Coachella Chic: Boho-Chic

Coachella Cuties

I can't say any of the bands made me crazy excited for this year's Coachella series (minus The Scissor Sisters, Lauren Hill and Kings of Leon) but music aside the style coming out this past weekend was very appropriate for the festival. My summer wardrobe will likely be modeled after these three ladies who are sporting relaxed, boho-chich, beachy-chic, and preppy meets hippy styles, even if I'm not in the desert flashing peace signs and eating "white chocolate" from my purse.

Speaking of...the only thing I will take from Vanessa's two Coachella outfits, although, fun and 'breezy', is her tamborine, the other pieces, I probably won't be sporting this summer. The acid-washed jean shorts and no pants are definitely looks only a select few can pull off. Good Job Vanessa, it's a tough look to rock but you definitely played into your "Coachella Character".

STAGECOACH STALLIONS

I was lucky enough to go to Indio and catch a few "HOT LOOKS" at last year's Stagecoach ...can't wait for the Stagecoach looks next weekend!

STAGECOACH 2010

What is your Style? My style is free-spirited, artistic, and whimsical

http://www.shoedazzle.com/

Right on Shoe Dazzle!! I simply chose my favorite styles, purses, style icons, and brands and this beautiful array of "ME" was created. Ok, it's Penelope Cruz and some other outstanding models, but the words and pieces really do fit me to a 'T'.  

1. Free-Spirited: As much as I want to accent my square-shaped, curveless body with tight, body hugging clothes, I feel the off-the-shoulder, frayed, and baggy style suits me a little better. The only way I can take advantage of my flat chest is to wear tops the big busted girls can't. Point flat chests!! The other reason I look at Free-Spirited as being "spot on" for my style characteristic, is my lack of knowledge when it comes to SHOES! A category my sister knows far too much about. I'd rather wear hemp strings on my feet than having to choose a pair of heels, which usually I purchase to go with one outfit then never wear them again because of their bright accents or stupid zippers that looked trashy in the first place. At least my honesty to myself and lack of certain 'things' and certain categories will create for a more comfortable, free-spirited style that suits me.

2. Artistic- I enjoy turquoise and shirts that look like they are splattered in paint. But beyond the obvious. Artistry comes from a personal opinion and unique style that not everyone needs to understand. For instance, my friend wears a different color shawl every day. I don't have to understand it, but they've actually started to grow on me because of her love and confidence in SHAWLS. Anything that references the '60s, '70s or '80s is art to me. Definitely shows my age, but Vintage Beatles, Ramones, and Smurfs.

3. Whimsical- whim·si·cal/ˈ(h)wimzikəl/- Playfully quaint or fanciful, esp. in an appealing and amusing way.

My style has a comfortable, simple feel but I always try to have a piece that screams, "I'm amusing!" :)  What can I say?? When I have accessories like this sombrero, appeal just comes natural.

Final Note: The best way to grow into your style and look good in what you wear is 1. confidence and 2. dress for your body type as my sister first told me in 7th grade. With these two rules, I know exactly where my free-spirited, artistic and whimsical style comes from.

Thanks again http://www.shoedazzle.com/, for letting me evaluate my style :)

Only In LA: American Idol in Real Life

I've dreamed of living in California since I saw my first whale in 5th grade, MiMi on her Voyage, but it is not until now that I realized how lucky I truly am. I took Mimi's advice and voyaged out to California and was lucky enough to join some of my best friends who had already settled in the sunny state. However, I think I'm even more lucky that all of my friends here happen to be determined, gorgeous, motivated and successful ladies who will take me to exciting events like American Idol! (thanks to fancy pants, Sierra Nielsen)

If you know me, you know I have talked about trying out to be America's Idol since Kelly Clarkson's performance of "A Moment Like This" in 2002. On April 6th at 5:00 sharp, my dream didn't come true, but the next best thing did. I got to see the taping of American Idol with the real JLO (Amazing with an outstanding Glow!), Steven Tyler (legendary but odd), Randy Jackson (needs a new stylist), and of course, Ken doll (i.e. Ryan Seacrest). The show was fairly strict. You couldn't wear white, labels, phones and cameras were confiscated (even though I saw Christian Slater with his, WTF?), and there were no sunglasses to be worn, which Madeline learned the hard way. I, however, did not get the memo that chewing gum was illegal in the American Idol corridors, you think Sierra would tell me something as important as the 'no gum chewing law', but no! I was forced to publicly spit my gum into a security guard's cup 20 seconds before the show began. No big deal, just our entire section saw me targeted by a security guard with a cup, who happened to see me smacking my gum from what had to be 30 rows down. I looked like a little girl who just got caught chewing gum by her 4th grade teacher, not to mention I was wearing a flower sundress. Only Me.

After this display of public humilation, I went on with my amazing American Idol experience of standing up and sitting down every five minutes, clapping on que, staring at JLO's hair and make-up people every commercial break and singing as loud as I wanted (which the gum would've gotten in the way of anyways).

It was such a great night with great friends, great performers, great/observant security guards, and a night I could experience Only in LA.

Only in LA/Only Me: The Gas Incident

One year and three months after my move from the rolling hills and wide plains of Nebraska to the energetic and non-stop L.A., I have finally just started to feel like a resident. Sure, I don't have the "papers", license, license plate, fancy car, or fake boobs to show for it; but I AM starting to navigate around town without my 'TomTom'. That says a lot for me. Now that I'm starting to know my way around (Hollywood); I'm also starting to become a bit more perceptive of things you can find 'Only in LA'. (I.e. hiking to the top of Runyan and seeing the view only found on the beginning of 'The Hills', Laker's games, being the closest I can be to Blake Griffin, and finally, PINKBERRY). Ok, Pinkberry isn't Only in LA but it tastes the best here.

For my first 'Only' post, I'd like to recall the amazing gas incident. It was a lovely, sunny L.A. morning, I had only gotten 5 hours of sleep. I was running late for work so naturally the Tracker was on empty. I filled her up enough to get from my home to work and back, got my OJ and granola bar, filled up my gas tank, and drove off. One key item was missing from my morning 'fill-up'. I forgot to take the gas pump out of the Tracker and proceeded to drive off, the whole thing disattached. Only me. Now I can no longer visit this gas station across the street from my home and I am $150 poorer.

ONLY ME!