I’m thrilled to report that I’ve received my first question from a reader! Anne has an evening wedding in March in New Orleans on the Steamboat Nachez and she needs the perfect outfit. I want to go! The wedding is semi-formal and “way too much fun for just any LBD.” Below are some ideas for what to wear to a delightful NOLA wedding:

Cerise Stamped Dress, Ice Mosaic Necklace, Metallic Leather Bow Belt, Dolcetta by Dolce Vita Suede Architectural Wedge, Jenna’s V-neck cardigan

Madewell Dancehall Dress, love barrette, Sam Edelman Portney, Louise Clutch Jade, Piping Plover Necklace

All my bestest best,

Megan

To learn more about the Ginger Bride and all her wedding madness click here.

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I am dreaming of the day when we will have a cool backyard and a nice little abode to have proper dinner parties. In the mean time, I keep pinning away fun party decorating ideas.

Wouldn’t it be cool to combine these two ideas that involve balloons?

First tape the strings of balloons at various heights on a wall to create an instant balloon backdrop.

(image by Martha Stewart for their “Champagne Shoot”)

And second use various shades of balloons to turn this backdrop into a beautiful ombre backdrop.

(image by Little Green Notebook)

One day, I will actually do this myself. But in the meantime if any of you do this please send pics so I can vicariously live through you. K. Thanks!

xxx,

Katalina

P.S. This could also be an affordable DIY for a wedding backdrop for all those popular smile booths that are popping up (no pun intended).

 

 

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This little set is inspired by the beautiful Katie Holmes.

Blouse ($70)/Orange Midi($39)/Sunglasses($95)/Cuff($100)/ Similar Ankle Boots($72)

We all know by now that tangerine tango/anything orange is trending for Spring 2012.  This outfit is a perfect transition from winter to spring, and does not have you waiting for warmer days to get into the pantone action. If you are still living in cold temps just add some black tights and a nice knit hat.

xxx,

Katalina

 

 

 

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(image via here)

It does not matter who you love or how you love, Valentine’s is a day just to recognize the importance of loving life and the people around you in general.

That picture above could be a fun way to display some of your Instagram’s or Polaroids!

Here are some loving links from around the web.

The beautiful story about Danny and Annie. Best. StoryCorps. Ever.

Love is love. Simple as that. Support marriage equality for all (aka the most important civil rights issue of our day) by donating to the Human Rights Campaign who is on the front line of this issue.

Occupy Valentine’s Day. Pretty hilarious.

12 Reasons Why to Date  Returned Peace Corps Volunteer.

And I am pretty sure we found Danny, our dog’s, soulmate. Her name is Marley and she seems like the sweetest pup ever.

 

xxx,

Kata

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We wanted to thank everyone who came out to the Hugh & Crye, CapFABB, and TYF event last Thursday! The studio was buzzing with chatter and filled with dudes in dandy attire.

I think my favorite comment from the night was from a lady who said, “Wow this is the first time where my husband is actually EXCITED to try on clothes for me, and I just get to sit back and sip wine.” Oh, how the tables turned that night.

Below are some more fashionably fun moments captured by the talented Colombian photographer, Sebastian Marin.

Pranav, the founder of Hugh & Crye, in action.

Twinsies! The DC Beer Baron, Dave Delaplaine, and Mike Gaubinger. This is proof that the shirts fit pretty damn well!

Some of the new prints for Spring.

The beautiful Stephie Hernandez from Thrift and Style and her hubbie Mike.

 

TYF contributor Grigsby Crawford and his brother Drew.

Sam and I.

This is where the magic happens– the Hugh & Cyre Moodboard.

Blogger, Alejandra, and her date for the night.

And to get more recaps from the night check out posts from High Fashion 4 Less, So Much To Smile About, Fashionably Broke, and Thrift and Style.

xxx,

Katalina

To learn more about Katalina click here.

