Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

Friday, April 15, 2016

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! 


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!

Monday, February 29, 2016

10 things I learned from tinder {modern romance, dating and the infamous swipe right}

Dress: Line by K; Shoes: Henri Lepore Dezert; Sunglasses: Celine; Bag: Chanel; Lips: Marc Jacobs "Amazing"

This past weekend I finally got around to watching Aziz Ansari's Live from Madison Square Garden stand up act (if you haven't seen it yet, I highly recommend you Netflix and chill soon). I've always been a fan of his writing, his stand up delivery and, as this live act reminded me, his musings on dating in today's mixed up, muddled up world of apps, texting and ghosting. In fact, this very post is an all too-delayed response to his summer New York Times bestseller, Modern Romance. I toted my copy with me all over New York, but primarily to the dog park with Elvis, where I proceeded to sit on a bench, devouring each page and from time to time, smacking my forehead laughing (by myself, mind you) at an all too-true point he had made. On several occasions, I'm pretty sure I said aloud (again, to myself, by myself), "Oh my god, I HATE when guys do that!" or "Guys like profile photos like that?!"

Yep. My fellow dog park attendees thought I was insane.

And perhaps I was (am?). If we evaluate my love life in 2015, it would be a messy, tell-all album, that is all too fitting for a Taylor Swift 1989 analogy. I welcomed myself to New York. I had recently gone through a pretty pivotal breakup and therefore went on a dating spree like I had a blank space to fill. I had to shake it off, when it came to a few relationships that I just knew, despite our best intentions, weren't going anywhere. And then there was some downright, nasty, all around no good, bad, bad blood.

But, alas, it wasn't in vain! I learned a lot. About myself. About what I want in a partner. About life. About this crazy world of dating in today's fast-paced, instant gratification seeking, environment. And while I by no means have it all figured out (ha, does anyone really?), I like to think I've gleaned a few lessons along the way. Ten to be exact. Because the alliteration was too good to pass up and I think the SEO might be higher for "10 things I learned from Tinder" as opposed to "7 things I learned from Tinder." But, I digress.

Before we start with our Tinder Truths, let's get a few housekeeping items out of the way. First, to any and all of my exes who may still read this corner of the internet, rest assured, this is not a kiss and tell. I won't be referring in great detail to the specifics of our relationship (if at all, really). I won't be shaming you either, because, hey, we learned a lot from each other -- thanks for that! I won't even use your name. Except for you, Matt. Women need to be warned about you. (Kidding! Kidding! There's no Matt. Or is there?) ;)

Next, I'm not a relationship expert. By any stretch of the imagination. Everything that follows here is my bumbling experience dating as a late 20 something (and now 30 year) old! So proceed with caution. And buckle your safety belt.

With that out of the way, let's begin!

1. The app landscape, you reap what you sow. This might be the most obvious place to start, and perhaps the most cliché, but either way, you certainly don't need me to tell you. There's a shit ton of dating apps. (And yes, the swearing was necessary there for emphasis). Seriously, I've lost count of how many times I've had a friend say, "Oh, have you tried this app yet?" and then proceeded to boast as to why the men were more a. normal b. responsive or c. (my favorite) less creepy. Because that's where we're setting the bar these days. Creeps need not apply, and yet someone keeps letting them into the party! (Insert groan here.)

And while I'll usually download each to give it a fair shot, I'm never all that impressed with the differences between them. Yes, perhaps I can message you first on this one. And on this one, your profile has been vetted by some faceless brand team (in San Francisco? in New York? in India?) to make sure you're of a certain education and employment pedigree. And on this one, I see how many friends (or 11th connection friends) we have in common on Facebook. But at the end of the day, we're just looking at each other's faces and how witty our one tagline is about ourselves. And then we wait for a match. And then hopefully one of us gets the guts up to send a first message. Tomat-OH. Tom-AH-to.

