Style

Style

Adulting

Adulting sweatshirt in red available on glam camp

Faking it today. 

Adulting is hard, yo.

So hard that we decided to make a sweatshirt about it. We made it super crazy soft and that exact shape that you always want your sweatshirts to be (loose and slightly oversized without looking like you're a four-year-old wearing a sleeping bag), and perfectly lightweight, so you can wear it all the grown-up places you don't want to go but have to anyway, like the supermarket and barre class and for your three-hour (minimum) trip to the AT&T store later this afternoon because WHAT'S UP WITH THE OVERAGE CHARGES GUYS.

Makeup & Beauty

The Really Bad Cut

Wavy blonde bob on Jordan Reid

February 2015

This is my favorite haircut I have ever gotten. It's a shot from exactly a year ago, when Karmela (my stylist at John Sahag, who I found after reading about the salon in an Allure Magazine way back when I was in high school) and I decided to chop off my increasingly straggly post-partum locks into a bob. And I've been a bob girl ever since.

Except then I got The Really Bad Cut. I remember when I moved out to California, my mom saying "Oh you'll just have to come back to New York when you need a haircut so Karmela can do it," because apparently my mother is under the impression that I have transformed into an heiress, or perhaps just a very wealthy socialite of the Hilton genus. ("...Shall I take the private plane, mama? Or must I fly first class with the plebeians again?")

My Looks

Gold Rush

Style blogger Jordan Reid of Ramshackle Glam in a gold holiday dress by Modcloth

{ ModCloth Dress }

I once had this dress.

It was red, and cut practically down to my bellybutton, and skin-tight, and was basically everything that I typically do not look for in clothing. But every single time I put it on (prior to, ohhhh, let's say October 21, 2011, the date after which anything cut down to my bellybutton was most definitely not going on my body), I felt AMAZING. I felt like I glowed; like when I walked into a room everyone noticed (which they probably did, because, like I said: skin-tight and red).

My Looks

All Things Sparkly And Bright

Jordan Reid and husband Kendrick Strauch

Getting dressed for a holiday party, chez us, is quite the undertaking. First, the TV goes on because life is easier when the TV goes on. If I can get Indy poured into clothing accompanied by the strains of Bubble Guppies the whole process moves far, far more quickly, and when you have four people to get out of the house anything that happens quickly is basically a miracle.

Next up is Goldie, who is generally the most laid-back, sweet-natured child on the planet, but who, when confronted with clothing that she likes, dials up the volume as high as it can possibly go. She does not want to wear those shoes, she wants to wear THESE shoes. And THAT DRESS. <shrieking if dress does not go on body in .5 seconds.> AND I NEED TO WEAR THAT SWEATER AND IF YOU TRY TO DELAY THE PROCESS OF PUTTING IT ON ME, MAMA, I WILL TAKE YOU DOWN. (As a refresher, she is 16 months old.)

So it’s a process. But a fun one, because man are they ever cute in their holiday gear.


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