4.15.2014

Yankee Feminist Liberal 'Crat...






Skirt and Shoes: F21, Shirt: TJ Maxx, Necklace: Some small boutique in NoDa, it was made be a local Charlotte designer.

This is what I wore to work late last week and then out to dinner with the Manfriend and his dad (who was in town for the evening). Although, this outfit is a little out of my comfort zone. I felt like someone else all day in it.

It's ultra-preppy. I mean... pink, navy, and pearls, come on?!? So I did what I could and spiced it up with fun shoes. I think a Southern preppy look is cute on some women, but I always feel like a weirdo imposter when I end up wearing it. I feel like it's Halloween and I'm dressed like a Republican sorority sister, but under the pearls lies a card-carrying Liberal feminist posing as a sweet Southern Belle. Not that you can't be a liberal feminist and dress preppy, obviously you can do whatever the hell you want, but that's the stereotype I have in my head.

Speaking of labels, my Manfriend and I were doing the whole "getting to know you" thing on our first date, and by the end of our 3-hour conversation (4 glasses of wine, and enough sushi for 5 grown men) he had nicknamed me a "Yankee Feminist Liberal-'Crat" (or Northern, Feminist, Liberal Democrat for those of you who haven't had your coffee yet). The name stuck and I must say, out of all of the nicknames he has for me, that one is my favorite. He was like... "Huh... it's weird. You look like a Southern girl, but then you open your mouth and this Yankee, Feminist, LiberalCrat comes out."

Four years ago I wasn't sure quite where he was going with that statement. You know, like, if it was a compliment or an insult?? But, I am happy to report that it was indeed a compliment. He's kind of the best. He loves me, and all of my loud-mouthed, liberal, feminist, non-traditional views. I mean... I drive him up a damn wall sometimes, and it's a gamble taking me to dinner parties, but hell... that's half the fun.

4.09.2014

Style Under the Stars



I didn't have time to do a legit post in this outfit, but here are a couple of pictures that show what I wore to a fashion show last Friday. These pictures also prove that I have some of the hottest friends around. Right? Bad, bad bitches.

This shirt is a bodysuit. Yup. If you were in middle/high school in the 1990's like me you know that that means two things... crotch snaps and that going to the bathroom is nothing short of an adventure. When I was in 6th grade bodysuits were BIG... but so was I. Too chubby to pull them off. So essentially I have spent 20 years wanting to wear one. Annnd... here you have it folks. Me... in a bodysuit. Twenty friggin years in the making. I still don't look like the ballerina, but then again I never will. It took me a long time to realize that sometimes you just need to do what you want.

Wear the damn bodysuit. Eff it.

Here are some of my favorite looks from the show we attended.



Sloan Boutique

Sloan Boutique

Sloan Boutique

Sloan Boutique

KK Bloom

KK Bloom

KK Bloom

KK Bloom

The Cheeky Bean

The Cheeky Bean

The Cheeky Bean

Vestique

Lotus

Lotus

Lotus

Lotus

Lotus

Off 5th

Off 5th

Off 5th



4.08.2014

A Long Butt and Lace Peplum









Jumpsuit: Marshalls, Shoes: ShoeDazzle, Earrings: Francesca's

HEY, HEY, HEY....

What's up, Mamacitas???? I feel like I have been neglecting the ol' blog a bit lately.

I've been insanely busy with my corporate 9-5, Pilates teacher training every weekend, teaching Pilates group classes at my house and 1:1 private classes (because, you know, I'm super fancy like that) during the week, oh... and my nutrition program/studying. Man... you'd think I'd be the healthiest person alive with all of that going on, but yet... umm... that's a big fat NO. Capital "N".

Anyway... last week I was invited to a bridal fashion show for Ladies of Lineage and this is what I wore. Jumpsuits are a bit of a man repeller outfit if you ask me. Most women love them, but I think a lot of  dudes get turned off by what I call the "long butt effect". There aren't many guys that dig a high "1980's esque" waistband. My manfriend was not around when I had this on, so I'm not sure what he thought, but I think that's a pretty safe generalization. Ahhh well, I dress for myself, and sometimes other women, but rarely for guys. If we dressed for men we'd all be walking around buck ass naked under a kitchen apron in 6 inch heels. Am I right?

Oh, and if you like looking at wedding gowns (and who doesn't?), you can scoot on over to the photography page and check out some of the pics I took at the fashion show. I was digging all of the beautiful details. I mean... lace peplum??? Shut your mouth. Enjoy! XOXO


4.02.2014

How I Met Your Mother...







Skirt: Banana Republic Outlet, Shirt: Old Navy, Watch: Michael Kors, Rings: snake ring Stella & Dot... stone ring LeVian at Jared, Necklace: CeleneStones (custom piece- e-mail Krista at < CeleneStones@gmail.com > to get your own and if you mention ModaFresca Blog, you'll get 15% off)

1. You know how sometimes you point something embarrassing out about yourself before someone else can make fun of you for it? About that...

