Beauty-Full Tuesday: Alex of Its a Love Story

Alex is honestly one of the prettiest people you will ever meet in real life.  I was so tempted to be jealous of her, I had to make her my friend, so I could own and adore her.  And I'm glad I did because she offers the strongest example and gives the sweetest compliments ever.  Meet Miss It's a Love Story.

When I was a Senior in high school, I was the smallest I have ever been. I was so tiny, in fact, my Mom asked me one day if I had been eating (I had). It was a combination of healthy eating and working out a lot with my boyfriend, now husband, that led me to lose a lot of weight in the summer. My pants were baggy, my shirts were loose and I'm sure anybody else, especially my Mother, thought I was a good weight. I had a good body. But to me? I still wanted to lose 5lbs. Eventually I did lose it, but it wasn't enough. I still wanted to lose 5 more. Looking back now, I can see that I had a problem. A problem that consisted of loving the positive attention, fitting into smaller sizes, showing my body (and junk food) who was boss and never being happy with myself.

The next year, I was married and pregnant. I gained a healthy amount of weight during that pregnancy and a couple weeks after giving birth to my son, I returned to my pre-baby weight. (Thank you teenage body.) But alas, I still wanted to lose five pounds. Five months later, I was pregnant again. (I know, I know) Thinking it would be a repeat of my last pregnancy, I ate what I wanted and I stopped working out. It turns out my body didn't like being pregnant twice in one year because I gained a lot of weight. After my daughter's birth, I still thought it would be like the last time and I would lose it all right away. Not the case. I think I only lost about 10 pounds. Now, I weighed the most I had ever weighed. I had to work really, really, really hard to lose that weight. I mean, I trained myself to not even dream of cookies and soda. I would put the babies down for naps and work out the entire time in our little living room. After a summer's worth of sweat, blood, and tears I was finally to a good weight. But can you guess what? You guessed it. I wanted to lose FIVE.MORE.POUNDS.

I don't remember the day. I don't remember how old I was but one day I stopped. I stopped expecting too much out of myself. I stopped worrying about my weight. I realized there is a big difference in exercising to be healthy and exercising to be skinny. I realized that counting calories; only getting water at restaurants; skipping out on dessert; and torturing my body with a fierce workout just to work off that cupcake was no way to live. I realized that no matter my weight I would always want to lose five more pounds. I was setting myself up to always be disappointed with my body. I will never be as skinny as I was when I was a senior in high school but I feel more beautiful and more confident than I did then. Than I ever have. 

It's because after all of that, I finally learned that feeling beautiful will never be found in being skinny. Or in those last five pounds. Beauty is found in a confident woman. It's found in the euphoria of working out, not because you're punishing your body but because your body is divine and deserves to be treated as such. It's found in a mother who has just given birth. It's even found on a make-up-less, baggy shirt kind of morning. Beauty isn't a given. Beauty isn't a number or a fashion statement.Beauty is learning to appreciate who you are. And after you do; wherever you are, wherever you go, beauty is found because you are beautiful.

Fall Fashion Under 50

Or at least every item is unproprietously snuggly with Ulysses S Grant.  One skirt poked its toe over the mark, but it had pockets.  And I'd much rather have a pocket then money to put in it.

Click to reveal the efficient amalgamation of 10 garments of clothing, 3 pairs of shoes, and 6 accessories into 14 distinctly different looks at Latter Day Woman Magazine.  And I didn't even use a protractor.


And because you are MY empirical associates, I bequeath to you a link to shop every item in the lineup covering Fall Trends not excluding color blocking, seventies sophisticate, folkloric equestrian, and abundantly beyond.

Fall Wardrobe Cluster by cardiganempire

Cardigan

$9.99 - delias.com

Forever21 button up shirt

$20 - forever21.com

Woven top

$27 - target.com

TopShop cap sleeve shirt

$36 - topshop.com

Old Navy canvas coat

$40 - oldnavy.gap.com

H m jacket

£25 - hm.com

Urban 1972 :: What's New :: Audrey Striped Pleated Dress Yellow

$40 - urban1972.com

ASOS elastic waist skirt

$64 - asos.com

American Eagle Outfitters wide leg jeans

$50 - ae.com

Old Navy star legging

$35 - oldnavy.gap.com

Old Navy faux leather knee high boots

$45 - oldnavy.gap.com

Wedge heel sandals

$32 - kohls.com

Floral print shoes

$50 - shopruche.com

ASOS flap bag

$27 - asos.com

ASOS vintage look jewelry

$27 - asos.com

Max and Cleo metal jewelry

$20 - modcloth.com

Forever21 sparkle jewelry

$1.50 - forever21.com

ASOS printed scarve

$27 - asos.com

Oasis buckle belt

£17 - oasis-stores.com



target cloche$14 - target.com

Flat Emergency

Flat and pant shopping make me feel awkward, like making small talk with my dental hygienist.   