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(illustration by Nan Lawson)

If you were to ask any of my friends from highschool and college if I would be the first to get married, there would probably be a unanimous, “oh hell no.” And so you guessed it… miss little feminist, serial dater, afraid of commitment (me) was the first. Sam and I have a crazy story, but in short we met two weeks before graduation, we fell for each other pretty hard, I went away to Guatemala for a supposed five months but then came back four months early, and two weeks after my return we had packed my dad’s Chevy Blazer and decided to move to the east coast together. There was no rhyme or reason, we just decided to do it. But I will tell you this, if you want to test the strength of any relationship, including a fresh budding one, I highly recommend packing up your car with all your possessions and moving across country or overseas with no plan. You will quickly learn each other’s true colors and how your significant other deals with some of the highest moments of stress. For us it worked and spontaneity is pretty much how are relationship has functioned ever since.

Three years later we got married in the beautiful city of Cartagena, Colombia, and committed the rest of our lives to each other. That being said, it has not been smooth sailing at all times. You have your ups and downs and each of you is human so it is to be expected and respected. For this blogger confession I decided to reflect on a few key lessons I have learned about marriage our first 18 months.

First, you know when you are in college and you meet someone new at a party, usually one of the first questions you are asked is, “What is your major?” Or you move to a city like DC and the first question a stranger asks you is “Where are you from and where do you work?” Well when you get married the omnipresent question you will be asked over and over again your first months is, “So does it feel different now that you are married?” And honestly you think it doesn’t, especially if you lived with the person before. Those first few months I answered no, and said it felt the same, and now I just have been dubbed with the nickname “wifey”. And then one day it will fricken’ smack you in the face and you realize, holy moly this is different. This is CRAZY different. I just made this huge commitment, a deep commitment, and I am married! I can’t explain how or why it feels different, but it does. And it is not a bad thing. It is actually is a great thing, but just be prepared to not be able to explain why it is different. Just embrace that change and all its glory.

The second thing I have learned about marriage is how incredibly important communication is. We all communicate differently and being married is figuring out how to communicate with each other in a way that lends to a healthy and positive relationship. I will give you two very poignant examples about how Sam and I have learned to communicate better with each other.

When Sam is having issues and he comes home to vent, I automatically want to solve the issue. I want to develop a plan and create lists (typical Gemini) and I want to help him resolve the situation so that he feels better. Sam does not work like that in this particular case, and resolution is not what he is seeking when he is venting. He just wants someone to listen to him. Naturally he would get frustrated by me pushing these lists on to him and I would get frustrated because I thought he was not trying to come up with a plan to change his situation. What did this mean– usually a debacle of some sort. It took several of these debacles before I realized that Sam, at that moment just needed my support and me to lend an ear. There are times when he needs me to brainstorm with him, but that is not every time. So now Sam prefaces his moments where he needs to vent with, “Babe I just need to vent and you to listen.” And sometimes he forgets, and I usually ask, “Babe is this one of those moments where you just need to vent and only need me to listen, or are we brainstorming here.” This simple, but important preface, has allowed us to make sure we are on the same page, so that a critical moment of support does not turn into a negative experience.

Another communication issue we have worked on fervently is being respectful of each other’s needs when we are about to get to the point of a fight. This sounds crazy and impossible, because fighting is basically the opposite of being respectful, but I think we kind of have figured it out and I am pretty proud of us. So what does this mean? Well we both now recognize when we are at the point of contention where it could either go downhill quick or where we can take a u-turn to Respectful Land. How do I know? Usually my heart starts beating super fast, I turn a little red in the cheeks, and I shut down. Yes, little Ms. Problem Solver, quickly shuts down to something we have now dubbed as “ice queen.” What can I say, I am a Gemini, we have multiple personalities. And Sam is the one in the relationship who wants to resolve the point of contention quickly. He keeps pushing and I keep pushing away. This just usually ends up in a whole heap of messiness. Now we have this whole routine that we put into action when we get to this point. Sam gives me twenty minutes or so to shut down and gather myself, and I respect Sam by talking about the issue, rather than ignoring it, once my heart rate has come down to a normal level. We are human so to say we now never fight would be ridic. It happens, but really not that often or at a point where it can become so hurtful to each other.

I cannot emphasize enough how working out these type of communication misgivings has been good for us as a couple and individuals. What is most important for me is that we did not figure out all of this on our own. A lot of this we figured out with the guidance and support of our parents and other wise adults whose relationships we admired. When we decided to take that serious next step and commitment, we decided that we are going to try to get all our ish resolved so that we could have the best marriage possible. We wanted to start this exciting journey on the strongest foot possible. I mean when you are living in a society where the divorce rate is past 60% why would you want anything different for you and your soul mate? Plus we all know that we cannot get through most monumental moments in our life alone, so why should marriage be different?