I have friends who bemoan dating apps, saying that it never goes anywhere. And part of me can relate to that. It's a lot of sifting and casting the net (but ideally not too wide), in hopes that there's a bite from a normal, over 6 foot guy, who loves puppies and can just as easily crack a joke about Bernie Sanders' hair as they can intelligently discuss their stance on why the United States should or not get involved in the situation in Syria. Not asking for too much, you know, the usual. But it doesn't happen right away. It takes some digging. What I've found is that the amount of time you're willing to invest in the digging, is a proxy for how much you'll actually like the good ones you do find. Because they're out there. Hiding. But they're there.

2. Ghosting, who ya gonna call (or not call)? I recently heard a stand up comedian joke about "ghosting," the act of just not responding to someone after you've been dating/seeing/talking to each other consistently. His punchline was that it's really not an appropriate name for it, being that, if they were "ghosting" you, they'd call you every night at midnight and let out a blood curdling scream.

Botched jokes aside, I think Aziz sums it up best in his stand up act. He asks the audience to respond (by applause), how they typically handle it when there's someone they don't want to continue seeing, the options being a. silence b. pretending to be busy or c. tell them the truth. As you can imagine, most folks opted to clap for the a. silence category. But when asked how they would hope someone would handle the situation if roles were reversed, unsurprisingly everyone clapped for the truth.

So at the risk of sounding like an after school special, let's be honest with each other. Because it sucks when people aren't honest with you. Or worse yet, just don't say anything at all and leave you wondering if their phone is permanently broken.

3. Playing games is like the Hunger Games, if you allow it. Let's get this one out of the way. Games suck. But maybe they're one of those necessary evils. Within reason, of course. Everyone has different ways of navigating them and how they want to balance them. I can be a really responsive texter or I can be a bit aloof, depending on how busy I happen to be that week with work and other commitments. If I ever don't feel like myself though, I try to cut it out. Fine, we both want to take hours to text each other back? OK, I got stuff I can get done in that time. But the minute I'm obsessing over whether my last text sounded "too eager" or had one too many exclamation points, then we have a problem. And I'll take a step back. As Efie would say, may the odds be ever in your favor.

4. If you have to make up excuses for them, then it's probably over before it started. We've all been there. We pass a phone around, asking our girlfriends to read a series of text exchanges with our latest "match" asking them to make sense of it all. "What did he mean by that?" and "Did I sound too eager there?" get thrown around, as if we need to diagnose the sick relationship. Usually, at this point, I'll look around the table at my friends. All of them confident, successful women. And I wonder why we're arguing over text semantics, especially when said semantics involve emojis.

The bottom line is this: If you're both genuinely into each other, it'll feel easy and unforced. And if you don't respond back to me for several days when I ask you to hang out, while I would love to make up excuses about how maybe you are out saving the lives of underprivileged children in the third world and somehow forgot to bring your phone, I know better. Your phone is sitting in your pocket and you would just rather not see me. Of course, there are exceptions here and there, but you can generally get the feeling when someone is giving you the slip. Don't waste your time making excuses for them. On to the next.

5. You both apparently need secretaries. Because, damn! Scheduling is hard! It's a frantic dance of "How does your week look?" // "Oh, maybe we can grab drinks on Thursday?" // "Shoot, I'm busy on Thursday and leaving town after work on Friday. Maybe next week?" // "Great! Tuesday perhaps? I know a great spot in the East Village." // Tuesday might work, let's check in on Monday."

And then Monday rolls around and you never hear from them again.

Aziz cites this in Modern Romance, urging that dating apps aren't actually dating apps at all. They facilitate you meeting potential dates. Whether you actually end up dating some of them, all depends typically within the first few days of exchanges. My MO: vet them long enough to get a sense of their humor (and decide if you like it) and try to throw in a few unexpected questions in the lineup to see how they respond (one guy asked me once 'what's something about you that I wouldn't be able to tell from your photos?' which I thought was vastly more refreshing than 'what do you do?'). Total time span: 2-3 days of texting back and forth max before one of you should suggest a meet up. Suggest a few dates that actually work for you and, assuming you're into him, stick to it (even if Netflix and wine sounds better for your Friday, you'll thank yourself later for just getting out there, I promise).