We'll tackle my hips another day, but for now I'm asking you to be match maker. Which pair do you prefer?

Feel free to recommend alternates.

And let me know what you procrastinate purchasing in the comments.

My Foster Daughter

After waiting half a decade for this cherub, it's now in the hands of a judge as to whether "daughter" will be a legally binding term.

Que Sera Sera (Jennifer Terran)

Will you do what you do to make this happen?  I have no greater wish than to take my darling to the Mesa LDS Temple and have her sealed to our family Christmas 2011.  

In return for you Faith, Coco, Levi, and I will show you how to make your kids clothes last longer.

Beautyfull Tuesday: Lyndsay and the Johnsons

One of the best things about getting married is in-laws. Lyndsay is married to Wes, which makes her my best-friend-in-law. But I would like to think we would have found each other regardless of Misters. Life would be so much less lovely without her.  Meet Lyndsay of Lyndsay and the Johnsons.

Until I got pregnant in my mid twenties, I closely resembled a piece of asparagus (I can prove it here). That's a lot of years to look like a lanky vegetable! But before we go any further, I will add that I never had a bad body image growing up. I never thought I was "too this" or "too that." I may have had the one odd week where I tried to stuff my bra with shoulder pads until my mom caught me. But in 8th grade, sometimes you just get a little desperate when your vest hangs on you like an adolescent boy… Every once in a while the girls that worked at 5-7-9 (you know you shopped there, too) gave me a hard time for needing to buy a size zero. But when it came down to it, I didn’t agonize over my appearance.

I was aware of my slender frame. But I was an equestrian and a runner. All I knew was that my body was skilled at both. And much more than that, I had a mother who told me how beautiful I was (and am). I have never heard my mom speak negatively about her own body. This is remarkable to me. Like everyone, if she was so inclined, I am sure she could find things to complain about. But she doesn't. And I have a sneaking suspicion why. Her mother, my Granny, told her how beautiful she was (and is). Something about my Granny was quite transcendent. She was always radiant, stylish, and comfortable in her body at every age. And that was so appealing to those who knew her—everyone could sense those qualities that set her apart. Her personality and self-worth that shone through just added to her unique physical beauty. And I felt more beautiful when I was around her. My mother makes me feel the same way. I’ve always felt very lucky to have the genes that I’ve been dealt (inside and out).

Then I got pregnant with Finn. I worked a desk job and gained more than 50 pounds. I was happy to be round and pregnant, and didn’t sweat the weight gain one bit. But after he was born, I learned a new fact about my body. It hangs on to weight when I nurse! And I nursed for a year. So I spent a year with some serious curves—serious for me, anyway. And for the most part, I loved it. But I started to notice a trend. Many of the other women I knew complained about their bodies. OK, all of them did. There was not one woman I knew who didn’t have something negative to say about her body. (I take that back—I don’t think I’ve ever heard Reachel Bagley here ever utter an unkind word about her bodily bequest). But it was almost like the “in” thing to do. Women just love to beat themselves up about anything that they can. My house isn't clean enough. My kids aren’t reading at age 1. My (fill in the blank) isn’t as nice as hers. My hair is too curly. My hair is too straight. My chest is flat. My chest is too big. You name it, we love to say it. And somewhere along the way I went from feeling just fine about my body, to feeling like I had to find lots of things wrong with my body. That is a very very tiring habit. A downright unhealthy, even unholy habit! I knew that I was damaging myself in thinking that way. So I changed my mind and took some action.