I know that there are those rare couples that probably do not go through these issues, but to be honest I do not want to be that couple. Being with Sam and doing this together has made me a better person and more importantly it has made me want to be a better person for him. And as cheesy as this is (I gave you a fair warning), I do feel like I am falling in love with him more and more each time we go through moments like this. Why? Because I know I have a husband who eagerly wants to work on these issues with me so we can have the best relationship that works for us. I could never ask for anything more and I am so thankful to have a husband and soul mate that pushes me, challenges me, and supports me in every way possible.

I would definitely welcome anymore tidbits of wisdom on the subject, as I know I still have much to learn! What have you learned about marriage?

And check out the other bloggers who are dishing out confessions on relationships at ApollinasHigh Fashion 4 Less, Web Haute Jes, andJulip Made.

Katalina

*Blogger Confessions is a new series that a few bloggers in the DC area have decided to participate in. It hopes to capture the multifacted lives that many bloggers live in, but sometimes is not highlighted in our blogs. In short we are trying to go beyond the pretty pink shoes and share a side of us that you often don’t see, and we do not want to start a whole new blog to share!

You can check out our first confessions about our careers here.

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The past year has been one where love did not equal relationship.  This was uncharted territory for me.  In place of romantic love, I had the challenge of finding everyday love.  As part of this process, I discovered that I felt “daily love” most deeply in two ways.

Don’t worry (gentlemen); I am not going all mushy on you.

First source, and perhaps more obvious, is myself.  Those who know me would probably tell you that I never had a shortage of Vanessa-love; but, it took a year of autonomy, great friends, and, let’s be honest, wine, to really learn to let the love flow.  Instead of judging every action, thought and status, I simply observed and acknowledged.  I allowed myself to embrace positive attributes, accept less attractive qualities, and let go of negative behavior.  The re-concentration of energy opened up room for some serious me-love.

In Woodstock, NY with some my beautiful best friends and largest sources of love!

Second “daily love” source: strangers.   Admittedly, that sounds odd.  I did not run up and hug random people on the street.  I did, however, take greater notice of my surroundings and the people buzzing through it.  There are of course those that prefer to keep to themselves.  Still, I found that the simple act of striking a conversation with a stranger or acquaintance (i.e. not someone on my key life actors list: friends, family, colleagues) generated a spark of positivity.  Any initial judgments I had of a person (that “weird” guy on the metro, loud people at starbucks, randos in class) became suspended and replaced with positive vibes.  In other, words, I found a simple way to reconnect with humanity and spread some positive energy.  Is that not the root of love?

And if you are looking for some mojo for your  “Daily love” support around town here is what I recommend:

Hot Vinyasa Flow @ The Studio DC;

“Harry Callahan at 100”, a phenom photography exhibit at the National Gallery of Art (open through March 4)

Great films at E Street Cinema s (and you can drink wine/beer during the movie!)

Enjoy the weekend people!

Vanessa

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Vanessa’s life revolves around keeping her boss at the State Department happy, staying on top of current events, kickin’ it with the lady-friends, and fashion.  She is busy with grad school, but always finds time for yoga, a solid night out, and pretending to be a food critic.  With an affinity for travel, Vanessa has lived in West Africa and carries a particular fondness for the continent in her heart. Oh, and she is trying realllly hard to learn French.  Bisous Bisous.

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(card by Modern Ink Stationary and can be bought on Etsy)

 

V-day.  V-slam. V-smile.  Take your V to work day. Natalie Portman’s shorn dome.

We all know the infamous day, and we have all become fully aware of its impending arrival through the many recognizable annual ques; ubiquitous displays and decorations, the overwhelming influx of packaging with hearts and flying fat infants with crossbows, jewelry commercials with fake couples wearing down vests, and, most alarmingly, the unwanted haunting presence of those *goddamn* horny-4-u (I believe that’s their official product name) Hallmark plush toy bears with magnets sewn into their faces.

