HA! What a beautiful frame. You are so dearly welcome.
HA! What a beautiful frame. You are so dearly welcome.
LADIES. If I have learned one thing by the ripe old age of 26, it’s that no matter what number the tag in your jeans tells you you are, swimsuit shopping is. the. PITS.
You feel me? You do. I know you (probably) do.
Yesterday was National Bikini Day, a holiday not wasted on me.
The word bikini is actually derived from the Latin bikino*, which translates to “a type of garment used to torture perfectly fine young females into feeling lesser-than, on the regular.”
(*may or may not be factual, and in fact 6 hours of sun + rosé doing the talking.)
After the age of like 12, swimsuit shopping just sucks imho. I remember the fun of going and picking my swimsuit when school was out every summer, and wearing it until it was so pilled in the bum and the color so worn for wear that it retired at labor day’s end, in a perfectly satisfactorily way. NOW? Now. Now I have a perfectly wearable, non-pilled suit I was a little embarrassed to wear because it’s two years old, but I’ve worn it probably 5 times and it’s been on the Instagram already. I was too embarrassed to ‘gram a suit that has been ‘grammed multiple times before! Like WHAT?
It isn’t enough to find a suit that suits you and your self esteem, but it has to be current and NEVER BEFORE SEEN. I am guilty as guilty gets, but man is that pressure maddening.
I know more girls than I shed a tear when beloved VS stopped retailing swimwear, which just made the struggle that much harder. When your top hits a particular size threshold, it becomes quite difficult to find a reasonably priced, supportive, non-granny top (the magical trifecta.) Or a bottom that doesn’t give up all your secrets while avoiding looking like a flashy adult diaper.
Suits that I’ve found that fit the criteria:
Old Navy square neck one piece. Austin kept saying I looked like Wendy Peffercorn, which wasn’t an insult! It comes in a few colors, but the yellow is the only one with the texture I liked. I’m not a fan of the super slick one pieces that seem to highlight all the wrong rolls. The MOST supportive? Naw. But supportive enough with a corset-like back to help harness you in, while being way budget friendly? Yes, please.
Target’s new Shade & Shore line is A+ in my book. The bottoms weren’t as high as one long-torso’d soul would hope, but they were fine while having great on-trend detailing (and decent coverage!) The tops are sized by cups, adding major brownie points.
This is old faithful that you may have seen me wear more than once! The pattern is from 2016, but I am in LOVE with this boyleg one-piece style, and plan on trying to find one on sale at summer’s end!
My last tip is basically just to find a pair of black bottoms that you love (high waisted black bottoms, are my fave flattering shape from Old Navy) and then find a top somewhere else you love that has a little black in it! Mixing and matching without looking too mix-and-match is sometimes just the way to go. It eases the pressure of finding the PERFECT BIKINI in one swoop.
Anyone have any swimsuit secrets they’ve been holding out with? Comment, please, and share the love!
I’ve loved the reinvention and evolution of the classic button-down trend over the last five or so years. (Ah yes, suspend disbelief with me and let’s pretend for a time that I’m truly an expert in the broad field of Fashion, dear reader. Am I fooling anyone? And now collectively, let’s L-O-L, because we all really know I’m just a girl who likes buying clothes and talking about them with you. Just a friendly reminder that the only credentials I have were self-endowed given years of retail styling and a slight bent toward shopaholicism.)
Truly, though, from basic button-up work blouses, to shirt dresses, to skirts, to rompers, classic button-up styles have really evolved, and this summer, are trending hard. (By June of 2018, I’m sure the news that front buttons are in is not surprising.)
What is surprising? Let’s be honest, probably nothing about this post. I just found a dang great, on-trend, comfy as all get out skirt that I’d love for all my friends to know about.
It caught my eye pretty immediately because the front snaps are the exact shade of some of my most commonly adorned, brushed-gold jewelry, and I felt it would make a great summer staple-with-a-twist. Given my height and build, as much as I love them, full top to bottom seam front-buttons can be precariously PG-13 if the buttons aren’t placed strategically. I’ve had quite a few dressing room nopes due to wide gapping, and was elated that this was a resounding fitting room YEP.
Front buttons/snaps, midi-length, fully lined, tie waist, soft/non-cripsy fabric: an ultimate 3-trends-with-1-stone skirt. You know the kind. (Oh? You don’t? Maybe give this a shot if you fancy a midi.)
Happy Sunday, and happy styling, friends. (PSA, as of today June 24, it’s also 40% off!)
My mother is a baker; the kitchen barstools, something of a counseling couch in my childhood home.
This isn’t breaking news to anyone who befriended any of our family in the last 1-to-30 years, plus is likely 100% responsible for my personal sweet tooth and affinity for knowing my way around a spatula. I spent hours of adolescence sitting at the counter watching my mother bake, talking, and consciously or not, committing her motions to memory. A love of baking for me is as much about the sugar as it is about the bond it gives us.
