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turning the sunday scaries around {with botanics beauty}

When it comes to my weekly routines, I've had a touch and go relationship with Sundays. In fact, I used to hate them. Don't believe me? I've written about it quite affectionately several times in the past, here and here. And I'm probably not preaching anything new here to y'all. Sunday scaries, otherwise known as an excuse for millenials to brunch way late in the day, spend a lot of time on social media into the evening and then wonder how they're going to get everything done before Monday morning meetings start. Until eventually saying "f- it" and picking up a cheap bottle of wine instead. 

I've definitely succumbed to this. Heck, I still do from time to time. We're only human after all. And us humans like to get distracted.

But you know what? I think I've finally turned a corner. It only took me 30 years to realize that Sundays aren't ALL that bad. 

For me, it all comes down to little pleasures and routines that I can look forward to. Sundays are usually my day for both rest and catch up. I don't run or exercise on Sunday (my one day a week to just veg), I usually have a longer phone conversation with my mom (it's hard to fit in during the week sometimes with the time difference), laundry gets done, Elvis gets an extra long walk to Washington Square Park and I spend a bit more time in bed in the morning reading the Sunday New York Times. 

I try not to focus on work-related catch up until later in the afternoon/early evening when I'm more settled inside for the rest of the day. That's when Elvis and I put on some tunes (either country music or Michael Jackson) and the laptop comes out. I'll get caught up on email, edit photos, organize my editorial calendar for the week -- all the while, usually with a face mask on and House of Cards playing in the background. 

We've talked about skin a great deal lately (my last post here) and I have another big skin update coming your way soon, namely about some hormonal prescriptions my dermatologist has me on, but the general spoiler alert is this: I'm slowly getting more comfortable in my early 30s skin. Granted, no one warned me that things might shift and change in this department, post teenage years, but hey, there's a lot of things you don't get warned about in life -- sh*t happens and you gotta roll with it. 

So rolling with it, I am. 

What does this mean for my Sundays exactly then? It's my chance to pamper my skin and have my own little girls night in with Elvis. If I can avoid it, I'll forgo makeup for the day, lather on some of my best body creams and slap on an ionic clay mask, like this one by Botanics. Since my skin has been on the oiler side in recent years, I love using a clay mask once a week -- it's much more absorbent and effective at drawing out impurities in my skin, like blackheads and the early stages of zits. This particular mask contains willowbark (a natural, friendlier form of salicylic acid), which I've found has really made a difference in tightening and minimizing my pores (because, hey, I got big pores and I cannot lie). 

The downside though? Elvis hates it when I wear my masks -- it's as if he doesn't recognize me. I guess he's the one with the Sunday Scaries now. 

If you're looking to revamp your Sunday routine (or maybe just want to update your mask game in general for a little Botanics Mask Night), Botanics is giving away their latest ionic clay mask to lucky readers in honor of #EarthWeek. Simply head over to their Instagram now, follow their account and be sure to leave a comment on their #EarthWeek giveaway post. Best of luck! 

Photos by Lydia Hudgens

This post was in collaboration with Botanics Beauty. As always, all opinions and styling are my own. Thank you for supporting all This Time Tomorrow collaborations!

checkmate

Top and pants: Kendall & Kylie; Shoes: Steve Madden; Bag: Chanel; Sunglasses: Celine; Choker: Net-A-Porter ribbon

On a gingham kick like me? Great. Here's a few of my favorites from around the web shopping aisles these days. It's like Dorothy grew up, moved away from Kansas and started wearing crop tops.

Photos by Lydia Hudgens

taco tuesday {on a wednesday}

Dress: Macdougall via Lord & Taylor; Shoes: Valentino; Sunglasses: Celine; Bag: Chanel

I take my Taco Tuesdays very seriously. So seriously in fact, I get gussied up for the occasion. On that note, who's ready for an early ceviche and fish taco lunch? First round of margaritas is on me. 

Photos by Lydia Hudgens

highway 1

Dress: Otte NY; Jacket: Old Navy (old, but contemplating this jacket here for an update); Shoes: Steve Madden; Sunglasses: Celine

You can take the girl out of the West Coast, but you can't take the West Coast out of the girl.

It's true. It really is. As much as I've reflected on the past year (how crazy right -- it's been an entire year since I've moved to New York!), I've undoubtedly loved my time living on the East Coast. The pace, the energy, the people, the cities and of course, the learning experiences it's brought along the way -- definitely worthy of a life update post, which I'm working on at the moment.

