Recently, most of my vacations have been spent in California.
There are a lot of reasons that this new ~vibe~ started, but the biggest…
The location… duh.
When it comes to Reformation’s clothes, I just can’t quit them.
Since 2012, I’ve always come crawling back hoping that they’ll magically fit & flatter me.
In 2014 I “needed” a black dress for a trip to Paris. I headed straight to the Ref. All of them were a bit too short and made my legs look a bit too big.
In 2016 I “needed” new white t-shirts. I headed straight to the Ref. All of them were a bit too short (no, seriously, they were) and made my torso look a bit too big.
If you want my hierarchy of leisure wear…
Athleisure < Sleepleisure < Resort wear
Your rank may differ, but big flowing dresses rule my hierarchy.
When you’re on vacation, there’s nothing easier or or more fun than to wear an “instant outfit” kind of dress.
SIR the Label has been on my list for some time now.
Their white eyelet dresses never fail to catch my eye.
… but with age, I’ve become more prone to spilling red wine and would like to avoid mercilessly stabbing delicate dresses with Tide To-Go pens.
While I’ll moan, complain, and send around a “million strong against Instagram’s algorithm” petition.
… and I’ll think I’m totally justified in my frustration with Instagram’s algorithm and their
stupid “you need 10K followers to have links in your story” rule, it’s because of them that I found Natalie Martin.
Sure, Rihanna’s been photographed in Natalie Martin dresses and she’s done a collaboration with Anthropologie before (Natalie Martin, not Rihanna lol).
… but, like, I’ve been literally living
under on a rock for the last 4 years.
A trip to Palm Springs here, a week driving down to Newport Beach there…
The past few summers have been road trip heavy.
All of these road trips have taken the I-5 through the San Joaquin Valley.
Dry as a piece of straw, it’s the opposite of torrential summers in Panamá (where I call home).
“Summer in the city
Means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage
And I start to miss you, baby, sometimes.”
-Regina Spektor, “Summer In The City” (2006)
You know that 32°C/90°F kind of summer weather?
When it’s so humid and so sticky that all you want to do is wear (close to) nothing and call it a day?
The kind of day where the heat (seemingly) melts the trash and your fingers (seemingly) expand twice their size (is that just me?).
Yeah, those days.
It’s been a while since I reviewed an “Instagram It-Brand.”
There was one thing holding me back from ordering a dress from Rat & Boa…
”WHAT SIZE AM I SUPPOSED TO ORDER??”
Unlike their models, I’m not a bronzed leggy goddess.
Wait, just to preface this entire review, I wear my La Perla slip as outerwear not loungewear.
… at 100% silk satin, La Perla’s chemise/slip just feels too luxe to wear while binging on Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina.
I aspire to be the kind of lady who lounges in silk La Perla slips, but like, I’m 27 and not yet a full-fledged lady… I’d likely make a mess of it with all my Cheeto crumbs.
We’ve all ready talked about how I am a goopster.
Wait, “goopster” sounds weird. What I mean to say is, I’m “goopy.”
… that’s not right either.
What I actually mean by saying “I’m a goopy goopster” is that I love Gwyneth Paltrow’s goop. Now that really doesn’t sound right, but whatever.