Gettin' Jiggy Wit It (Na na na na na nana)

May 24, 2018

Will Smith posted a video on Instagram the other day of him in the studio for the first time in 13 years. Granted, the video was to clear up divorce rumors, but the 90s tween inside me was already jumping up and down.

I love the 90s. They were THE BEST! You could understand rap songs, FRIENDS was fresh and not in reruns yet, Umbro shorts and tall tube socks were all the rage, and Dunkaroos still existed. I have no idea on the "important" stuff like political climate or the economy (I was 10 years old in 1994), but I do know Bill Clinton played the saxophone with Fleetwood Mac, and I pretended to know every single word to the Macarena...even the Spanish ones.

So, let's reminisce about how awesome the 90s were together. Grab a Surge and "hold onto your butts!"

Speaking of Surge...
This sugary concoction could turn up any 6th grade Christmas party in a matter of minutes. It was my favorite for about a month because that's seriously all your digestive system could take.

Hanson. Ok, I'm super biased because I was going to marry Taylor, but they were awesome. And news flash, they're still awesome.

Plaid skirts. Baby doll dresses. Platform tennis shoes. Butterfly clips. OMG. Take me back! Thankfully, the current generation of teens think this stuff is all new, so places like Forever 21 and H&M are starting to carry them again! This article sums up everything that was truly wonderful, and this collage of Rachel Green sums it pretty nicely.

Will Smith. Come on...the Fresh Prince! Big Willie Style was the only rap album I've ever (and will ever) owned.

Tamagotchis and Giga Pets. Mine was a Little Mermaid Giga Pet! I have no idea what happened to it, and I'm pretty sure I killed Ariel. 😑

I could seriously write a thousand blogs about my favorite things as a 90s kid. I haven't even gotten to Barbie yet, and I could probably write a small book about Ms. Barbara Millicent Roberts.

What are some of your 90s favorites?

Cancel my subscription please!

January 6, 2016

I just cancelled my Glamour and InStyle subscriptions. Not a big deal, right? Wrong. I've had those subscriptions since college. I loved perusing the glossy pages of the latest runway trends, outfit ideas, and makeup trends. The "Hey, It's Ok" section of Glamour was my guide for life. I even have a Pinterest board dedicated to it. I haven't read the first issue since April of last year. They arrive in the mailbox and go directly to a pile. Yesterday, I decided to at least go through a few from the end of the year. I couldn't do it. Now, let me explain that I will always love clothes, purses, shoes, jewelry, makeup, and everything in general about style. But unlike my 25 year old self, I no longer worship it. Couture worth more than my house payment now makes me cringe. Bags that cost more than I make in a quarter make me question sanity.

Don't get me wrong. I appreciate the art behind great style pieces. Coco Chanel was a master. The work Zac Posen puts into one gown is mind blowing. (You should follow him on Instagram. Watching how he work with pleating and draping is just mind blowing.) Kate Spade accessories will always have a place in my closet. I just don't long for them anymore. I now long to fill my mind and heart with the Word and the Spirit. It feels really weird to want this. Weird, but good.

Oh, here we go. I'm slowly turning into one of those people I hide on Facebook. No, not entirely. But I am different. I like being different. I'm more peaceful. I'm more hopeful. I like the fact that fashion magazines don't bring me joy. I love the fact that reading the Bible with new eyes and understanding makes me giddy and yearn to learn more. I feel like the Israelites consecrating themselves before crossing the Jordan on their way to conquer Jericho (Joshua 3). Wendy Pope (First 5) says, "Purifying ourselves aligns our hearts with God's heart." Truth, sister. Truth.

Turning my attention to God in the past few months has been so fulfilling. The changes in my heart are immense. The changes to my attitude are becoming more noticeable. I'm still me. I'll always be me. I'm just becoming a better version of me. The version that seeks joy in everything. The version that tries to be a light for others. The version that worries less. The version that spews love. I have so much work to do. There will always be work to do. This mouth of mine will always need cultivating. My judgmental spirit will always need direction. But, this is a labor I don't mind pushing through.

So, I no longer need a monthly remind of what Kendall Jenner is wearing. It's different, but exciting. I'm looking to the Big Guy upstairs with fresh eyes and an eager heart.