I’d like to invite you all for a spell to venture into one of my most intimate thought catacombs regarding this day, and the aforementioned critter couple:

I have spent many a moment, beginning at a tender age, fantasizing about burglarizing my local Hallmark during the witching hour (Laura’s Hallmark to be specif-why the f did they always have a personalized possessive owner in the name of each store? I always asked if I could be helped by Laura. That degenerate was never around. Who knows if she even exists.), doing some invasive surgery on those kissy-face bears, and redepositing their magnets in very interesting and sexually suggestive bear body zones. Picture it. A customer reaches for a pair of horny bears, sweet thoughts ‘o love and tenderness a-buzz in her brain.  She picks them up, feeling their soft fur and squishy bodies, noticing the intricate detail of the big red hearts embroidered on their round bear tummies (filled with honey I’m sure of it!), looking into their kind but empty plastic eyes, and letting herself smile a bit, because she knows exactly what’s coming.  After all, she’s waited 11 months for this day.  She starts to move her hands together, slowly, anticipating the sacred union.  She’s already given her friends secret bear names. Rhett is the male, after Rhett Butler in Gone With the Wind, and the lady bear, Sandra Lee, after her favorite homemaker and party host.  The two get closer and closer, still aligned as if to share that magic kiss, mere inches away now, and her heart is beating at a rapid rate, as if it will tear right through her turtleneck and soar into the heavens. Then, suddenly, but with such satisfaction, she feels the magnetic pull.  Rhett and Sandra begin to beckon to one another, leaning in, yearning for each other’s innocent touch… the space between them now disappearing like the presence of a man in their giant host’s life. Any moment now their love will be sealed, closer and closer… their bear bodies almost touching now and suddenly! With no way to stop it, Rhett swan-dives at 60 mph straight into Sandra’s Swedish pancake.

Words cannot describe the horror and shock.  Is this some kind of a sick, twisted joke?! Why would Rhett do such a thing!? Is this her fault!? She throws the promiscuous beasts down with disgust and storms out, drafting a letter of complaint to Laura in her racing, troubled mind…

Whether you love the V, hate the V, plan its events for months, or dread it’s arrival, I do hope in my heart of hearts that you all spend it with someone you’d kill to magnet.

Happy V-day to you and yours.

(Hell, if it’s just you treat yourself to cocktail hour (from 3-11pm) and a pound of bulk candies. I recommend the often overlooked Neopolitan wafer. It’s light in weight and therefore the most economical choice. Talk about more bang for your buck. Plus, they’re *effin* delicious.)

St. Robert Valentine, pray for us.

LJ

To learn more about Lady J click here.

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(image by TheYouFinder/Katalina Mayorga)

Valentine’s Day is upon us, with the approach speed of a peregrine falcon and the sappy romanticism of Bridget Jones’s Diary. This quintessential Hallmark holiday always polarizes people with the same intensity as Tim Tebow and Michael Moore.  It produces that familiar cliché, the “love-hate relationship.”

Love and hate don’t just apply to people. We prize and detest foods, places, activities and even the random inanimate object.   With this in mind, I now write about something that I usually love but sometimes hate, my adopted city and the home of TheYouFinder, Washington, DC.

The love I have for my new Washington (My old Washington is of the state variety) is broad and deep.  Firstly, and most obviously, I enjoy the thousands of beautiful, driven and socially competent young women. Yes, I have taken the DuPont escalator ride at 6 pm on a weeknight to enjoy the view, and don’t get all judgy about it. The women are great, but the brains in both sexes are better.  I love the arcane public policy issues that people can talk about with comfort.  There is no shame in being a nerd here, at least not for Medicare reimbursement rates or campaign finance reform.

Beyond beauty and intelligence, people here are welcoming of outsiders.  In Seattle, my first city, people are friendly, but it is hard to break into a social group and make new friends.  People in DC are not necessarily the friendliest, but they are willing to invite you to watch a sporting event or a to meet new people at a happy hour.  It makes moving for work (why most of us are here) that much easier.

The people are great, but the pieces of the city add up to a fantastic whole.  The free museums of the Smithsonian, mid-east coast location and international influence give Washington a unique character that is emulated by exactly zero other American cities.  In terms of crazy nightlife, it is not as exciting as New York City, Miami or Chicago, but that’s quite all right.  On a leisurely weekend, one can go to an amazing brunch, check out the zoo (for free), walk past dozens of amazing embassies, check out the White House and National Mall and have time to catch a show at the Black Cat or Kennedy Center, depending on your mood (or demographic).  People want to visit me here, which is more than my buddy Ethan can say about living in Tampa.