But there's something about returning to California, even for just brief weekend visits, that remind me how much I loved my time living there as well. Nostalgia is a funny thing isn't it? It floods back almost all at once at the smallest triggers, a sunset, a song, a long drive home. And you're suddenly remembering former versions of yourself, former afternoons you've spent and the people along the way. Whenever I head back to California, no matter how brief the visit, I try to get my hands on a car -- any car -- to just drive down Highway 1 right before sunset. This past visit I was lucky enough to partner with Sixt Car Rental, who graciously offered this Mercedes GLA you see here. It was the perfect steed to literally drive off into the sunset -- and with the right oldies blasting on the radio, I couldn't help but smile about all the good memories California holds for me and will likely always hold for me.

Photos by Anna-Alexia Basile

This post was in collaboration with Sixt Car Rental. As always, all opinions and styling are my own. Thank you for supporting all This Time Tomorrow collaborations!

postcards from the sea {sailing away with celebrity cruises}

Floral dress: Cynthia Rowley // Wetsuit: Cynthia Rowley (mine and Christine's); White dress: Reformation (from last summer, similar style here); Hat: Hat Attack

There's an interesting thing that happens when you embark on a cruise ship. OK, actually, there's a few interesting things that happen. The first, and probably the most obvious one, is that you immediately become painfully aware of your balance (or lack there of once the ship starts sailing). And the second, you will never really understand what a nautical knot is. Trust me on this. Many of the staff will try to explain it, but your landlocked brain, much like mine, will find it hard to grasp. And the third? At times, you'll find yourself wondering how you could possibly eat another meal, but once that fresh mahi mahi comes out of the kitchen, you forget all your stomach woes.

As for what else happens on a cruise ship? Well, the rest is nothing short of an adventure (which trust me, I had my reservations about at first -- but am now a proud believer). And to borrow from my friend David Foster Wallace's piece on cruise ship sailing (mainly the writing format, not necessarily his sentiments about cruising in general), I'd like to share with you a little slice of our week long experience, sailing through the Caribbean Sea with Celebrity Cruises aboard the Silhouette last month.

Ready? Great!

I can now say that I've done and loved the following...

there the dance is

Dress: Cynthia Rowley; Shoes: Steve Madden; Sunglasses: Celine; Clutch: Vintage

There's a favorite T.S. Eliot quote of mine and it goes like this:

"At the still point, there the dance is."

While we could discuss (at great length, I'm sure) what this excerpt means to each of us, I simply wanted to share how much it's actually impacted me on this particular trip to Paris with my mother. While seemingly every memory, every sunset, every skyline, every meal is inevitably documented for some social channel or another, I can't tell you how comforting it was to just sit back this past week and be present. With my mom. And snap photos when I felt like it. And just be a tourist when I felt like it. And just be a daughter when I felt like it (OK, I was a daughter the entire time, to be fair). And just let my inbox get a bit messy. And share when I wanted to. And not share when I didn't feel like it.

I'm by no means complaining or bemoaning what I (and plenty of other entrepreneurial millennials) do. In fact, I love it. And of course, I shared bits and pieces of my trip along the way. I'm just saying it's nice to take a step back from time to time and appreciate the dance, even in the still moments. It's necessary. 

That said, I'm officially checking out of our Paris home away from home tomorrow morning with renewed vigor and some pretty sore legs from the marathon, ready to tackle some exciting projects, BIG updates and a lot more personal writing pieces. Some good, some not so good and some just downright weird (which hopefully makes them even better?). You be the judge. 

In the meantime, I meant it when I said it last time, watch this space. Plenty more to come!

Photos by Lydia Hudgens

under construction

Dress: Nicole Miller; Shoes: Steve Madden; Clutch: Vintage; Sunglasses: Celine; Bracelet: Miansai

Apologies for the lack of normalcy around these parts. There are a few (big) exciting things in the works that I'll be sharing very soon -- but in the meantime, I'm just trying to stay afloat while gearing up for the final week before my marathon in Paris next Sunday. I'm excited to be hopping over the pond (this time with my mom!), for a long overdue visit to the city of light. My last trip to Paris was as a broke college student and it happened to be the middle of February (it snowed on us while we went to the top of the Eiffel). This time around, I'm looking forward to some spring rain as we hop from cafe to cafe. 

Watch this space -- more to come very soon, I promise!

Photos by Lydia Hudgens