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?)

High Five for Friday 05

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.)

Enough disclosures!

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.

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.

Spreading the Love: a unique Valentine’s gift idea + a timely giveaway!

The heart of Valentine’s Day lends itself to a celebration of true, undying love: that of chocolate, flowers, and of course, jewelry. 

I’ve partnered with JORD this year to showcase the most swoon-worthy timepiece of neutral-junky’s dreams. These unique, handmade wooden watches are crafted with trendy, minimalistic design with a high-end feel. If you’ve followed me for five minutes, you know I swoon for a good neutral, and have loved how easily the gorgeous zebra wood of the Frankie fell into my natural, everyday styling. From earth tones to pastels, it’s hard to imagine an outfit palette it wouldn’t style seamlessly into. Heart-eye emojis, galore.

Courtesy of JORD, I have a stylish and timely (ha!) giveaway on my hands!
One of you gems will be chosen on February 11, 2018 to receive a $100.00 gift code to the JORD website. Gifting for you or your boo, made a $100 easier. While only one friend will be getting the $100 off code, every single person who enters will receive a 10% off code.
Winner Winner, chocolate for dinner because Valentine’s season is upon us, after all.

With watches for women and men, and the option for an engraved watch, hopefully this opportunity helps alleviate any Valentine’s Gifting anxiety you may be starting to feel! Feel free to reach out with any questions (or recommendations! It was so hard to choose just one.)
While this is a sponsored post, all opinions are my own! Good luck!

Wooden Wrist Watch

Teddy Coat Temps

Alternative Title: proceed with caution; prepare to be hugged. Often.

My Teddy Bear Coat: purchased in 2017 to feel the best kind of extra, worn in 2018 to feel on trend. And I ain’t even mad. Isn’t that the way it always works?

I remember swooning, then doubting because who needs to look like an oversized 4-year-old’s plaything, really? And answering myself before leaving the mall that day that I, indeed, do need to look like an oversized 4-year-old’s plaything. I really do.

While not being the most discreet, no-one-will-notice-me-wearing it piece in my closet, this teddy coat has gotten some lovin’ once I adopted it from the racks of The Gap last January. Including a good, long soak in an Italian rainstorm last year.

Temperatures in Dallas are rarely teddy-level low, so I take advantage every chance I get to wrap up in it. Once I saw the forecast smiled favorably on Ole Teddy, in it was stuffed into limited suitcase real estate. (Unforeseen bonus: it doubled superbly as wine-bottle cushioning for the trip home. Win.)

While mine has been sold out for eons, these are links few that catch my eye right now:


Shopping for outerwear well after the season is NOT uncommon for me. While I lose the luxury of shopping with sizes fully stocked + the allure of wearing immediately and often, my wallet (and husband, lol) thank me greatly.

Home (décor!) for the holidays 

I don’t have a living memory where I wasn’t obsessed with Christmas decorations.

I do have the living memory of giving my favorite vintage, ceramic reindeer in my mom’s bathroom a White Christmas a la my brother’s baby powder + the well-earned punishment that followed said blizzard. 

It made them look awesome. (Agree to disagree, Mom.)

The familiar lights and characters of the holiday season have always filled me with so much joy. Pulling down the stockings, toy trains, and familiar trinkets from their dusty attic furlough was always one of the best days of the year. So far, adulthood hasn’t much squelched the childlike wonder I feel from a good nativity snow globe. 

I know this isn’t unique, which is half the fun! I know so many friends who feel this way, and I love that about this time of year. I’ve had so many conversations about decorating homes over the weeks proceeding Thanksgiving in preparation for the season, and I’ve come to one conclusion: when it isn’t on Mama’s dime, and it’s your mantel to figure out how to fill, it becomes a little daunting. There are so many Santas to choose from in the world. So. Many. Santas. And Santa can hold a hefty price tag. 

I’ve been thinking through my conversations, and wanted to share a few of our conclusions + my personal opinions to hopefully alleviate any anxiety you too may feel on decorating for the holidays! (Because Christmas is too fun to be ruined by anxiety.)

TIP #1 Do you like it? Then, it’s perfect. That’s my biggest tip, therefore tip numero uno. Who the heck cares what the Internet says? If it’s your style, it’ll show. And it’ll be cozy for you. And it will be perfect. 

(Thinking that’s kinda hot garbo, Robin, I came for real tips? Yeah okay, here’s a few more.)

