Color Crush: Pink

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.

A Styled Screen Tee

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?)

Spring Investment: the moto jacket

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.

Jacket here! 

Valentine’s Gift Picks

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.

Our pre-Valentine’s weekend was probably less romantic than some (nose-blowing and mucus-coughing not the sexiest of looks), but it did give me time for plenty of Valentine’s eShopping and eWindow-Shopping -a hobby in which I could easily take home the gold.

I don’t know when it happened, but I think I’ve become a Valentine’s person. Could have something to do with being head over heels for my person + being chocolate obsessed + loving pretty jewelry and flowers and wine. Who could really know for sure?

If the conversation between you and your boo thang looks anything like this right now:
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know, anything.”
“Okay but what do you want?”
“Anything works, IDK.”

You can slide a little link into his DM’s of this post, and not so subtly request any or all of these things with confidence that I would love them. Because naturally, that’s what counts here, duh.

These aren’t exactly “Valentine’s Themed” – meaning they’d be wearable/usable year-round. Except the candy, which if you’re following my lead, will be consumed in-full by Saturday.
Gold Lipstick Stain Mug (also featured above! One of my faves.)
One of THE BEST candles, Diva scented.
All of the bath bombs and bubble bars from LUSH.
The prettiest dainty, everyday Necklace.
The SOFTEST pajamas, available in Tall, aka Robin-Sized (which I own in grey, aka Robin-Colored).
The best chocolate known to man (or me, at least.)
The perfume I test every time I step in an Anthropologie (Brand Tocca, Scent Colette).
FUN rosé gummies! Or Bourbon Bears, if that’s more your speed.
Happy Love Week, friends, find a reason to celebrate. Even if it’s loving yourself.

Cozy Chenille Cardi Crush

2017 has truly been the year people have partied – from runway to street wear- like it was 1999. In the resurgence of all things Nirvana, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, and will-they-won’t-they-Ross-and-Rachel, I believe to my bones the most wearable trend has been chenille.

The squishiest of knitted things, it’s the hug of a fabric that you’ll want to curl up in with a glass of wine at the end of a day, or throw on with jeans to #brunch, or over slacks to the office. I would gladly wear any of my personal chenille sweaters for any of these functions. It’s the least “trendy” of the 90’s trends, in my humble opinion, in the very best way.

Like, if you want to be kind of hip-happenin, but you feel like a choker + tattered mom jeans topped with a scrunchie might get a little side-eye from grandma at dinner next weekend, think chenille. Cozy, polished, trendy perfection.

If you’ve followed my fashion opinions for any length of time, you know versatility is the name of the wardrobing game in my book. And this fabric is just doing it for me this year.

(That scowl? Probably checking the scores to see my chances at a $700 cash fantasy football pool slipping away. Oh the highs and lows of sports.)

The featured boyfriend cardi is a Nordstrock Rack, Blan Noir clearance steal. 

Honorable mention for your shopping pleasure: I own this baby from Loft (duh) in coal grey, and it wears like a fluffy, fitted cloud. Recommended. And 50% off today, 12/18.

Fall Footwear Favorite: the mule

There’s a post from 2015 in my elephant graveyard of rambling drafts that never saw the light of published infamy titled The Shoe I Didn’t Want to Love: the mule. (TL;DR Update: still in love. Less alone. Not unique. Don’t care.)

Because in 2017, the conversation has totally shifted from “trust me, you’re gonna love these, too, when you get over the fact you saw your mom wear them in 1994” to “hey everyone, look at my cute mules.” Because in 2017, it’s more generally agreed upon that mules are, in fact, cute. God bless the fashion influencer who brought back the 90’s, am I right? 

(Open backed with a closed toe, mule in regards to footwear is actually derived from a French root and not a la Oregon Trail. Fun Fact for your Thursday.)

This pair, G. H. Bass & Co. from DSW (also available at Nordstrom!), have easily slipped into first place this Fall in my neutral footwear rotation. Where versatility meets comfort, these bad boys are thriving in my wardrobe from dresses to every leg opening of denim I put them up against.


I’m totally #1 offender of finding a shoe I love, and wearing them into an untimely, scuffed grave. Perforated suede + demi penny loafer details of a flat-lover’s dream, I foresee a similar seriously over worn, well-loved fate for these little loves. In approximately 6,000 wears. Because they feel like they’ll hold up a good couple of seasons. (All the heart-eye + prayer-hand emojis.)


Have you caught me drooling over an open-back, beige penny loafer? Yes. Am I going to pretend I’m not maybe the most boring human you’ve ever met? Not a chance. But! Every girl needs a good, neutral flat to pair with a bolder top, dress, or pant. This, I firmly believe. Beige (or camel) may not be taking any spotlights, but the detailing keeps them from being too basic while giving another piece in your outfit a chance to steal the show.



Food for thought + maybe just the reason you need to go shoe shopping.

The Poncho-Shawl: my autumn lifesaver


I love Dallas.