In no small part due to our regular kitchen-counter counseling sessions, there are parts of baking & cooking that come as naturally to me as laughing. I don’t remember exactly when or where I actually learned some of it all. In the same way, there are “recipes” that I just know. One of them is this 1-2-3 Cake Mix Cookie -a lifesaver on a day I want to bake, but not really really bake, you feel me?
God bless you, Betty Crocker & Sandy Mosier for the gift of these cookies.
Today, I added a good squeeze of 1/2 a lemon because I had one, and I wanted to for a boost of lemon flavor (non-essential, obviously).
(Dough to Done for reference.)
Purple (Ultra Violet) was officially crowned Pantone Color of the Year 2018 by the design gods that be, but I think someone forgot to tell Pink.
Have you noticed, too? I could be living in a visual echo chamber where I’m choosing see what I’m putting out into the universe lately, and I’m here to tell you, it’s been a whole lotta pink.
Everything from work wear to loungewear -and a heck of a lot of home furnishings, actually- have been the perfect shade of Pepto in 2018.
Once upon a time, Younger Robin would have probably sneered about not being “much of a pink person.” Even then, I don’t think that was entirely true. I think I didn’t want to be a pink person, because a pink person was -duh- decidedly rather unhardcore. Little feminist I was (am), I couldn’t dare be associated with anything that left that the softness of my core in question. The horror.
Freshly 26 and caring less and less about perception these days, I’m here to confess that I do believe myself to be a Pink Person, and that in truly Legally Brunette fashion, this is most assuredly not a measure of my emotional and intellectual might and hardcorness.
As I will prove to you with my Cake Batter and Gummy Bear ice cream order in a sprinkle cone, because whose taste buds actually need to grow up?
Now the Pink Elephants on Parade are outta the room, these are a few favorite things that have graced my browser history the last couple of months (and a few that made it to my closet!)
Blush Vans (Great casual Spring staple! Have! Love!)
Pink Button Down.
Pink Blazer (Super on sale tonight, have, and love.)
Pink Cardigan (Softest ever, have and love.)
These precious pink mules.
Fun pink and gold tassel earrings.
Between the years of like 2000-2004, laying out my outfits was basically as easy as pairing this t-shirt with those jeans, and polishing my nails to match the day’s ensemble. Repeat Monday-Friday. (Early signs of a little O to the C to the D? Just maybe.)
In those early, awkward middle school days, Aeropostale took far more babysitting dollars from my wallet than ought have been legal because their monkey-themed screen t-shirts were t h e c o o l e s t. Until a newsflash came down the pike from my best friend’s coolest older sister that… it wasn’t. (And just maybe, never had been. The horror.)
And without so much as blinking, I remember a new fashion commandment being chiseled into my frontal lobe: screen tee’s were out. So for years -we are talking years- I banned screen-tees from my wardrobing choices. (Unless they had a band. Those could stay. Bands were always cool.)
I laugh now at how malleable I had been + how on trend a good, styled screen-tee has become in the last few years. Layered over dresses, under sharp blazers and soft cardigans, or tucked into high-waisted denim, it’s hard to ignore the graphic tee in 2018. They’re everywhere (sans the Aero monkeys, but I think that’s fine.)
On point with trendy budget options as always, I’ve been super in love with this little soft, metallic graphic tee from Old Navy. They have some of the SERIOUSLY cutest, versatile tees for CHEAP. They fit me true to size with a relaxed fit, but I size up sometimes for a loose fit/to knot the side for something different. I also like that they aren’t skintight like a lot of basic/inexpensive tee options tend to be.
I paired mine with one of the softest cardis in my closet, linked here. (Which happens to be a pretty dead-ringer match to my nails. Coincidence?)
High. Five. Indeed. We’ve been high-fiving a lot of things* around Casa Karber, as of late, primarily today (yesterday) the fact that February is over.
From everyone’s “how can it be March already?!”s, I feel like I may be alone in asking did it feel like it took twenty years to get through January-February this year? It sure did in Robin Time, I tell you. Give or take a decade.
(*Let’s clear the air, “high-fiving a lot of things” does not mean babies. It’s never babies. At this age, married, I’ve realized I have to make this abundantly clear + tell people to get their mind out of my uterus on a regular basis. Unless I explicitly say it has to do with babies, know it has nothing to do with babies.)
(Because it’s been a hot minute since I’ve thrown up a HFFF, reminder that these are just 5 of the best things that happened this week/lately! Always look for the silver lining, folks, and celebrate the sprinkles. That’s the whole point.)
1.It’s March, and if you haven’t caught on, I’m happy about it. March should be good to us this year + I’m seeing my family this month, and I haven’t seen them since NYE. Also, we’ve been living this will it won’t it Winter in Texas, and as typically a cold-weather-fanatic as I usually am… I’m over it. I’m over flu, Kleenex, antihistamines, and dead grass. Whoever is new Spring-Loving Robin is, she says bring on the sunshine, suntans, sundresses, and blooms.
