bags of clothes looking for something to wear to a wedding (because I'm really good at packing), I came upon a unitard that I may or may not have accidentally stolen from my high school dance department. In case you don't know what a unitard is, it's basically a giant spandex onesie. Awesome, right? I obviously had to try it on again and obnoxiously  prance around my house in it for a good half hour. But then something weird happened. 

I never really took it off. 

I've been wearing it under my clothes the entire time I've been home (including this outfit). Not only is it like a pair of leggings and an undershirt all in one, and it almost acts like a shaper, which is great because I literally can't stop eating during the holidays.

 So just in case you never thought you could feel cool wearing something ending in -TARD, I'm here to prove you wrong. And because I know you're a little curious, they sell them in all different colors at American Apparel. You're welcome. 

xoxo

U Mod, Bro?

dress: unhinged boutique

coat: flying tomato (LOVE this one)

hat: gap (similar)

shoes: bass (similar)

After looking at these pictures, I've realized two things:

1. My posture is cringe-worthy. It's like Gollum in a fedora over here.

2. This outfit is a little bit Twiggy-1960s inspired, which I'm totally not even mod about...

See what I did there?

xoxo

Because, Cats.

sweater: f21 (similar)

dress: anthropologie (another cat favorite)

tights: stance

shoes: urban outfitters (similar)

necklace: f21

First of all, I've been wearing these tights with everything lately. I feel like they add a little Avril Lavigne-esque edge to every outfit and that's always a good thing. 

Also, I'm convinced that a weird, cat-printed statement piece (or 5) is an essential for any girl who wants people to know where her priorities lie. Yeah, there's the cute guy you met on campus that was potentially interested until he saw your cat-printed backpack AND your cat necklace and realized you were cuckoo-crazy. But, you know what? 

via

Can I get an amen?

xoxo