I love the shopping. I love the food. I love the people. (If you don’t love Dallas People, I 100% hear you, friend, but then I dare to challenge, you probably haven’t found the right people.) I love when Austin and I drive in from a weekend away, as soon as the skyline breaks the horizon, and one of us exclaims predictably, “It’s our city!” We say it every time. We love our city.

I fell in love with the idea of Dallas as a teenager: spending school trips in simple hotels, power-shopping through limited shopping mall excursions in packs of friends, experiencing thrilling vertigo from tilting my head up at a downtown high-rise between conference sessions. Coming from Amarillo, Dallas was the dreamiest of dreamy, and 100% #goals if hashtags had existed when I was fourteen.

Then Dallas became sort of “the middle ground” between Amarillo and College Station when Austin and I dated in college, give or take a 6 hour advantage in his favor. (Read: it was about the only middle ground between Amarillo and College Station with more people than cows.) We would sometimes break up our months of long-distance dating by meeting in Dallas. Roaming the city just the two of us, learning to the maneuver the highways +  squeezing in as much shopping and live music as we could, is when I think I actually fell in love with more than the idea of Dallas. I fell in love with the dream of a life with Austin Karber in Dallas, TX someday. I’m living that now, and I think that’s really cool.


This preamble is what I have been reminding myself of quite a lot lately. A lot. A lot a lot. Because let’s talk about what I most certainly did not fall in love with: the weather in Dallas.

I have been pitching some top shelf temper tantrums over the fact that Dallas just can’t quit summer, God bless my poor husband. I am a boots, and scarves, and snow sort of girl. A grumpiest-when-sweating sort of girl. A girl who should probably not live in Dallas, TX. I’ve been hearing from the more humidity-inclined, “If you hate it so much, why don’t you just move?!” But please see paragraphs 1-4, and realize I fully I understand I kinda gotta just get the heck over myself sometimes and work through my fashion/weather issues.



The fashion issue: layers are my favorite way of styling, and that can be really challenging in this climate.

One sunny, fake-fall day recently I had myself particularly worked up over the devastating high of 85, but got myself over my first-world fit with this poncho. Silliest of silly, I get it, but light-weight ponchos like this are a style lifesaver for me in this funky seasonal transition that just drags on.



It’s less of a “style-hack” probably than basic common sense, but longingly digging through the sweaters in my closet, I can usually appease my fall-fanatic brain and feel the same vibes out of a light poncho as a sweater. At least I get to layer. Over a light tank top. You know, because heat strokes.


This poncho is an oldie but a goodie that I’ve gotten miles on miles out of a la Loft I think last season, or the season before.


Tank is soft, a good length, came in good colors, and washed well. Thank you Old Navy for loving the longer-torso’d.

Office Outfitting 02: the utility blouse 

I promised a series on “Office Outfitting” once upon a time and got so far as week one before backburnering the idea for a year and a half and crushing oh so many hopes and dreams. Because I just know you all totally noticed, and totally care, and have been totally devastated.

I’ll take a solid F for promises broken, but I hope to win over your delicate good graces by introducing you to my most versatile work blouse this week. Say you’ll forgive me. And if you work in a professional environment, go invest in roughly one to seven of these blouses.

Refresher: as a workaholic-from-birth, dressing for the office often gives me less anxiety than not dressing for the office. Read: I’m a rules girl. A dress-code, please girl.

Also read: I’m acutely aware I’m really strange. I just like the feeling of put-togetherness, dress-code or not.

Professional collared work shirts are always tricky business, in my OCD book. A structured shirt is meant to -wait for it- have structure, and always presents a more positively polished front when ironed with maybe a little light starch. And who has time for that?

It’s tough to find one that will get to 5:00pm looking as presentable as 7:30am., not suffocate with its stiffness, not have funky darts down the front that make it look like the office is a little chilly if you catch my drift, and not gap unprofessionally.

Enter: the tab-sleeve utility blouse.

I have four of these in different colors, and as I live and breathe am wondering why I don’t own more. This is my holy grail business casual office blouse, and by-far gets the most use in my work wardrobe. If I’m running late, have a case of nothing-to-wear, or need a solid classic to pair with a trendier bottom -they’re my go-to. I also think they look darn-cute and put together with shorts outside the office.

Reminder #2: I’m not a sponsored post blogger. I’m just a Loft Enthusiast.

The Utility Blouse is a style Loft  almost always carries every season in varying colors and patterns.

Long sleeves if you want them, tab sleeve detailing if you don’t, back-yoke detailing and shirttail hem: it’s a truly versatile cut for tucking, layering, or wearing alone over skinnies. The best feature: the drapey, blousey, polyester fabric.

Essentially, take my laundry list of contentions with collared shirts and this fixes for them + gives you a similar vibe. It’s almost like I’m not the only girl with shirt issues or something, and Loft listened. It also looks like there’s a 40% off situation today (October 9). Run, don’t walk. And I hope when you try-on it doesn’t make me a liar, and fixes maybe one or two of your getting-ready woes, too.

