4.16.2014

Casper the Friendly Ghost






Shorts and Sweater: H&M, Shoes: TJ MAXX (years and years ago)

I wore this on Sunday hanging out with my fam.

My brother and his family are here visiting from NY and they are only here for 2 more days, so I'm not going to waste too much time blogging.

I'll simply point out the obvious: 

1. This is the first time I have worn shorts all years and my legs are ghastly, ghostly white. No chance that any cellulite has been camouflaged with a tan yet. It was a gamble exposing them. Apparently, I like living on the edge.
 
2. I am turning 34 tomorrow and I cannot believe it. I've never been bothered by birthdays... until now. I am closer to 40 than I will ever again be to 25. What.The.Eff. How... does... this... happen????  My brother who is visiting (is 2 years and 2 days younger than me and) has pointed out that I am going to be 34 "really soon" every chance he gets. He's a shit head.

3. I cut my hair last week. It's short (and filthy here that is why it's up). I get bored easily, and I don't have one of those annoying dudes in my life who act like they are going to DIE if the woman they are with cuts their hair. Thank, GAWD for that. Those dudes annoy the crap out of me. You like long hair? Then grow yours out. The manfriend and I were having lunch a few months ago with 2 other couples and both of the other guys were all like.... "NO WAY.... If my wife EVER cut her hair, I would BE PISSED! I ask her every time she goes to get her hair done... you're not getting it cut ARE YOU????" What the hell is that donkey bull crap? You love your wife? You think she's beautiful? Her cutting her hair is not going to change that. Get over it... it's her hair, D-bag. I'm not completely convinced that I didn't cut my hair just despite those two guys. Truly.





4.15.2014

Yankee Feminist Liberal 'Crat...






Skirt and Shoes: F21, Shirt: TJ Maxx, Necklace: Some small boutique in NoDa, it was made be a local Charlotte designer.

This is what I wore to work late last week and then out to dinner with the Manfriend and his dad (who was in town for the evening). Although, this outfit is a little out of my comfort zone. I felt like someone else all day in it.

It's ultra-preppy. I mean... pink, navy, and pearls, come on?!? So I did what I could and spiced it up with fun shoes. I think a Southern preppy look is cute on some women, but I always feel like a weirdo imposter when I end up wearing it. I feel like it's Halloween and I'm dressed like a Republican sorority sister, but under the pearls lies a card-carrying Liberal feminist posing as a sweet Southern Belle. Not that you can't be a liberal feminist and dress preppy, obviously you can do whatever the hell you want, but that's the stereotype I have in my head.

Speaking of labels, my Manfriend and I were doing the whole "getting to know you" thing on our first date, and by the end of our 3-hour conversation (4 glasses of wine, and enough sushi for 5 grown men) he had nicknamed me a "Yankee Feminist Liberal-'Crat" (or Northern, Feminist, Liberal Democrat for those of you who haven't had your coffee yet). The name stuck and I must say, out of all of the nicknames he has for me, that one is my favorite. He was like... "Huh... it's weird. You look like a Southern girl, but then you open your mouth and this Yankee, Feminist, LiberalCrat comes out."

Four years ago I wasn't sure quite where he was going with that statement. You know, like, if it was a compliment or an insult?? But, I am happy to report that it was indeed a compliment. He's kind of the best. He loves me, and all of my loud-mouthed, liberal, feminist, non-traditional views. I mean... I drive him up a damn wall sometimes, and it's a gamble taking me to dinner parties, but hell... that's half the fun.

4.09.2014

Style Under the Stars



I didn't have time to do a legit post in this outfit, but here are a couple of pictures that show what I wore to a fashion show last Friday. These pictures also prove that I have some of the hottest friends around. Right? Bad, bad bitches.

This shirt is a bodysuit. Yup. If you were in middle/high school in the 1990's like me you know that that means two things... crotch snaps and that going to the bathroom is nothing short of an adventure. When I was in 6th grade bodysuits were BIG... but so was I. Too chubby to pull them off. So essentially I have spent 20 years wanting to wear one. Annnd... here you have it folks. Me... in a bodysuit. Twenty friggin years in the making. I still don't look like the ballerina, but then again I never will. It took me a long time to realize that sometimes you just need to do what you want.