6. The text dance is a really complicated tango. And it takes two. Maybe this is another obvious one, but texting is the name of the game, isn't it? We don't call each other. We don't meet in real life right away. To me, you're a contact in my phone (usually saved with the last name of 'Tinder') and all we can do is make judgements based on social media presence and how articulate we come across via text. Personally, I appreciate creativity, humor and, yes, good grammar in my text conversations. And trust me, I will strive to do the same for you. Bonus points if you can throw in relevant current events and talk about things aside from what gym you go to.

Again, this comes down to asking engaging question that go beyond "what are you up to right now?" and try to get to the core of why either one of us should care what the other person is doing. This goes for guys and girls -- let's not bore each other, OK?

7. Call! Just call! So you know that thing you use EVERY DAY for Instagram, SnapChat and texting? Well it's capable of calling people. You know, that thing we used to do where we exchanged messages in real time, voice to voice? As wrapped up as we are with our phones, it's funny to me that we almost never use them for actually calling someone. We could be in a burning building and would probably want to text 911 instead.

Don't get me wrong, I know I'm just as guilty of this as the next millennial but it's something I'm actively trying to work on. I remember the first time a guy I had been seeing called out of the blue and my initial knee-jerk reaction was to assume something was wrong. I answered the phone in a confused panic, anticipating him to tell me he had been in an accident of some sort, when in reality, he was just saying hi and that he was in the neighborhood and wanted to know if I'd like to grab a drink.

After the texting courtship, it's so nice to move to a little voice action -- you get to hear their laugh, their cadence in speaking and their comfort in moving from topic to topic that you wouldn't otherwise get to appreciate via text message. It's the subtleties that make all the difference.

8. Feast or famine? Depends on your attitude. Aziz talks about this a lot in Modern Romance and I think it's one of my biggest complaints about dating today. As easy as it is to meet a ton of singles at the swipe of an app, it's also our downfall, too, especially in large, metropolitan cities like San Francisco, New York and LA, where your potential matches are seemingly endless. In a city of primarily young, successful professionals looking for love, your soul mate could be waiting around the corner. And then a new one around the corner after that. And then another. And then another.

You get the picture.

You could literally be lining up your next 3 Tinder dates while en route to one.

In an age where meeting someone cute and new is as easing as binge watching How to Make a Murderer in one afternoon, we've gotten a bad case of dating ADD. We don't give the same time and attention to getting to know someone anymore -- and as a result -- we go on an endless carousel of first dates because we don't want to commit too quickly to the first person we really like. What about those 10,000 other singles waiting for me? I don't know about you, but that just sounds exhausting to me.

The fact is, you're probably going to go on a lot of first dates and that's important! Some good, some bad, some downright scary. And then you'll have a few GEMS, where you really hope to hear from them again. My two cents? Forget the games. If I've had a great date with someone and I hope they ask me out for a second, I'll follow up (with a text) either that night or the following morning letting them know I had a great time and thanking them for the evening.

With any luck, they feel the same and if they don't, at least you know you made it clear you were interested. There's nothing worse than leaving something unsaid.

9. Speak your truth, the good and the bad and the ugly. I went on a series of dates with this guy in San Francisco late last year and I really liked him. Like really liked him. I thought we had good chemistry, never ran out of things to talk about, and hey, he was pretty easy to look at. So when it ended rather unceremoniously as most fresh relationships do (by someone just not responding anymore), I was disappointed and a bit crestfallen. I didn't try reaching out after my last unanswered text and figured it wasn't meant to be. I left it alone.

Fast forward a few months when I randomly reconnected with said former date and he informed me he actually did like me but was bummed I didn't seem to feel the same way. Being confused, I told him I thought it was the other way around -- I was convinced he wasn't all that into me. And just like that, our games and "acting cool" had gotten in the way of two people who maybe liked each other, from actually liking each other.

Moral of the story? Don't beat around the bush. If you like someone (or don't), make it known (in whatever manner you're comfortable with, of course). And if they don't reciprocate your feelings, at least you can walk away knowing that you were honest with yourself and with them. You'll respect yourself, as will they and you won't have to sit around wondering, months later, "what if...?"

