Lauren’s Wedding

This past Friday, my best friend Lauren got married in Hawaii! I’ll post more soon about how amazing it was and what we did while we were there, but for now I decided to just post a Polyvore image of something similar to what I wore for the wedding. The  dress is the right color, but we wore short dresses (with no sequins) that were much cuter. I was one of two maids of honor, and Lauren (being the wonderful bride that she was, and not at all a bridezilla), bought all of the maids of honor/bridesmaids pearls to wear for the big day. We don’t have the photos yet, but I can’t wait to share all the beautiful pictures of the wedding (and obviously the bride) with you.
Lauren's Wedding


Embrace Your Freckle-Face


The first time I was jealous of someone’s tan I was probably about twelve. I was lying on the beach of a small island near Martha’s Vineyard with my two best friends, and like every summer, I had a sunburn. I’d slathered SPF 50 all over my body to my mother’s request, and I still had a sunburn. My friends, olive-skinned and gorgeous, with dark brown hair perfectly streaked with natural highlights, were tanned to perfection while I was “lobster-girl,” as my dad lovingly referred to me.

I was jealous beyond words. As twelve-year-olds often do, my friends and I came up with a great (i.e. idiotic) plan: we would cut athletic tape into shapes to put on our bodies so they would remain pale while the rest of our skin got tan. I traced a star, a spiral, and a flower onto the tape and willingly trimmed them down before we stuck them to our hips. We walked to the beach, spread our bodies out over our towels, and waited. My friends loved tanning and laying in the sun; after about five minutes, my skin was hot, my hair was burning, and the sunlight was seeping through my translucent eyelids and killing my corneas. I peeked at my friends; they were still peacefully soaking up the sun. Frustrated, I sat up and gave up on my goal to ever be tan in life.

Friends, teachers, coaches, acquaintances, and even strangers have told me I’m pale. All people, from all walks of life, have decided it’s necessary to point out how light my skin is. Fun fact, pale people never forget how pale we are – you don’t have to point it out to us like it’s a new development we haven’t noticed. I always laughed when people made jokes like, “oh I thought you were wearing white tights, but those are just your legs,” or, “I bet if any of the cream cheese from your bagel fell onto your skin you wouldn’t even notice,” but they really weren’t funny. Because here’s the thing: making fun of people for any part of their natural appearance is body shaming. It’s not inherently mean, but what you’re saying when you tell someone they’re “too pale” is that they don’t fit into society’s mainstream (and often fake) world of beauty.


But pale is beautiful. Recently, more than any other time in my life, people have told me they love my freckles. And know why I have freckles? Because I’m pale. A few weeks ago I watched a ridiculous YouTube tutorial about how to put on fake freckles and I was shocked – freckles aren’t just a cute kid thing anymore, apparently they’re the newest desirable beauty trend.

That being said, whether they’re “in” or “out,” here’s why you should always love freckles: they’re a sign of youth – a lot of people’s freckles fade as they get older, which is why so many more kids than adults have freckles; they can be a great indicator of when you’ve been slacking on the sunscreen – as cute as freckles are, they develop because of sun exposure, so freckles can remind you to layer on that sunscreen; no two freckles are the same – they make you unique; freckles can hide unruly blackheads and pimples – the different shades of freckles across your skin can conceal redness and irritation without actual concealer (meaning you can let your skin breathe); freckles are beautiful.

If you need more convincing, just look at this spread Vogue did on freckles or check out this article.

Why Jenna Marbles Should Be Your Beauty Icon

If you don’t know who JennaMarbles is (have you been living under a rock since 9th grade?), then you should immediately look her up. She’s a popular YouTube vlogger who posts videos about a variety of topics, like how to do your makeup drunk, what girls and guys think about during sex, and the infamous “face” video; her videos are hilarious and she’s totally the voice of our generation (okay, maybe not our generation, but definitely the voice of broke twenty-somethings who are trying to get their lives together but still like getting drunk on wine). But beyond being an internet sensation, Jenna Mourey is freaking gorgeous. She usually rocks perfect makeup (and pretty heavy amounts of it), but once in a while she goes au natural and seems totally comfortable like that too. Most importantly, Jenna isn’t afraid to try new makeup and beauty trends (gray hair? She wore that months before it became big). Her videos may be iconic, but her beauty is pretty iconic too; check out the pictures below if you need to love with JennaMarbles even more than you already do.

Most of the time, her makeup looks something like this (heavy mascara, natural-looking blush and lip color):

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But she’s also totally comfortable going without makeup (and with silly faces):

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She absolutely kills it with funky hair colors:

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She called this one her “silver fox” look

She makes crazy lipstick colors look reasonable (I may be running to the store to buy bright blue lipstick as soon as I finish work today):

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And she hits the nail on the head with the most important beauty mantra of all:

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(images via and Instagram)

Coachella Doesn’t Need to Define Your Summer Style

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For the past few years, Coachella has probably been the most influential event of the year for summer fashion. Photos of celebrities wearing flowy dresses, floral crop tops, and boho headgear have plastered our Pinterest and Instagram feeds, telling us what outfits are in for the coming season. Let’s be real, how many pictures like these have you seen in the past week alone? I’m going to guess more than ten.