Wear the damn bodysuit. Eff it.

Here are some of my favorite looks from the show we attended.



Sloan Boutique

Sloan Boutique

Sloan Boutique

Sloan Boutique

KK Bloom

KK Bloom

KK Bloom

KK Bloom

The Cheeky Bean

The Cheeky Bean

The Cheeky Bean

Vestique

Lotus

Lotus

Lotus

Lotus

Lotus

Off 5th

Off 5th

Off 5th



4.08.2014

A Long Butt and Lace Peplum









Jumpsuit: Marshalls, Shoes: ShoeDazzle, Earrings: Francesca's

HEY, HEY, HEY....

What's up, Mamacitas???? I feel like I have been neglecting the ol' blog a bit lately.

I've been insanely busy with my corporate 9-5, Pilates teacher training every weekend, teaching Pilates group classes at my house and 1:1 private classes (because, you know, I'm super fancy like that) during the week, oh... and my nutrition program/studying. Man... you'd think I'd be the healthiest person alive with all of that going on, but yet... umm... that's a big fat NO. Capital "N".

Anyway... last week I was invited to a bridal fashion show for Ladies of Lineage and this is what I wore. Jumpsuits are a bit of a man repeller outfit if you ask me. Most women love them, but I think a lot of  dudes get turned off by what I call the "long butt effect". There aren't many guys that dig a high "1980's esque" waistband. My manfriend was not around when I had this on, so I'm not sure what he thought, but I think that's a pretty safe generalization. Ahhh well, I dress for myself, and sometimes other women, but rarely for guys. If we dressed for men we'd all be walking around buck ass naked under a kitchen apron in 6 inch heels. Am I right?

Oh, and if you like looking at wedding gowns (and who doesn't?), you can scoot on over to the photography page and check out some of the pics I took at the fashion show. I was digging all of the beautiful details. I mean... lace peplum??? Shut your mouth. Enjoy! XOXO


4.02.2014

How I Met Your Mother...







Skirt: Banana Republic Outlet, Shirt: Old Navy, Watch: Michael Kors, Rings: snake ring Stella & Dot... stone ring LeVian at Jared, Necklace: CeleneStones (custom piece- e-mail Krista at < CeleneStones@gmail.com > to get your own and if you mention ModaFresca Blog, you'll get 15% off)

1. You know how sometimes you point something embarrassing out about yourself before someone else can make fun of you for it? About that...

My armpits. I put deodorant on before I left the house this morning and unbeknown to me, it stained my shirt. Bad. So... it looked like I was pitting out all day. I didn't notice it until I took these photos on my way to work (pic #3). Did I go home and change? No. Did I keep my arms down all day? You're damn straight I did. Nothing says professional like a strong case of pit rot. Awesome. Juuuuuust friggin' awesome.

2. Often times an article of clothing will remind me of certain things. Where I wore it... who I was with... a good or bad memory, etc.  This skirt is one of those pieces. I bought it in 2004 at Banana Republic (the outlet, I am sure... I was a broke ass buster in 2004 so there is no way I bought in the the real store). I've only worn it a few times over the last 10 years. One of the times I wore it was the first time I met my Manfriend's mom. Yup... the year... 2010... the month... May. We hadn't been seeing each other long at all when she flew in to visit. I was nervous. I wanted to have on something nice, but nothing that made it seem like I was trying too hard. Something cute, but not trendy or trashy... something stylish, but not over the top. Something that did NOT make her think... "What in the WORLD is my handsome, smart, successful son doing with this trashy-ass white chick?????" I'm not sure my skirt choice had anything to do with it, but we hit it off famously and now we are like peas and carrots. So... I guess you could say that this is my "How I Met Your Mother" skirt.

It's a good thing I wasn't also wearing this shirt 10 years ago. I can't imagine visible pit stains making a strong first impression? I'm sure she would have been all like.... "Uh... I'm going to need you to do better. Aim higher, son. Aim higher. "