Happy Friday!

I don’t know about you all, but this week has found me struggling to get out of bed in the morning. I’m having a difficult time with Daylight Savings this year, more so than in years past. It doesn’t help that because of Snowquester 2013 we had a five day weekend. Now, I’m not really what you would call a “morning person” anyway so the mornings this week have been particularly unpleasant. Here is a brief summary of my week thus far:

Monday- Alarm goes off and I hit “snooze”… three times. I have neither the time or energy to make coffee (the coffee maker was hiding behind a stack of dishes needing to be washed from the night before. Too much effort to move them aside.) so I opt for green tea instead. I tell myself my choice was “healthy” and not just “lazy.” As a result, I am exhausted for the rest of the day. Also, I am late to work.

Tuesday- My alarm goes off and I hit “snooze.” I then sleep through my alarm when it goes off again and wake up 45 minutes later than I should. Dog is barking at the cats: I have a headache. I prep the coffee maker and forget to turn it on: Coffee to go. The outfit I have chosen the night before consists of a tissue tee and new canvas flats and is longer appropriate since it seems a monsoon has moved in for the day: Wardrobe change. Late for work again. At work, I spill my coffee on my Burberry scarf. Wonderful.

Wednesday- Alarm goes off but it appears as if I am super glued to my bed. I pull myself out of it twenty minutes later. Running late. Coffee to go, again. Can’t decide what to wear to work. Grab my favorite “boyfriend” sweater. Alec drives me to work… but we get stuck behind a school bus. Late again. This is getting old.

Thursday- Manage to get up on time: Win! Out of coffee: Fail. It is a green tea day again. Although green tea makes me feel better in the long run, it doesn’t wake me up quite as well as coffee. I yawn through applying my makeup. But on the bright side, I am finally on time for work. Things are starting to look up.

Friday- I get up (almost) on time. I bought coffee yesterday, yay! I get to throw on my favorite J.Crew sweatshirt and a pair of jeans because Fridays are casual. It’s already a good day.

I finally got it right by the end of the week. Just in time for the weekend.

Now that I have mentioned that I am currently wearing my favorite J.Crew sweatshirt, I feel obligated to share it.

I adore this sweatshirt. I must say though, I’m a sucker for sweatshirts. So when I find one that is a more stylish take on the classic hoodie, I’m in love. You may have guessed by now that I am a fan of casual options just as much as I am of runway fashion. After all, my life doesn’t afford me the luxury of sporting Manolos wherever I go. We can’t all be Carrie Bradshaw, after all.

Now I’m inviting you all to jump in and share with me (and each other)! What’s your favorite Friday Fashion?

Here’s to Looking Your Best When You’re Feeling Your Worst

This morning has not been my morning.

After having the flu for almost two weeks, my body is just not recovering as quickly as I’d like it to. I got out of bed this morning, put the coffee on, and got in the shower – my usual morning routine. What is not part of my usual morning routine, however, is standing in the shower with my head against the wall and my eyes closed, trying to remember if that is shampoo or conditioner (or possibly Dove body wash?) in my hair. When I got out of the shower, I went back to bed – wet hair and all – and called in late to work… twice.

I needed a pick-me-up. I needed it badly.

When I finally ventured out of bed, several alarms and snooze reprieves later, I wasn’t feeling much better. Nevertheless, I poured myself a cup of coffee and got to the task of applying my makeup, drying my hair, and picking out my clothes for the day. At this point, I was running way behind schedule. So my plan was this: successfully cover up the yellowy, greenish “sick” look with some foundation and call it good, dry my hair just enough to avoid turning the flu into walking pneumonia (forget about styling), and throw on the comfiest clothes I could still manage to pass off as “work” attire.

Well, my foundation went on really smooth. Like incredibly smooth. I’m going to attribute this to the fact that I’m fairly certain I washed my face at least twice in the shower, another clue to my state of mind this morning. Considering that my foundation looked so nice, I figured it would be a waste of a smooth foundation day to not finish the look off with at least a little light eyeshadow and some mascara.

Next I dried my hair. I didn’t even use a hairbrush. I threw my head upside down and had at it with the hair dryer for about five minutes. I figured a pony tail would be in order, maybe even a messy bun (what’s on the outside of my head should match what’s on the inside, right?). But when I flipped my head up, I was pleasantly surprised. My hair was perfectly straight! Maybe I should wash it with body wash more often?!

Then I threw on my clothes. To be perfectly honest, this required next to no brain power. I opted for a long sweater, skinny jeans, and a pair of boots. As it is supposedly January (the temperature today is 65 degrees) I grabbed my black North Face down vest to keep cozy. What I love about that vest is that even though it is rather warm today, I’m walking around feeling like I’m wearing a pillow. It is almost enough to convince me that I’m still at home, tucked into my bed. My main goal here was comfort. But actually, I was rather surprised with the outcome when I looked in the mirror. I thought, hey, you look pretty put together for someone who practically took a nap in the shower this morning.

It was just the pick-me-up I needed. Never mind that I still feel like I left my brain on the pillow and everything inside me feels a little fuzzy – and not in the I’ve been watching kittens in teacups on youtube sort of way – I look ready for work… Even if I am an hour late.

You may be wondering what the moral of this story is. There isn’t one, really. Just wanted to share that even when it feels like the world is imploding inside your head, sometimes the beauty and fashion fates smile down on you and somehow you still manage to look put together. Don’t worry, no one will notice that your hair smells strangely like pomegranate body wash and that you aren’t really sure what day of the week it is. You can fall apart again when you get home.