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Bare legs and mood earrings

This bridge is part of my running route and is always a loud, windy reminder that I live in Germany. I mean, it’s the freaking Autobahn. The roads speed nerds dream of driving on. And here I am, taking photos, my skirt occasionally flying up.



Ah, no tights, a light jacket and sun. I actually missed this.



I tried to make the skirt and shoes appear more casual with a simple striped tee and olive jacket. I knew patent leather shoes with a million buckles would be a style challenge, but dammit they’re so cool. These are actually my first Topshop purchase, and they’re surprisingly comfortable. I expected to suffer for the sake of having attractive feet.



Jacket: H&M
Shirt: Hollister
Skirt: Banana Republic
Shoes: Topshop
Earrings: Primark

But the MVP of today are my mood earrings. According to these little plastic beauties, I am feeling lucky and loved today. Not far off.

My neighbors are suspicious of me

I take my own blog photos, which results in me stomping around in my outfit looking for a decent place to stand around and snap photos. My equipment simply consists of a tripod, my DSLR and a small remote. To me, this is minimal and harmless but to my neighbors it is “OMG ARE YOU AN ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT TAKING PHOTOS OF OUR HOMES AND POSTING OUR ADDRESS ONLINE AND EXPLOITING OUR CHILDREN?!”

Okay, maybe not that entirely, but it’s what I thought the past couple of times a concerned neighbor questioned me while setting up for blog photos. The common theme was, “Are you working for the city and taking photos of our homes?”

And my camera was facing this background:


No, no I am not. I am facing a tall fence covered in leaves, not the inside of Frau Müller’s Badezimmer, nor her brick-framed address number.


And now my face, not your street name nor your children.


Are these bricks in the ground giving away too much information too? Will someone be able to figure out the exact coordinates of your tacky yellow house and rock garden?

I’m a little bitter.


Let’s observe this vanilla-ass outfit too. Oma’s oatmeal sweater, a c/o dress I’m wearing as a top because my body is currently a lava lamp, a basic blanket scarf I bought because it’s warm and was cheap as hell at Primark and a pair of black booties I have been wearing since Morning Ink’s conception.


Top: c/o SammyDress
Cardigan: Hollister
Jeans: American Eagle
Boots: Urban Outfitters
Scarf: Primark

My boyfriend and his parents assured me that people are taking advantage of the refugee situation as a chance to question anything suspicious in their area. Fine, I get that, especially after the sexual assaults in Köln on New Year’s. However, we all agreed that it is foolish to stop and boldly question a young woman in normal clothes standing in front of a camera, and to then talk about it with the neighbors as if I am some domestic threat.

“We’ve seen you around the neighborhood with your camera and want to know what you’re doing.”

I am not one to assume racial profiling, but I couldn’t help but ask my German boyfriend if they’re maybe stopping to talk to me because I have dark skin and features. The only other time I dealt with racism was in Germany. Is there a chance that it’s happening again?

I’m maybe saying too much and jumping to outrageous conclusions, but I am now just as suspicious of them as they are of me.

Questioning my wardrobe palette

Yesterday I realized that my wardrobe has a consistent color scheme of red, dark blues and off-white. A gloomy American flag, really.

“I wear the same colors,” I said, examining the few items I had brought to Germany. Beneath my stack of egg white sweaters and buried in my curtains of maroon I realized that I also owned one forest green sweater and this bright blue scarf I recently received from my aunt at my going away party. I tried on this scarf with several outfits, trying to fit it into this monotonous color scheme I had decided on for myself.



My skin tone is supposed to be complemented by jewel tones, but I find myself unable to work with them. I often admire mustard-colored or emerald pieces, but I stay away from them because my skin is also rather olive. I would just look like a Greek salad.




Top: Zara (similar)
Cardigan: Hollister
Jeans: American Eagle
Boots: Urban Outfitters
Scarf: Gift
Ring: Rebecca Minkoff

I kept my outfit neutral, because this scarf should stand alone. Does this work? Is it too bright? It’s so ridiculous how much a scarf can just make me question my wardrobe, and why I only seem to buy and wear certain colors. Do you do that?