TIP #2 Pick a theme. The hottest thing right now, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, is a white Christmas situation with extremely muted cremes, whites, golds, and silvers (ahh five-year-old-Robin, ahead of her time.) And it’s beautiful. But it isn’t actually very me. I decided I wanted warmer, more traditional colors and pieces, with maybe a little glitter here and there. So when I was shopping and planning, I knew to steer clear of the white-washed décor aisles, despite how lovely and chic it truly is! Because it doesn’t match my vibe. 

What I’ve gleaned from watching my own mother-in-law, mom, and sister decorate year after year (and stalking every influencer who shared every styled coffee table because #addicted) is that themes matter. Whether it’s White Christmas, Rustic Christmas, Traditional Christmas, Beach Santas Rockin’ Board Shorts On Boogie Boards Christmas, narrowing down what your’e looking for makes the glittering, overstuffed and overflowing holiday aisles at Home Goods less daunting. 

TIP #3 Have patience, oh twenty-something on a shoestring budget. Odds are, your mother didn’t fill her home with Christmas Glee in one fell swoop of a Hobby Lobby excursion the year she got married, and it’s okay if you don’t, either.

Holiday cards inscribed,”This year, your Christmas Gift is looking at my coffee table. Kisses! Enjoy!” will likely not fly too well with the fam. Or your landlady regarding rent. If it isn’t in your budget, it’s okay. Rest easy in that. It’s really, actually, truly okay.

My goal every year is to add a few pieces, then calm down and enjoy them + the pieces I bought last year. There will always be places I feel like I can do better, but I try and remind myself I don’t have to. There’s always next year, and there’s always post-Christmas sales.

Still have an appetite bigger than your budget? Crafting is totally on the table. Here are some trees I did a couple years ago that were too fun, and way more in-budget that year than a set of sparkly bottle brush trees would have been. And people still got presents, and rent was paid, and I lived.

I also promised myself I wouldn’t beat you over the head with a toothy “Jesus is the reason for the season!” virtual grin, but y’all. Actually. Jesus is the reason for the season. And I’m a sucker for a rhyme. 

There is nothing wrong with a beautiful tree, but becoming consumed with picking or affording the perfect garland is a sure-fire way to snatch that Christmas joy right from your heart. 

TIP #4 Don’t forget to celebrate our Savior coming to Earth for us. That is literally, actually, the point. It’s kind of a big deal, and if you profess Christ as your savior and believe that Christmas is the day we commemorate Him becoming flesh to eventually die for our sins, don’t fret the tinsel. Keep your heart turned to Christ, and hug your family. And just bask in the glow the season, because it’s far too short not to. 

Comfy Leather Legging Look 

I cautiously dipped my rebel toe into the leather legging trend a couple Falls ago with a front-panel-leather, back-panel-ponte situation just to feel it out (and like commit but not commit), and I determined it required infinitely fewer cool points to pull off than I had anticipated. (Ever adventurous, I am.)

So, this year, I took the full Rebel-Sandy dive with Cat Woman expectations resembling the eloquence of a Ross Geller reality, probably, but the verdict’s in and I love these things.

I feel tres chic and muy trendy + kind of like I’m wearing pajamas because at the end of the day they’re leggings. And didn’t Ross Geller teach us all that comfort + functionality is of supreme importance, after all? Ponte lining let’s you hold the baby powder, and if you aren’t tracking with this reference, stop reading right now because it’s more important that you swap over to Netflix instead. (Friends, S5EP11. Good for laughs. You’re welcome.)

Ultimately, this is the short story of a girl experiencing the fitting room magic of finding the perfect pant and inexplicably leaving them behind, having the opposite of buyer’s remorse, going back to purchase only to find -DUN DUN- her size sold out.

And rejoicing and purchasing without batting a mascaraed eyelash the moment they restocked.

The End. (Ever the storyteller, I also am.)

Every girl and her mother and her dog and cousin and her style assistant and her hair dresser own either the Spanx or the Commando high-waist, hold-ya-in and look awesome leather legging this year, it seems. And color me influenced – I’ve been unabashedly green with envy. My front panel pants weren’t cutting it anymore, and to be honest, were maybe an inch to short in the inseam all along anyway or maybe I shrunk them. I needed a back panel. I needed a longer inseam. I needed to be held-in-and-looking-awesome in 2017. But not for $100. 

