Outfit Post: The Classics

This weekend we knocked off our entire Fall must-do list in one day. Pumpkin picking at Huber’s Farm, decorating a pumpkin (like Mike Wasowtski from Monsters, Inc. yup, that’s a thing), making fall cookies, hitting up D3’s school fall festival AND doing a ghost walk. Kind of overachieving for a Sunday but since we were motivated, we had to get it all in before our normal lazy Sunday routine kicks back in.

Seriously though, if you’re ever in Louisville in fall – hit up Huber’s for the fried chicken. That stuff is ridiculously good. So proud of myself for being prepared (for once in my life) and making a reservation because that wait list can get hella long. Now I am typing of this and dreaming of fried chicken. Good start to my Monday.

Speaking of Mondays, this is what I wore on the last one when I was feeling entirely unmotivated to get dressed but still needed to look presentable for work. Thankfully, this oversized Gap button-down was just back from the dry cleaners (so lazy that I just don’t iron it myself) so I threw it on over some dark jeans, added this fun, new statement piece from Max & Chloe and added some seriously old black heels. Done and done. I plan on remixing it with black skinny pants when I need to be a little more business-y.

See getting dressed isn’t stressful, you just gotta have those classics on hand and then you just throw ‘em all together when you’re running late. Which is basically every day if you’re me.

p.s. – Thanks so much for all the overwhelming kind feedback both online and off on Friday’s post about my grandpa. I really, really appreciate it and can’t say how much it meant to me. Felt like getting a big hug with every comment, text and note. Love you, mean it.

Oversized Classcic White Button-Down: Gap; Necklace: c/o Max & Chloe (get $25 off any order of $100+ with code 25OFF); Dark Wash Denim: c/o James Jeans; Bracelets: Stella & Dot (here & here); Heels: Jessica Simpson (so freaking old); Sunglasses: Burberry; Bag: Kate Spade Photos by Whitney Neal

 


How ‘Bout Them Cats?

I’m taking a little departure from my normal posts to share something close to my heart. Last week my grandfather passed away. At 85 years old (and being the youngest of his siblings), the number of close friends and family had dwindled so the funeral will be more of a very small memorial. My grandfather was too amazing a person to go without someone standing up to say something about what he meant to them and since he meant so much to me, I thought I’d share it here. Thanks for letting me take a break to share a little piece of my heart.

How ’bout them cats? A greeting as common for us as hello. Sometimes it was filled with an overwhelming excitement and pure joy; other times, happy relief. It could also be filled with an unmistakable disappointment, frustration or anger. Whatever the sentiment, our conversation always started the same with those four little words.

People always ask me how I became a Kentucky fan. Despite being born here, I grew up in Miami with a mom who liked sports as long as they could be enjoyed with a cocktail in hand (Absolute and Cranberry then, a generous pour of wine now) and the opportunity to socialize. My dad is a Louisville fan through and through and my step-dad is a mildly enthusiastic Miami fan (which he passed on to me a little later). But my grandpa was a Cats fan.

If you’ve spent more than 15 minutes in the Bluegrass state, you know that Kentucky fans come in all shapes, sizes and levels of enthusiasm. My grandpa wasn’t the decked out in blue, season ticket holding kind of fan mostly because he wasn’t the sweatshirt or team tee kind of guy and frankly we couldn’t afford tickets to games. But his enthusiasm was on par with the most rabid fans in the state.

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Some people just become fans of a team. Born into it; decked out in their parents favorite team’s gear from birth. But I can distinctly remember the day I became a Cats fan.  It was 1993 and Jamal ‘Monster Mash’ Mashburn was marching the Wildcats through the NCAA Tournament. My grandpa came to stay with me while my mom and step-dad went on their honeymoon. I was nine and at the time, didn’t care all that much about basketball. That was until I watched the Cats take on the Fab Five of Michigan.

The funny part is, the Cats lost that game and my Papaw spent the majority of it yelling at the commentators (i’ll never forget how annoyed he got that they kept talking about how great Chris Webber’s hands were), but by the end of the game I was a life-long fan. More than anything though, I think I just wanted to be like my Papaw. It was the beginning of a special bond with my grandpa that stayed strong until the day he died.