Germany is finally getting cold. Hope you’re looking forward to that stack of egg white sweaters I mentioned. Such great content. Follow me now for more egg fun.


Not only is today’s outfit a bit nerdy, it is also symbolic. I have a lot of regrets in life, but I know they have shaped me into the person I am today. This year I have been able to reverse a few mistakes I made in my past, and it is August 2015 and I feel like I have my life back on the right track.

So, my lame self is wearing a Time Turner. A subtle tribute to my HP obsession, yet symbolizing the wrongs I have been able to turn around.

From warm days of soaking up the last remaining bits of summer to chilly fall nights watching your college’s soccer game, this outfit is affordable and functional for all of my new and returning college homies.










Dress: Forever 21 (similar)
Cardigan: Hollister (similar)
Flats: American Eagle
Bag: Cambridge Satchel Co.
Necklace: Barnes and Noble (collectable version)

I am starting second year German on Monday at the university I work for. This university is quite respected worldwide, so I feel very privileged to have the opportunity to take a class for credit there for free. This is a step towards earning my German language certification that I need for my master’s program.

So many changes. I am currently having a beer to cope with it all. I am beyond excited about what’s to come.

And threw away the color

“She marched to her wardrobe
And threw away the colour
Because wearing black looks mysterious
But it didn’t impress her mother
She wanted to dress her baby
In patterns and flowers
But Mariella just crossed her arms
And so she cried for hours”

I can’t wear black in the spring/summer and not think of the song “Mariella” by Kate Nash. I love a good floral sundress, but this top is so gloomy and dark and awesome. Sort of dementor-ish, yeah?







Top: Hollister (same, but striped)
Jeans: American Eagle
Shoes: American Eagle
Watch: Michael Kors
Ring: Forever 21

I’m trying my best to embrace my humidity hair, but I just look like a mopey zoo lion. I remember desperately wanting to try John Frieda Frizz-Ease as a kid, but now that I’m older I know there is nothing that can combat tropical moisture from crappy storms named Bill.

Seriously, we had all these warnings for an intense tropical storm that was supposed to decimate Houston and then…nothing. I made sure to express my disappointment in a series of tweets. Pssh, Bill.

Rockport, Texas

I think I complained about the heat and being sweaty in about 99% of my blog posts from last summer. I don’t like the heat, I don’t like the humidity, and Texas and I are just on general bad terms this time of year. It’s going through menopausal hot flashes and dragging me down its hole of misery and hormones.

I’m not exaggerating.

But hey, Rockport, Texas had the type of hot weather that didn’t make me contemplate learning Danish and moving to Greenland. I’m already struggling enough with German, yikes.

Here are some pretty pictures from my trip:













I loved seeing huge patches of wildflowers with the red sunflowers I used to pick for my mom as a kid. I saw two birds gettin’ it on that day, and even went out into the surprisingly cool water, where I was instructed to shuffle so that I don’t accidentally step on a stingray. With my luck, I’m glad I survived. I attract danger.

Dress: Hollister Co.
Cardigan: Target

This was just the first of my trips coming up in the next month. I am heading to Chicago in less than two weeks to see BABYMETAL, and then heading to Germany and Indiana not long after that! This summer may not actually be that bad.

Don’t forget to put on sunscreen.

Something old, nothing new

Layering the shawl my grandma made me over a floral dress for a warm January look.






Dress: Hollister (similar)
Cardigan: Gilly Hicks (similar)
Shoes: Sam & Libby
Shawl: Gift
Bracelet: Gift

I have one more week of being 25. When does my affinity for combat boots need to end? I mean seriously, I have similar footwear to my 14 year-old niece. She’s cool, but I put anti-aging serums on my face now and I think I’m developing arthritis from cracking my hands so much. No teenager wants to be associated with that.