Enter Loft. Almost always. 

Affordable with a flash sale which is bound to happen always (like today!) + far exceeding the quality of poorer budget-options I had given a go (here’s lookin’ at you, BP at Nordstrom, tsk tsk), these have quenched my thirst for cool, so I had to share because they’re half off right now. 

Plus! Contrary to popular beliefs, leather pants don’t have to be party pants. Dressed down with some mules and a tunic, totally daytime. (Praise-Hand-Emojis-Forever)



Of Bookends and Duplex Additions

I’ve been going-on-37 for about as long as I can remember. Instead of one of those “youthful-inner-child” spirit animals that make you a hoot at parties, I got landed with an inner-old-lady who enjoys tea, and crochet, and classic literature who also sometimes makes me use phrases like “hoot at parties.”

This inner-old-self-phenomena made for a really strange kid. Young Robin was weird. I crocheted on the regular. I entered (and won once!) adult-level poetry contests.  My favorite book was (is) Gone with the Wind. I had a moderate-to-concerning obsession with TLC & HGTV interior design programs. I also  l o v e d  TV Land. One Saturday, my mom awoke to find me writing a research paper on Abraham Lincoln. On my own accord. For no reason at all except to compile all of the research I had been doing that week “for fun.” I think I was ten.

And on brand, one of my favorite places on the planet earth was Barnes and Noble. Near the greeting card section, B&N stocked home accessories, completely swooning my tiny old lady heart.

If you haven’t had enough Robin Fun Facts today, here’s your bonus: I have also been obsessed with monkeys since from birth. And during one thrilling B&N adventure, Little old-lady-hearted, monkey-obsessed, design-on-the-brain Robin discovered heavy, ridiculously overpriced brass monkey bookends in a glass case. The end. all. of cool bookends. Because bookends, duh, were really cool.

I begged  and begged my mother for them. And like a good, sane mother, who clearly thought she was witnessing a fleeting “I see it and want it and will forget about it in two days” pleading fit, said, “Your birthday is coming up. If you still want them this badly then, you can use your birthday money for them.” And we left, bookendless and broken hearted.

So for my ninth birthday, I used every last dollar I was gifted + every cent I saved doing chores for over a month to purchase heavy, overpriced brass monkey bookends.


In their shining place of decorative glory on my bedroom dresser, my best friend came over that day, took one look at them, and curtly informed me it looked like they were sitting on the toilet. In my bliss, I did not care.

And while my tastes have changed ever so slightly over 16 years, and my living room isn’t littered with stuffed monkeys and boy band posters, the bookends always find a home.

I haven’t much outgrown an appreciation for reading and physically bound books, either, at 25-going-on-37. I also married a bookworm-grad-student. Our storage runneth over.

I’m not much for whims, but on a recent Half Price Books excursion, I suggested we had to figure out our book situation. We had both agreed we really wanted a bookcase for ease of access + home aesthetics.


One Target Detour was all it took, and Austin spotted a piece that has really tied our duplex living space together. It’s felt like the missing piece we didn’t know the space was missing, and is one of my favorite additions to our new(ish) home. We don’t have the square footage to pull all of our books out and not suffocate, but it’s felt like a good start + freed up a box space in the closet + gave the monkeys a proper home.


I’ts technically console table that I can’t recommend higher for a functional pop of character in a small space.

How To Be A Wildflower + creative habits 

When Instagram was new (new to me new – #EarlyMajorityAdopter4Life, cozy right behind the curve), and sharing grainy, low quality screenshots of inspirational Pinterest quotes was the rage, I shared this snippet of wisdom with all of my 27 followers:

(#Creativity. Wow. What a hashtag. What an image. Those mighty juices were flowing, y’all.)

Unbeknownst to me, these two cents nestled their roots somewhere nice and deep in my long-term memory, and I’ve found fewer quotes pop in my head as often. Mr. Law’s words were supplemental to an idea drilled down by great mentors and professors through college, which in so many words, is that “one does not simply begin spewing creative genius.”

Sitting in a silent white room, with a blank white sheet of paper (physical or digital it may be), is the best way for that paper to stay blank. Or conversely, filled with so much nonsense, it was better off clean.

Creativity does not happen in a vacuum. Some of your best, creative, most award-winning thoughts may actually happen in the shower (take that, Nick), but I’m willing to bet this is part of your system of creative habit all along, whether you like to think of it that way or not.