10. Don't forget about the old fashioned ways of meeting people! This one is my favorite bit of advice, because let's face it: you may have 20 apps on your phone, but it doesn't mean you should ignore some of the people sitting right under your nose. Ask around your group of friends or maybe your coworkers (if you feel comfortable) if they have any single friends that might be a good fit for you. Chances are, they know your personality and their cute friend's personality pretty well, that they'll match make you better than Tinder can. Heck, I even had an ex-Tinder date set me up with his friend, and despite it sounding kinda scammy, it worked out pretty decently. We even dated for a few months!

And then there's the super old fashioned way of meeting someone new: when you're out and about in the city! I know that sounds easier said than done, because who really goes up to total strangers anymore to give them a compliment, but I assure you, it happens, and maybe you need to be the one who initiates it!

Case in point: just this past summer, I was walking Elvis around the neighborhood when a guy I didn't know came up to me to tell me how much he liked my outfit. I was caught off guard but he made me blush, we continued to chat and, had I not been in a long distance relationship at the time, I would have given him my number. While it didn't work out for obvious reasons, before we parted ways, I told him how much I appreciated him taking the time to go out of his way to come talk to me. And having been single since then, I think it's something that should be paid forward. And I have on numerous occasions.

Because the bottom line is this: It's not a matter of he said/she said and blaming the opposite sex for being too complicated, or too aloof, or too non-committal. After all, we're all human beings looking for the same thing: companionship of some sort. So we should stop trying to outsmart, outwit, outmaneuver each other and ourselves and just be honest. Or as Aziz puts it:

"There's something uniquely valuable in everyone, and we'll be much happier and better off if we invest the time and the energy it takes to find it. But seriously, if the person doesn't clip their toenails or wear clean socks, look elsewhere. There are plenty of options."

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

family heirlooms

Fur coat: Vintage (my mom gave it to me); Sweater: Lou & Grey; Jeans: Levis; Boots: Stuart Weitzman; Beanie: Jennifer Behr; Bag: Proenza Schouler; Sunglasses: Celine; Gloves: Hestra (gift)

When I was much younger, I remember, every few months, my parents would go out for a nice dinner and possibly a theater date. My sister and I, with toys in tow, would be dropped off at our grandparents' house for a few hours. I remember loving these visits, because not only did it mean we could sneak a few extra cookies after dinner (at the approving wink of my grandpa) and stay up a bit later than normal (again, thanks grandpa!), but because I got to see my mom in this beautiful fur coat. There was something so elegant about it to me, almost queen-like, and I had to resist the urge to steal it from her closet on numerous occasions. 

Fast forward a few (OK, a lot of years), and amidst packing up my life in San Francisco to head east to New York, my mom surprised me with this coat of hers. I was speechless. Not only is it still stunning in my eyes, but it reminded me of a little girl in awe of something seemingly out of reach. It goes without saying, it's the softest thing I own in my closet and on a few frigid days here in NYC during NYFW, it's proven it's functionality, too.

Now, I'm not a proponent for real fur. In fact, whenever I can, I will always opt for faux. I can't speak to how the animals were treated in the making of this coat and I can't say that it's been passed down many generations. But I can say, I would like to start that tradition. I'd like to be able to someday pass this coat on to someone who appreciates it just as much as my mom did and as much as I will. I know that doesn't justify much, but with any luck, it won't have been in vain.

Shop my favorite faux fur coats right this way...



Tuesday, February 23, 2016

a thank you note

Sweater: White &Warren (similar style here); Skirt: Gayeon Lee borrowed from Plan de Ville; Shoes: Henri Lepore Dezert; Bag: Olympia Le-Tan; Sunglasses: Celine

Where to start?

Well, let's start with the fact that I'm utterly blown away. Blown away by the response to yesterday's post. Blown away by your sweet and kind words of support, encouragement and positivity. Blown away by your emails (I'm still going through them -- sorry for the delay!). Blown away by how good it feels to be so open and vulnerable about something like this and to know that, at the end of the day, we can all relate to each other.