I feel so totally basic, but I so totally don’t care.
2. Can we all agree Target has stepped up their game in the shoe department? I don’t know who took over in buying, but let’s collectively send them an eHug and maybe several boxes of Tiff’s Treats because thank you for making trendy Spring shoes affordable.
I’m excited to wear the ever living soles out of these woven mules. Almost as excited as I was to find slides marked down to $5? I’ll scour Target Clearance on the regular, if I can. You never know what little loves will pop out, like the slides that will get me well through pedicure season.
3. If you’ve followed my Instagram, you’ll know Austin and I saw St. Vincent last Saturday, AKA the true love of both of our lives. From her thigh-high, hot pink stiletto boots + flawless vocal/guitar rockstar performance, it’s easy to say the obsession is running deeper than ever in this house, y’all. Know if we do ever get around the to kid thing, Annie is probably a name on the table.
Plus!! We bought the tickets when they came out months ago, and we ended up having an unexpectedly bad kind of bizarre-o ending to the week last week. It was so life-giving to have this date lined up. Talk about your good timing! (Bizarre-o life updates are for another day. Let’s focus on St. Vincent and her weirdly perfect hot-pink bicep muffler outfit things. Those were cool.)
4. I’ve gotten questions for years about the cut of my side bangs + how I style them, especially lately since I’ve been pushing my full bangs over. SO I finally showed ya how.
Video is not my strongest suit, but there it is if you have any questions about that sorta thing.
5. Let’s end this week on the weird note it deserves, shall we? So I’ve taken my eggs scrambled for years –my whole life- and thought they were fine. Runny eggs totally freaked me out, even though I had never tried them. (A recently converted picky eater, there are hurdles I’ve yet to jump, but I’m getting there.)
And I’m here to tell you, I’ve changed my egg order for probably ever, and I am nothing short of obsessed with over easy eggs right now. Obsessed. Like, Austin has class for the evening? Guess what I’m making for dinner.
If changing a 20+ year egg preference isn’t a life highlight worth sharing, I don’t know what is. Never say I share anything short of honest.
Word on the street is: I got a new haircut. Except the thing is, as with news whose mode of transportation is usually that of streets and vines, this rumor is false. Downright false, I tell you, and I’m here to set the record straight, because I know how much cognitive space my very own head of hair takes up in your waking hours.
I shot a quick – might I reiterate – quick, too-long, semi-chatty video about how I’ve been a-stylin’ my front fringe these days. A little how-to, if you will. And if you won’t, that’s fine, too! I just get questions semi-often when I wear my bangs to the side: a) is it a new cut? or b) how do I style them?
I’m here to show you, friends, it’s really pretty simple. I’ll say it in the video, but this is a hopefully helpful tool if you’ve forgone a haircut for so long your husband calls you “Cousin It” when your bangs hang low OR you’re in the process of genuinely growing them out. Mine is the former. Key takeaway: create separation along the part + add bend to make them move in the direction you want them to.
I’m a strong believer in a good haircut, but maybe an even stronger believer in learning how to work with the cut you’re given and figure out what products/techniques give you the ‘do you just can’t quit selfie-ing.
Prepare yourself for the most high-budget film of your life. It is Oscar Season, after all.
The perpetual not-winter-not-warm weather pattern sitting over Dallas in recent months has forced me give my transitional outerwear a lot of love lately. We’ll call this the silver lining to the otherwise frustrating getting-dressed situation known as 30-degree mornings, 70-degree afternoons. (How many times can a girl complain about her climate before losing all of her readers? I’m flirting with that line, friends, flirtin’ real hard.)
Whatever the season, I don’t know if a suede jacket will ever not be a trending staple, so do yourself and your edgy side a solid and invest in one already. (Or top your next wish list with one like I finally did at Christmastime when I realized 2 years of lusting = not a phase.)
The price point on this piece is a little rich for my blood usually (aka bank account, hence my plea to Santa. Thanks for lookin’ out, SC.) So is it cliche to call it an investment? Because after basically not taking it off for 2 months, I would absolutely recommend it as an investment piece if you want a buttery suede little love to carry you through Spring.
Plus, I love mixing textures, and a suede-denim combo is about as peanut-butter-jelly as it gets in streetwear fashion. Not to mention, the moto style is probably one of the most versatile and universally flattering silhouettes in outerwear. (Or at least, that’s how I justify owning multiple leather, denim, and now suede moto/biker jackets. A little Hell’s Angel at heart, I must be.)
This isn’t a sponsored post, and I don’t even have affiliate links. I’m just a girl, telling you about my favorite jacket, because it’s that good.
I had a hot tea & happy pants weekend, with ample chicken soup for the soul & sinuses. And cuddles-a-plenty from my 12lb guard dog – quite the protector when Mom’s down for the count.