• Fashion

    Retro Maternity Wear: Black and White and Sassy

    (note, popped collar for humorous effect because I was feeling… fly…?) This shirt might be the best $10 decision I ever made at Goodwill. Normally, because it’s used clothing, I don’t like spending over, say, $7 ish for a garment (unless it’s really amazing vintage), because… guys, it’s used. I mean, I have nothing against purchasing previously loved garments, but the entire reason anything is at a thrift store is that it’s no longer new. Aka, you can’t return it to the store you bought it from, cuz you’ve worn it too much and it’s lost some value. But that rant about Goodwill’s ridiculous Fashion Focus section where you can…

  • Fashion

    Retro floral skirt, polka dots, and 1950’s makeup

    Any time I research anything like “1950’s style” or “1950’s makeup/hair looks”, I’m always overwhelmed and bored by how many people think that the equation for a 50’s look is just victory rolls + red lips + cat eye + fluffy skirt. And a lot of pearls. I’ve tried looking for authentic 1950’s makeup or hair tutorials in hopes that someone might stray from this standard, but to no avail. And I just want to shout “you guys, come ON. Have you ever even watched a movie from the fifties???” Sure, sometimes they wore red lipstick. Sometimes they did victory rolls. Sometimes they had fluffy skirts held out by petticoats.…

  • Book Reviews,  Fashion,  Pregnancy

    Movie Review: Jane Eyre 2011

     Before I delve into the review, let me give you a little background story. Jane Eyre has been my absolute favorite book since I was eight years old. I first read the Young Readers Digest condensed version in a green volume at my grandma’s house, where its pages were stuffed between Captain Horatio Hornblower, My Friend Flicka, and Alone. (None of which I have ever read.) I remember being instantly drawn in to the book; I remember Edward Rochester as the first and only book crush I have ever had (he is the ONLY fictional Edward worth loving in today’s culture, if I may say); I remember wanting to be…