And for that, I want to say thank you. Thank you for reminding me how much I love to write, especially about things I'm passionate about and thank you for reminding me that it's OK to not be perfect, despite what the internet might tell us. I, for one, am far from perfect and need to remind myself from time to time, that no expects me to be. And as one imperfect person to another, I don't expect you to be perfect either. In fact, here's to being perfectly imperfect! It feels pretty darn good, huh? Like a sigh of relief. A perfect sigh of relief.

Monday, February 22, 2016

lessons in self-love and acceptance {my struggle with hormonal acne}

Top: Ellery borrowed from Plan de Ville; Pants: St. John; Shoes: Oscar de la Renta via The RealReal; Bag: Chanel; Sunglasses: Celine; Bracelet: Tiffany's

First things first. I want to say, from the bottom of my heart, that I truly appreciate all your kind words and birthday wishes last Friday. To feel genuine connections today is rare and the fact I can share my little corner of the internet with you day to day and have it mean something to both of us -- to connect, to discuss, to commiserate, to support, to advise, to just BE, well that's nothing short of amazing to me. Truly. Thank you.

Secondly, but on a very related and open note, I wanted to talk about something that I've been dealing with and thinking about lately and that's self-image. Now, before this starts to sound like an eye-roll inducing after school special, I'd like to clarify a few things. This isn't where I get on a soap box and tell you the importance of self-image and self-worth. Because at the end of the day, I think we can all recognize just how important these things are and how very little they should depend on how we actually look and where we are in life, but our perspective on them. The tricky part, especially as I'm entering this phase where a lot of things in my life really are falling into place after years of hard work (knock on wood!), is how to address it when your perspective shifts. When things you can't control throw you a curve ball. When telling yourself that you're beautiful no matter what, gets a bit harder because of some new insecurity, big or small. When you just can't quiet the doubts that creep in, whether they're warranted or not. 

Where am I going with this? Well in the spirit of being open and honest with you all, for the past two years, I've been struggling with some persistent hormonal acne, primarily along my jawline. What started out as seemingly normal breakouts around that time of the month, has now progressed into something a bit more concerning and cystic in nature. As someone who historically never really dealt with acne as a teenager, aside from the typical pimple that showed up from time to time, this has thrown me for a loop. A complete loop.

Now, you may be wondering as to why it hasn't ever really been a topic here on This Time Tomorrow, or perhaps all that noticeable in my photos. And that's the beauty of makeup coverage and strategic hair placement and me just generally shying away from closeups of my face (I get really nervous when Lydia gets too close to me with her camera). For that, I want to say that I wasn't intentionally trying to mislead anyone about my appearance. At the end of the day, I wanted my outfits to be the focus, and the fact my face happens to pop in from time to time, is just a byproduct. 

In the whole scheme of things, I also realize my acne is by no means debilitating, and after many, many, many Google image searches looking for answers and explanations, I realize I'm much more on the mild to moderate side of the severity spectrum. Hence why it doesn't look all that obvious or noticeable in my photos. Does that mean my self-doubt doesn't creep in regularly? Of course not. Or that my insecurity doesn't control me sometimes? It definitely can and does. Or that some self-loathing, despite my better judgement, doesn't get the best of me? Oh god, it certainly does. More than I would like to admit. 

A bit dramatic? Perhaps. But isn't that the frustrating thing about insecurities? Sometimes, the things no one else really notices or cares about, are the things you blow out of proportion in our head. What used to be routine, like say, going to the coffee shop sans makeup, becomes an inner struggle of thinking everyone is staring JUST at your face. And your latest breakout. 

It can be isolating to say the least -- especially when a lot of your friends (or perhaps amongst my circle of friends), aren't necessarily going through the same thing, you can really start to feel alone. I find this particularly interesting, given that, after a lot of internet research and chatting with my dermatologist at great length, this is actually a really common problem among women my age (due to a long list of hormonal factors that I'm not really qualified to write or speak about). 

Now, I don't intend for this post to turn into a complete skin care routine write up as I'm still very much in the stages of sorting out possible causes and treatments, including but not limited to diet changes and a prescribed medication from my dermatologist. (That said, if you would find it helpful if I documented this experience here, please do let me know in the comments below!) Instead, I want this post to help anyone who's struggling with a self-image problem of their own, be it acne or not, to know that you're not alone. And despite how difficult it might get to remind yourself at the end of the day, it really is true: you are enough. You are. You are fucking more than enough. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And especially don't let yourself tell you otherwise.

