What all the Opinionated Champagne Mamis are Wearing: Lingua Franca

If you're as glued to the insta-tube as I am, chances are you've seen Linga Franca's embroidered sweaters on some form of social media. It was just last month when I took many a screenshot (how most of my research is done - I'm just such a *MilLeNnIaL*) of these statement sweaters after they populated my news feed during the Women's MarchRachelle Hruska MacPherson is the mastermind behind the brand, which began by merging rap lyrics with 100% cashmere until recently when "the resistance sweater" collection was born.

The term "lingua franca" means a bridge language used to make communication possible between two people who don't share a native language. Now eso si me gusta because if you over-analyze everything like I do, the name picks up on the idea that she who wears the sweater presumably chooses a message to communicate to another who is not fluent in the same background or life experience that forms the opinion behind said message (still with me, Bueller?). With the end intention of finding some common ground (or at the very least an "well I'll give you that" concession), Lingua Franca succeeds in provoking dialogue in today's topsy turvy political climate, and it does so in my favorite medium (fash-un!).

So when the time came to decide whether I was going to take the plunge (and a fiscal plunge it certainly is, although arguably justified with the charitable donation aspect), I knew to wait for the right message and the right audience. Then came the invitation to last Friday's luncheon for Annie's List, an organization dedicated to getting more women to run for public office in Texas, where none-otha than Hillary Clinton spoke. Now, regardless of your feelings on the big H and in keeping with the spirit of finding a bridge language, I will make two points I hope all readers can agree on: 1) getting to be in the audience during a Hillary speech surrounded by impassioned females makes for an awesome lunch break and 2) getting more women to serve as our elected officials makes for a very worthy cause. 

Which message did I end up going with? You gotta fight for your right, of course. The Beastie Boys boys perhaps said it best, and the rights I feel like I'm fighting for are endless: to party (le duh), to blog, to not bill every hour of my life, to be in good standing with the women-supporting-women bandwagon, so on and so forth.

As Lingua Franca makes evident, a lot of power can be tucked behind certain quotes and lyrics, which makes it all the more fitting that Hillary quoted Ann Richards (late governor of Texas) who said: "Precious, get over it and get on with it." My new Monday mantra or the words for my next sweater? Probably both. 

Take a Hint, Easter Bunny

Hey peeps (get it?), only seven more sleeps until the Easter Bunny arrives! And while I'm perfectly content with a basket stocked with sugary confections, a girl can't help but dream of some other springtime pastel-hued goodies Mr. Bunny Foo Foo could spoil her with (should he so choose).

If you're thinking like I'm thinking, simply do the following: 1) send a link to this blog to that special some-bunny in your life, subject line: "thoughts on trying this restaurant soon?" 2) Wait 10 mins to follow up with another email that reads: "silly me wrong link!!! [insert link to restaurant you've been wanting to try here]" and 3) let me know what your success rate is. If you play your cards right, you could end up with a Easter surprise and a date night - double whammy

Too mature to still believe in the Easter Bunny? Then by all means, treat yo'self - it would make for a good Sunday Funday indeed. 

Light Blue Bag - Hayden Lasher// Feather Bunny Ears - Cult Gaia// Yellow Bag - Hayden Lasher// Green Crochet Cherry Earrings - Rosie Assoulin// Blue Crochet Cherry Earrings - Rosie Assoulin// Lavender Lucite Heels - Gianvito Rossi// Flower Drop Earrings - Lele Sadoughi// Lilac Flower Earrings - Jennifer Behr// Yellow Mules - M. Gemi// Tan Sandals - Hermes// Blue Stripe Heels - No. 21// Lilac Bag - Opening Ceremony// Pink Bunny Clutch - Hillier Bartley// Monogram Strip Basket - Mariella Vilar

Take a Walk on the Wild Side

Hey sugars, it's Friday. That's all I got for today because those two magic words are truthfully all I need to hear. Wishing you the most colorful and extravagant of weekends - just remember (as always), to go big or go home. 

Tassel Necklace - Mignonne Gavigan// Pink Dress - Dion Lee// Yellow Glitter Sunglasses - Dolce & Gabbana// Tassel Earrings - Mignonne Gavigan// Flower Skirt - MSGM// Orange Top - A.L.C. (here, here & here)// Neon Vest - MSGM// Orange Shorts - A.L.C. (also here)// Neon Flower Earrings - Chanel// Mules - Loeffler Randall// Clutches - Mola Sasa// Neon Stripe Shirt - Ace & Jig// Neon Leather Earrings - Nicola Bathie (here and here)// Floral Shirt - Diane Von Furstenberg// Tiger Rugs - Anthropologie

What my Dreams are Made of, Literally: Hill House Home & Biscuit

Call it pitiful, call it unfortunate, call it whatever you damn well please - but there is quite literally nothing I look forward to more each Mon-Thurs than getting home from the oficina and putting on ma' PJs. While this ritual more often than not only involves the shift from working at my downtown desk to working remotely from the sofa (lawya life!), it nevertheless signifies the end of the work day is near, my best friends (huzband + cats) are close by, and sleep is in the foreseeable future - aka my personal witching hours are afoot. It's when my mellow mood sets in, I brew my cabernet potion, and the supernatural hocus pocus activity behind this blog reaches its height.

Hence, the importance I place on my nighttime regalia and all associated linens. Leave it to two girl bosses and the "experts in bedding" behind Hill House Home, Nell Diamond and Katherine Kapnick (yo srat sista!), to create the sleepwear that gets me antsy for bedtime while the rest of the young adult world is prepping for happy hour. With the help of these threads, I'm no longer just a banana in a pajama (I'm always that), because I join the ranks of the workday warriors who GSD in the wee hours - and I do so comfortably.

So what eventually lures me off the couch and into actual shut-eye mode? Besides my dire need for beauty sleep, I give credit to my pillows from Biscuit Home, the brand started by Houston-native Bailey McCarthy that creates colorful and quirky "heirloom quality bedding." Biscuit's new season of fashion for the biscuit was recently released and (justtt like Lay's potato chips), I betcha' can't pick just one. 

Wear some HHH pajamas before resting your head on some Biscuit pillows and watch the beautiful magic of inspired productivity followed by some well-deserved, sound sleep unfurl. 

Pajamas - Hill House Home// Boudoir Shams - Biscuit Home

'Cause it's Wedding Season and the Bride is Jumpin', Jumpin'

There ain't no denying that wedding season is officially in full swing, and with this joyous and debaucherous time of year comes brides-to-be who are experiencing what I can only describe as the best state of e-commerce affairs: the mother of all justifications, otherwise known as the well-I-only-get-married-once-(I hope, lolz)-so-I-might-as-well-buy-it-cuz-I-gotta-look-phenomenal rationale. Perhaps you're not shocked to learn that I rode that justification pony 'til the cows came home (in this case, I'm the hefer returning home from a Belizian honeymoon that happily consisted of zero dieting/exercising). So I'm more than honored when asked by my engaged friends to help them find some worthy additions to their trousseau as their personal shopper/enabler, if you will

One of the most frequently requested items is the bridal jumpsuit - whether it be for the rehearsal dinner or to change into at the reception. As someone whose closet holds equal amounts dresses to rompers/jumpsuits, I can attest to the fact that there's something about rocking pants on the bottom that alters the chemical composition of the noggin. Just knowing you can freely give in to every impulse to squat, bend over, break out into the fire hydrant move on the dance floor or what have you, releases endorphins into the bloodstream. How does the saying go? Ah yes - happy is the bride whose legs have free mobility.