My armpits. I put deodorant on before I left the house this morning and unbeknown to me, it stained my shirt. Bad. So... it looked like I was pitting out all day. I didn't notice it until I took these photos on my way to work (pic #3). Did I go home and change? No. Did I keep my arms down all day? You're damn straight I did. Nothing says professional like a strong case of pit rot. Awesome. Juuuuuust friggin' awesome.

2. Often times an article of clothing will remind me of certain things. Where I wore it... who I was with... a good or bad memory, etc.  This skirt is one of those pieces. I bought it in 2004 at Banana Republic (the outlet, I am sure... I was a broke ass buster in 2004 so there is no way I bought in the the real store). I've only worn it a few times over the last 10 years. One of the times I wore it was the first time I met my Manfriend's mom. Yup... the year... 2010... the month... May. We hadn't been seeing each other long at all when she flew in to visit. I was nervous. I wanted to have on something nice, but nothing that made it seem like I was trying too hard. Something cute, but not trendy or trashy... something stylish, but not over the top. Something that did NOT make her think... "What in the WORLD is my handsome, smart, successful son doing with this trashy-ass white chick?????" I'm not sure my skirt choice had anything to do with it, but we hit it off famously and now we are like peas and carrots. So... I guess you could say that this is my "How I Met Your Mother" skirt.

It's a good thing I wasn't also wearing this shirt 10 years ago. I can't imagine visible pit stains making a strong first impression? I'm sure she would have been all like.... "Uh... I'm going to need you to do better. Aim higher, son. Aim higher. "

3.31.2014

Exhaustion and a Sincere "Thank You"...






Jacket: Lotus, Jeans: Old Navy, Shirt: Target, Shoes: Marshalls, Watch: Michael Kors, Bracelets: Alex & Ani
 YO YO YO!!!!! What's Up, Mamacitas!?!?!?

(That sentence read like I have a TON of energy and am in a really good mood, didn't it? Wrong.)

I have barely been able to keep my eyes open all day. (I had almost 20 hours of Pilates teacher training this weekend). As a matter of fact, when I woke up this morning, I was so tired that I didn't even TRUST myself. I was planning on working from home, but as soon as I made my bed I face planted right back onto the top of it and set my alarm for 6 minutes in the future. 6 worthless minutes.

I was SO tired, that I knew if I was left alone I was going to reschedule all of my meetings and hibernate until the next day. Since I don't have the kind of job where checking out is really an option; I put my big girl draws on and drove into the office. Every one of my co-workers knew something was fishy when I strolled in wearing jeans. They were all like.... "whaaaaat's wrong with yoooooou?????". 

I just didn't have it in me today. On a scale of 1-10, my "Give-A-Shit-O-Meter" was hovering right around a zero. I'm sure it goes w/o saying that since I was exhausted, I sure as hell didn't wash my hair while I was in the shower. Not a big deal, right? I rarely wash my hair. Except today (when I wanted to die already) I get out to find that I am out of dry shampoo. CODE RED. I'm on like day 5 w/o washing. The grease is real, folks... and it is no joke. So... I opted for the next best thing. I threw some baby powder in there. And by "some"... I mean, like a shit-ton. I smelled like a baby's ass all day. If you were to pat my head white dust would come flying up into a fat cumulus cloud above my head. Pig-Pen (from Charlie Brown) has nothing on this filth.

Oh and before I go... I wanted to thank everyone who reached out to me about helping Paula (my friend from the gas station). I wrote about her story a couple of weeks ago and people came out of the woodwork to help.

We hooked Paula and her 2 boys up with:
  •  3 New Sheet Sets
  •  New Bath Towels
  •  Brand New Pillows
  •  Bath Mats
  •  1 Down Comforter
  •  1 King Comforter Set
  •  Picture Frames
  •  Shelves for her Living Room
  •  Air Fresheners and Candles
  •  A Throw Blanket
  •  Hairdryers
  •  Target Gift Cards
  •  Bed, Bath, and Beyond Gift Card
  •  Cleaning Supplies and Household Items
  •  Laundry Detergent
And... I still have people reaching out to get furniture and gift cards to her. Paula was overwhelmed by everyone's kindness and generosity. She kept saying over and over..."Oh my gosh, I needed this. My goodness... your friends are SO kind. Thank you, God! Please thank everyone for me, Melissa. I just can't believe that people I don't even know care. Oh my goodness, this is amazing."

She suggested we take a picture to let everyone know that she is real and that I am not hoarding all of your donations.

So... from the bottom of her heart (and mine) THANK YOU SO MUCH. You made a world of difference to her and her sons. The day after I dropped off our first donation... she had her makeup back on. When I told her she looked nice, she said... "Thank you, I feel good today, so I wanted to look good."