The Blueprint

I’m normally a pretty neutral dresser–blacks, whites, grays, browns, denims. But every season, I find myself obsessing over a certain, unusual hue on the color wheel. This past spring, it was tangerine orange. This was especially interesting because, ever since Nickelodeon painted the screen with the plasticky pigment, I’ve hated the color orange. But I found myself inexplicably gravitating toward it in every store. I bought a bright orange blazer and an orange sleeveless top, frequently rocked coral-orange eyeshadow and nail polish, and even bought an orange lipstick.

While I was home for the weekend, I had to make a Forever 21 run. (Since the shopping in my college town is less than limited, it would be a sin not to.) And I stumbled upon this stunning Blue Man Group-colored scarf that I just had to have. I also eyeballed an electric blue cross-body bag, and some royal blue nail polish, and realized, I’ve found my shade for the season: bright, cobalt blue.

Dance With My Father

Yesterday (or earlier today, rather) was Father’s Day, and I am so grateful that I was able to let my Pops know how much I appreciate him. He is truly one of my best friends, and I hope that one day, I’m able to give him even a fraction of what he has given me. He is also one of the flyest dressers I know (even if I did have to beg him to let go of the fanny pack). The man is just the coolest.