We all know that we have to feel good on the inside to feel good about the outside. But let’s face it. We want to look good in the mirror. No matter how thin or curvy we are, we are always going to gauge our physical appearance. I just try to go about it differently than I used to. Since having my my second child 2½ years ago, I have made these changes in how I relate to my body:

First, I banished the scale to the nether regions of the house, only to be used to weigh luggage for air travel (because weighing myself was becoming an addictive and wholly unnecessary habit).

Second, I decided that as long as I am healthy, I am doing just fine. My clothes are my system of measurement. If they fit, great. If they start to feel too small (or big), I look at my lifestyle. Am I making healthy decisions? Maybe healthy for me is a few pounds and sizes larger at certain stages. But as soon as I start feeling unhealthy, things have to change.

Third, I have to make sure I have my life spiritually in order. That connection is vital for me to feel uplifted and happy with who I am. When I start to slip, I notice the negative self image creeping in. Some prefer meditation. Others need prayer. Possibly yoga. Even quiet, reflective, contemplative time can serve this purpose. It makes a difference, even in small amounts.

And finally, I make sure that I remind myself of some crucial things on a regular basis:

• Our bodies are meant to change. My body is different in the morning than it is at night. It is different before, during, and after pregnancy. And it is certainly not the same body I had at 18, nor should it be! I feel there is an unhealthy obsession with “getting back to our pre pregnancy size,” or even worse, our high school or college size. We are not frozen in time. We have evolving bodies that are meant to change. Let them do so. Be the right body for the right season in life.

• Stop comparing ourselves to others. Just don’t do it. Do whatever you have to do to stop comparing, and work on that every day.
• I am beautiful—even when I am tired, or cranky, or sick, or stressed. It is important to tell myself I am beautiful. Even if I don’t feel beautiful at that moment. That’s when I need to hear it most. And I need to hear it from myself.

I am now in my early thirties, I've had two babies, and don't plan to stop there. While sometimes I can still see that asparagus 8^thgrader hovering around my long torso, I can also see the woman I've become, thanks to my children. My hips finally fill out my jeans appropriately. And I no longer stuff my bra with shoulder pads (because I can buy them padded in the first place). I am unique. And my goal as a mother is to make sure my daughter feels as loved and beautiful and valued as I did growing up—that she is perfect as she is. It is my hope that women can remember to celebrate their own differences more and more. That's just the way it's meant to be.

Homemaker's Uniform: Texture & Shine

Today, the conclusion to ardent Annie's Query. The harried homemaker's bedecking backswing can unfortunately roll into the sartorial gutter, repeating the same fashion routine, even with the application of different accoutrements.  


To strike a striking ensemble next bowl, add interest with one of the five fundamentals:

• Color: The hue or chroma, strategize anywhere in between monochromatic and double split complementary
  (when it comes to durability, darkness cloaks far more.)
• Pattern: The print of the fabric, with a spectrum open betwixt solid and mismatched motifs
  (unintentional additions to an already variegated background are far less likely to be noticed.)
• Shape: The garment's architecture, tailored to form, loosely draped, or stiffly outlined.
  (Highly architectural garments tend to require the greatest level of laundry related maintenance.)
• Texture: The tactile quality extending from sleek silk to nubby wool
  (The sleeker the fabric the more likely it is to perish.  When favoring longevity, opt for coarse.)
• Luster: Light reflective quality, from brilliant lame to matte burlap
  (Shine can also be applied through accessories which will hold their new long after your t-shirt has born pills.)

I tend to fatigue the first pair, so I ventured towards the latter couple in this final exemplary ensemble.
   

A small amount of texture goes a long way in
galvanizing a black knit. 

Shine isn't allergic to daylight.
These glossy bermudas are refined yet undemanding.

Smart enough to shake the hand of an unexpected neighbor
yet durable enough to shake dust from dirty floor maps.

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What's your favorite way to add interest to an outfit?

Homeaker's Uniform: How to Style Hair without Heat

We proceed with part deux de Mère Annie's Question.  Your attentive peepers may have observed my tucked away tresses in the the Homemaking Uniform premier.  Pinning it like that in the Ante Meridien allows me shiny effortless curls when the Mister gets home Meridien Post.   

Nigh to Coco's cute curls

Watch the subsequent shortie film to learn yourself how,
thanks to Sister Ashley for learning me about the existence of this video.

Hair that does itself while I vacuum or change diapers. 
That's executive Homemaking multi-tasking.