So the people are great and the city has a lot to offer.  What’s a guy to be upset about? Like most things in this world, the best parts can also be the worst.  Let’s take the intelligence of the people for an example. Young people in DC are very knowledgeable and successful (aka Type A), but because they know they are smart, they can be arrogant and abrasive.  The third question (after name and hometown) is always, “What do you do?” (This is 115% true, by the way) There are people that make friends based on their connections, political or otherwise.

The transient nature of the city, while making it easier to make friends, also makes it easier to forget about people and friends can slip through the cracks.  DC is politically and regionally polarized as well.  For example, I hang out with mostly people from the Pacific Northwest and mostly liberals (same same but different). Social sorting is a fact of life, but it is easy for a commonly held belief in a group to become the truth, regardless of whether it is true or not, and I have seen it happen here on more than one occassion.

Finally, DC’s status as a second-tier (or maybe even third-tier?) city can be painfully apparent.  Architecturally, some buildings (FBI’s monstrosity on Pennsylvania Avenue) and neighborhoods (the depressingly impersonal area around the SW Waterfront and Nats Stadium) are just awful.  The local art and music scene (with some notable exceptions, see: Chuck Brown) are unfortunately appropriate for the seat of the federal government.

I must stress that the positives greatly outweigh the negatives.  When I am asked, “Do you like living in DC?” I respond, “I LOVE living in DC!”  It is an amazing town, with wonderful people and lots to do. As it is with BFs/GFs/fiancées/spouses, no one is going to be completely happy with their partner in love. That doesn’t mean the relationship is bad. Happiness means nothing if it isn’t occasionally accompanied by sadness.  So, DC, even if you piss me off sometimes, I still love you.  Warts and all.

Love,

James

PS – Yes that is my street.  And yes, it smelled like rancid butt.

To learn more about James click here.

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Valintino Little Red Dress Inspired Red Velvet Valentine’s Day Cake

Ahh, love.  It’s the greatest commandment, the most powerful healer of wounds and surely the most over-used describer of our feelings about a person, place or thing.  I’ve tried to be aware of my own indiscriminate use of the love word when describing items that I have even the slightest affection for, from my favorite nail polish to a huge plate of nachos.  We definitely throw it around a bit too hastily but I’ve tried to use alternatives like, am partial to and am affectionate for and the message doesn’t quite come through the same.  I’m reminded of lines from Sense and Sensibility:

Elinor Dashwood: I do not attempt to deny that I think very highly of him – that I greatly esteem him… I like him.
Marianne: Esteem him? Like him? Use those insipid words again and I shall leave the room this instant.

Since this is Apollina’s Kitchen, I’m going to limit my talk of love to the kind that goes on in the kitchen, love baking.  It’s most near to Eros love rather than Philos or Agape, since the reason I love it is because of the way it makes me feel.  To be frank, I’m not even sure if my feelings elevate to the love level, it’s more of a fervent like really.  I don’t utterly enjoy the actual measuring, mixing and pouring; it’s the designing, the creative aspect of whipping something up that I’m fond of.  The process feeds me (in multiple ways), I truly delight in creating something new and somewhat unthought out.  What I love is seeing my vision be manifested in reality, whether it forms out of flour and sugar or blood, sweat and tears, it is good for my heart to see an actual product of my work.

When I’m love baking, it’s not a pretty sight.  I’m a total mess, a complete disaster some would say.  I think that’s another thing I love about being in the kitchen, that I can do whatever I want in whatever fashion I like… splatter batter all over the walls (regular occurrence), experiment with different ways to crack an egg (waste a lot of eggs) and improvise the whole way through.  So, my cakes are the product of my feeling total freedom – which is what I really, really love.  To feel completely free.  Creatively and physically and emotionally and etc.  And I love cake.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Apollina

To learn more about Apollina click here!

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This cake was originally featured on Apollina’s blog, Apollinas. Since then it has been buzzing around the internet and featured in some major fashion outlets such as Refinery29. Head over to her blog to see more pictures and the dress that inspired it all.

And if you want more Apollina inspiration like her Facebook page here or follow her on Twitter!

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