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Music festivals are all the rage, and Cochella’s popularity has turned it into a worldwide fashion event. I’m so obsessed with the amazing photos that come out of Coachella that I’ve even looked at tickets (until I realized they’re basically the same price as an entire college education). The tumblr-ready outfits seem light, colorful, and perfect for summer, but they just don’t work for everyone. Not everyone can throw on a loose white dress and look like Bella Thorne; some of us end up looking pregnant and pale (I totally don’t know this from experience). That being said, Coachella does not need to be our only summer style inspiration.

With so much fashion inspiration in magazines and on the internet, how is it that Coachella seems to be the most influential? Stores like American Eagle even have “festival” sections on their websites, advertising all the clothing you need for your next music festival (that seems crazy to me). So if loose, flowery, hippie-style clothing doesn’t suit you, you may feel totally out of luck when it comes to looking cute for the summer. Don’t worry though; there are plenty of other places to look for summer style (that offer significantly less fringe and crochet). If you generally try to channel Zooey Deschanel or Beyoncé over Vanessa Hudgens when it comes to your clothes, then searching Instagram for #coachella pictures probably isn’t going to do you much good (other than make you jealous of everyone who can rock itty bitty lace shorts).

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When the warm weather finally comes around, it’s hard not to get caught up in the fun that is music festivals, but the fashion doesn’t have to follow us in our daily lives. For inspiration that does not scream Woodstock, use New York Fashion Week as your go-to source. Instead of following celebs on Instagram, follow your favorite designers and models – this will give you a much broader scope of the trends you should be rocking this summer. And don’t worry if you can’t pull off the three-foot wide floppy hat – nobody can.

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I Thought Writing Would Be Glamorous

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I guess you could say I’m an idealist, but I’ve always imagined that things in my life would be picture perfect, movie-like. I sometimes like to think I’m a realist, but over the years I’ve learned that’s not the case. I always see the best in people, I expect things to turn out perfectly, and I always expect that life will work out. I’ve never been handed things in life, but I haven’t had to kill myself for them either; I grew up in a loving household with great friends, amazing schools, and incredible opportunities. I’m not saying I didn’t work hard to get where I am today, but I also don’t attribute all my successes in life solely to myself. And yet, though I know things never actually turn out the way I expect them to, I still let my imagination run wild.

When I finally realized I was interested in pursuing a career in writing/journalism, I saw my choice through rose-colored lenses. I didn’t have a ton of examples of what the journalism world is like (I still don’t), but I imagined scenes from The Devil Wears Prada – I pictured myself running around big cities, wearing gorgeous clothing, carrying coffees, and honestly, being miserable in the most magical way (just like Andy Sachs) – but my imagination always saw writing as glamorous, fabulous, and beautiful.

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For anyone who is still under the impression that what I just described is the case, you’re wrong. Sure, The Devil Wears Prada lifestyle does exist, but only for the top 1% of the writing world. Unless you work in Hearst Tower in Manhattan, you’ll probably be wearing jeans and drinking crappy drip coffee. Even if you DO work at Hearst Tower, you might still end up wearing jeans! Believe me, I’ve been there (and I even saw Joanna Coles, EIC of Cosmo, but that’s not the point). Becoming a writer does not just magically make Prada shoes show up in your closet and Gucci handbags do not appear on your arm as if from God. Nope, at this point I’m pretty aware that I’m destined to wear H&M and Forever 21 for the rest of my life (or until I get too old for their clothing – don’t worry Stacy and Clinton, I know 35 is the cutoff for miniskirts).

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Don’t get me wrong, I’m an idealist, not delusional – I didn’t think that the writing world in Saratoga Springs would be anything like that of the big city, but I thought I’d at least be able to wear heels without feeling out of place (hint: I was wrong). So far in my “glamorous” editorial internships, I’ve only gone on one coffee run. ONE! I thought that’s all I’d be doing, but apparently not. What I have been doing is sitting at the local public library alongside all the homeless people for hours on end, making a lot of spreadsheets, and putting wooden easels together. SUPER glamorous. I’m not complaining, I’ve just been very surprised at what is actually expected of young editorial interns. I’m hoping this will reach at least one other aspiring writer and help you lower your expectations a little – it’s a lot better to not expect anything than to expect Miranda Priestly’s office and get a one-room office that shares entrance space with a yoga studio.

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As far as not wearing heels and pencil skirts goes, I still throw them on sometimes (when there isn’t six feet of snow everywhere). I live by the rule ‘dress for the job you want, not the job you have,’ so until I’m Anna Wintour and my closet is full of Dolce & Gabbana, you can expect to find me overdressed.