When I spent summers with my grandparents, I’d wake up every morning to him handing me the paper for my required reading – the latest recruiting news, coaches notes or NBA draft news. Every time we spoke on the phone, we’d move past the pleasantries and go straight to what was happening with the team. And after every game, we’d call each other (sometimes getting a busy tone because our timing was identical) and greet each other with the standard, “How ’bout them cats?

We only went to a game together once. Our seats were beyond horrible, high up in the dark rafters of Rupp Arena but it was always a dream of mine to go to a game together. Papaw I think would have preferred watching it together from the comfort of his home but he begrudgingly went along.  His idea of a great game day involved tuning into Cawood Ledford’s play-by-play on the radio positioned perfectly next to his recliner and spending the next two hours providing his own commentary (the good, the bad and the ugly). I think sitting there watching alongside him will always be my idea of a great game day too.

When UK won the National Championship in 2012, the minute I cleared out of the Superdome I called him. I had to give him a hard time for abandoning the team after their ONE LOSS at Indiana. He didn’t think they could do it. Every game afterwards, I’d call him and convince him they could. As silly as it sounds, I’m really glad he got to watch them win one more championship before he passed away.

My relationship with my grandpa wasn’t just about basketball. He was like another father for me and the time we spent together filled countless photo albums but our shared love of the Kentucky Wildcats was something special for just us. A language that only we spoke.

Tonight is Midnight Madness (or Big Blue Madness as it’s now called around here) –  the un-official start of the basketball season. As excited as I am about the Cats #1 pre-season ranking and all the hype surrounding the run for #9, I can’t help but feel a little sad (or blue to make a bad pun even my Papaw would love). It’s also the start of the first season without the person at the other end of the line. I know that when the clocks tick down on the first game, I’ll look down at my phone and have no one to call.

Sports are weird. Think about it. A bunch of grown men tackling each other in an attempt to get a small leather ball across a field. Or running back and forth incessantly in an attempt to get a round ball into a net using only your feet. And when you try to describe the point of baseball to a small child, you begin to realize how ridiculous all sports sound when you really break them down.

The thing about sports we all love so much isn’t simply the action on the court or field, it’s the people we share that passion with, the feeling it gives you when they win. For some people that shared experience means jumping up and down hugging in celebration or high-fiving everyone in sight but for me it was just picking up the phone, calling my favorite person and saying “How ’bout them cats?”

Outfit Post: Leopard is the New Black

I love October but it’s seriously like everyone crams all their events into this month. Okay that may be a bit of an overstatement but with the combo of work + kids + life, it seems like there haven’t been many free days on the calendar. Not complaining because nine times out of ten it’s stuff I really want to do or see but it doesn’t make much time for laundry or lounging (one of which is my favorite activity). It does also keep me away from shopping so at least that helps with my October goal. #nonewthings

In the spirit of mixing it up with what I already have (and avoiding another all black outfit … love ‘em so much), I turned to a top almost as versatile but a lot more fun than a basic black blouse. I scored this particular top at Dress & Dwell (Amanda the owner was wearing it and I immediately copied her) but you can find similar options all over the place. I wear this one with work pants and skirts as much as I do with jeans and the silky fabric means I can wear it year round. Seriously, go get one. You won’t regret it.

Everything in this outfit is remixed from my closet with the exception of this fab necklace which I scored when one of my friends hosted a jewelry party (it was last month so I am in the clear). I love it because each layer is it’s own necklace so you can mix-and-match as you please. And on top of that, one side is simple gold and the other is pave so you can flip and flop it based on what you’re feeling.

Leopard Blouse: Dress & Dwell (old but this one is spot on – pun intended); Jeans: c/o James Jeans (seen here); Heels: Sole Society (old); Bag: c/o Sole Society (seen here and here); Gold Multi-Chain Layered Necklace: Stella & Dot; Spike Bracelet: Stella & Dot; Feather Bracelet: CC Skye from RocksBox (sign up here and receive a $25 credit)

Sole Society Black Messenger Bag Photos by Whitney Neal.

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