Because I might sound like esteemed Creative Guru #1 right now, let’s back up: I don’t know how to unlock anyone’s creative genes so that they begin, actually, spewing creative genius. I also don’t think any guru who may attempt to someday stake this claim with you actually can, either. I don’t even know if creative genius is ever –per se– spewed.

Dialing down to what gets your creative whatever in gear is like finding face wash. The market is nice and overwhelmingly saturated with thousands of face washes and skincare product options, but what is there only one of? Your face. What does it take? Trial and error, and finding exactly which clean skin cocktail works for your face. Not her face, not his face, not Jenifer Aniston’s face -your face.

All I know is, my face really likes philosophy Purity cleanser, and surrounding myself with lovely, inspiring, colorful, life-giving tangible books when I need to jump-start my creative juices. A new favorite I picked up a couple of weeks ago: How To Be A Wildflower by Katie Daisy.

General theme: harnessing the magic of experiencing nature through the eyes of a child, about calming down and taking note of the little things around you, and branching out and doing naturey-type stuff on the regular. Kind of right up my alley -minus the whole experiencing serious nature stuff– but it’s as inspired as I’ve ever been to almost think about going camping since reading Wild.

Thumbing through pretty pages, but also reading particularly well-versed authors and various bloggers, is also part of keeping my mind in a creative place. I also try to write a little something every single day because it just makes my soul feel better.

I keep little notebooks and scratch paper within reach nearly always, and have very full iPhone notes. And a very active Spotify account, because, music.

When I’m out of practice jotting stuff out, reading, or taking time to look through photographs and illustrations of artists and artisans far more talented than myself, I feel it, and I feel sad and rusty.

There isn’t a magic switch to make the acne go away the morning of the big day with the big thing you wish you didn’t have acne for. It’s a bit of a commitment, that pesky standard hygiene thing. With diligence + removing your makeup nightly + using fresh Clarisonic brushes + whatever whatever -there’s a good chance you’ll yield good results.

And there isn’t a switch to make your brain creative. It truly does take habit.

Is it a sure fire way to wake up with the radiance of Chrissy Teigen and the glow of a thousand Kylighters? Heck-to the-no.

I could read How To Be a Wildflower thirty-eight times, cook all the things in all the coffee table cookbooks, write every thought I’ve had the last twelve hours, and all that comes out are stick figures and weak meme punchlines for words. And the pimple is there, right before prom. It happens.

It doesn’t work that way all of the time, but it works for me. Maintaining and trying to keep my mind in a creative space, and develop creative habits, is personally extremely valuable.

I try and stay away from the sad and rusty place, but if I get there, these are all things that help kick my brain back into a space it can start being inspired to make again (and are great preventative tools for me, to begin with.)

And I’m kind of with Monet -fresh flowers never hurt, either.

High Five for Friday(ish) 04

(belated! by 3 days! but who’s counting?)

With last week planted firmly in my rear view, I have no intentions of wanting to rewind and relive. It was that sort of week. But! It is these kinds of weeks, in my humblest little opinion, that are the most important to hunt for “sprinkles” -and not let a half baked HF4F post wither in the elephant graveyard of forgotten posts, however late it might be. Because also, I make the rules, and need an excuse to share my new sunnies with you.

Top 5 highlights of last week:

1. I work with some really amazing people, one friend particularly who noticed I was pretty radically “off” one day, and surprised me with this small planet of a cupcake and sweet card. Thanks for being a true gem, Cari, and getting me one heck of a sugar high.

2. The number one way I feel better after a long day is soaking in a fancy tub with a glass of fine wine and going for a fancy facial eating breakfast food. As fancy as I’d like to pretend I may be, my natural state of relieving anxiety is cleaning + eating pancakes.

Alex & I discovered a g.r.e.a.t. diner within walking distance from our duplex, and I was able to drown my sorrows in syrup a-plenty.

3-5. Walking for wine and shopping local with two of my favorite humans at the Bishop Arts Wine Walk.

I could have been having a particularly wonderful week, and this would have easily been the highest of highlights. I just love the community/neighborhood/culture down in this little corner of Dallas. (And anyone who will let me drink wine in their boutique.)

New sunnies? Artisan jewelry? Organic local handmade soap? win win win. Cheers.