P.S. I’ve been obsessed with this green suede skirt, on sale today, too!

Gingham & Girlfriend Jeans 

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When I plucked it from the rack, this top felt edgy & trendy with a follow the yellow brick road flare that confounded me, yet drew me in.

I call this feeling: the gingham conundrum. Should I sprawl out and let a couple of starry-eyed honeymooners picnic on my back? Practice my hair-flip-cappuccino-sip under a tres chic cafe patio umbrella? Milk the goats? (Or maybe, just maybe, go to lunch wearing a perfectly adorable summer pattern like a perfectly normal girl with fewer gingham complexes?)

The SLEEVES gave me serious heart eye emojis, and bent my reservations to the practicality of the classic pattern in my own wardrobe. (Gingham = not crazy. Me = up for debate.)

I had lustfully tried on several tops in similar silhouettes on our trip to Italy this past spring, but deemed each a “non-critical” fashion emergency. This $14.99 version from the racks of TJ MAXX: emergency, declared. Three cheers for silencing a lingering non-buyers remorse, and four cheers for all the euros saved on pulling the trigger on this top, instead.

Denim has been an entirely separate scouting situation.
On another budget, I could have easily taken up the two-thousand mermaid-haired, deep-pocketed fashion influencers’ jeans suggestions during the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale to fill my fall fashion gaps. (The sale I could have shopped, maybe, had there been a sale on top of sale of some of those pretties. Equal parts yikes & drool.) 
 
The four-leaf clover I was hunting: destructed, medium wash, inexpensive without feeling inexpensive (feeling inexpensive, read: poor distress-placement and ultra-spandexy.)

I tried on ten. pairs. of jeans. between a few different sales happening over the weekend (Texas’s tax-free holiday), to no avail. I punctuated a separate errand entirely, and slipped into Old Navy for a quick once-over, not looking for denim, because I rarely do at Old Navy. Lo and behold: my four leaf denim clover, setting me back a whole seventeen bones (tax-free).
Adding one more pair of destructed jeans to my weekend/evening outfit rotation was a preemptive move to keep my favorites from becoming too ratty in the way distressing can with time and wear, and I think I’ll be happy I did.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom: aka only spending less than $35 between two happy pieces in one outfit.

The gift that made me cancel Birchbox 

My mother-in-law is the kind of woman who just gives you things. It’s fantastic.

(Note: I hate calling her my mother-in-law. Let’s call her my friend Michelle.She’s been my friend Michelle much longer.)

My friend Michelle is acutely in tune with her personal style and what fits her body type and image, and has a serious knack for spotting that in others. She can style a person or a coffee table to personal taste like no one’s business. And if she has something brand new or otherwise, and thinks it will look better on you, or look better on your mantel, it’s yours. Don’t argue. Go with it. You’re welcome.

This over-sized scarf/sarong situation: Michelle. Something a little more funky than I *may* have picked out on my own, I love, and have her to thank. My friend Michelle, plus also Fab Fun Fit.

I’ve been a Birchbox subscriber for something close to three years? Something like 36 boxes deep? And I’ve had this little probing inner conscience voice begging the question over the past several boxes: are you really that excited about these face cream samples? 

To which my physical, loud, and stubborn Robin voice replies monthly YES, YES OF COURSES I AM, WHY WOULDN’T I WANT MORE SAMPLES?! THE BOX UNDER MY SINK ISN’T NEARLY FULL ENOUGH OF SAMPLES. HAHAHA. SILLY CONSCIENCE, BE QUIET. 

I imagine someday I’ll reach the height of disposable income nonchalance where I don’t notice $10 coming out of my account every month. And maybe I won’t. (And maybe I wouldn’t want to?)

Right now, I notice, and then the voice pipes up: are we sure, Robin? Really? 

Then, Michelle gave me the low down about Fab Fit Fun.

I’d seen the same 20 celebrities + Bachelor-Franchise-Cast-Off-Almost-Celebrities as you probably have promoting the service, but never thought seriously about signing up (after all – I had my Birchox to be loyal to, right? Right?) Plus, FFF was a little pricier, albeit only 4 times a year.

The weight of a friend’s endorsement tends to carry more weight with me, and going through her summer box of full-size products (and being gifted this funky drapey piece) gave me serious pause to the value I was getting out of my Birchboxes.

Verdict: I just wasn’t excited anymore. As I unsubscribed, I checked the box “I’m all sampled out,” and realized it was true: too many samples. Not enough time. Or disposable income nonchalance to turn the samples into full size products.

I’d also been subscribing so long, I’d begun doubling up, and I didn’t need that.

I haven’t subscribed (yet!) to Fab Fit Fun, but I see it as a serious contender + worthy investment in entertainment and fun value.

In the meantime, I have an easy Sunday styling piece in this scarf/sarong/almost-poncho to itch my layering urge + not melt away these weeks it feels like we’re living on the surface of the sun in Dallas, TX.