Easier said than done, of course. Especially in an age of over-sharing and over-editing, when you can easily compare yourself to this person or that celebrity -- trust me, I get it. And in some ways, I feed into it -- it's the nature of this world I work in. Guilty as charged. But just as that saying goes, "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle," you gotta be kind to yourself first. You owe that to YOU.

And in the spirit of self-love, I've partnered with my favorite facial oil, Biossance, to help celebrate their latest product launch, The Nourisher. As someone with, oddly enough, very dry skin despite my recent onslaught of breakouts, I've toyed with the idea of facial oils off and on the past few years, afraid it would just add too much "oil" to my already seemingly "oily" face. I've now fully incorporated them into my evening routine at the recommendation of my dermatologist, who has me on several cleansers and creams that are extremely drying on the skin to help combat my acne. Throw in the fact that winter is in full swing here in NYC and my skin has never been dryer. Never. It's been extremely uncomfortable and unsettling -- almost to the point that I've noticed my skin becoming a bit dull and less firm than I'm used to, particularly on my lower jawline and neck, where a lot of recent breakouts have been occurring. I'm trusting in the process that my dermatologist has outlined for me (and urge you to consult yours first before you start subscribing to this routine for your skin), but have relished in the fact I can lather on just a few drops of a gentle facial oil like Biossance's Nourisher combined with a gentle moisturizer like CereVe, and start to feel my old skin texture again, despite the necessary skin peeling from my cleansing routine. 

If you'd like to share your own self-love story, Biossance is hosting a giveaway over on their Instagram account. Simply upload an image of your own, share your self-love journey and tag Biossance and you'll be automatically entered for a chance to win a Nourisher sample. 

I also want to say that this post was extremely therapeutic for me to write -- and while I'm still very much in the thick of struggling with acne, I feel immensely better for getting this off my chest. It's something that I've wanted to discuss here on This Time Tomorrow for a while now, but the timing always seemed off and I had a million excuses as to why I didn't want to openly admit this thing that I'm extremely insecure about. But when Biossance shared their latest campaign story with me -- that of self-love -- I felt it would be amiss of me to not take this opportunity to stare this thing down in the face, once and for all, especially with a product that my dermatologist and I feel is a good fit for me and my skin right now.  

Of course, part of me is still afraid to hit publish -- because us silly human beings hate being vulnerable -- but I also recognize that if this reaches just one other person who might be going through something similar, than I fully believe it was worth it. And if you happen to be that one other person still reading this very long and rambling post and want to talk about it -- hit me up! I'm all ears: krystalannebick@gmail.com.

Eep. Hitting that publish button...now...


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

Friday, February 19, 2016

flirty 30

Dress: Georine (borrowed); Jacket: Alexander McQueen (similar style here); Shoes: Henri Lepore Dezert; Lips: Marc Jacobs "Amazing"; Bag: Chanel

Thirty.

Whew. 

I said it.

(Looks over shoulder to see if anyone is listening.)

THIRTY!

Whew.

There. I yelled it! And you know what? I'm fucking pumped about it.

Am I surprised to say that I'm pumped? I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I'm a tiny bit surprised. Perhaps it's just me, but it seems when anyone brings up the idea of turning 30, a few phrases get thrown at you. "Now you're an adult!" or "Time to get serious." or my personal favorite, "30 is the new 20." Almost as if the past 10 years were a test run -- a practice round. 

I'd like to officially go on the record to say, I sure as hell hope my 30s are nothing like my 20s. Not that I didn't enjoy my 20s (as you'll soon see in the bulk of this post, I loved my 20s), but because I've been there! I've done that. I've challenged myself in ways I never thought possible during my 20s and I don't want to look at this next decade as a repeat by any means. I want it to represent the uncharted. The frightening. The different. The new. The untamed. The fucking weird. And the fucking beautiful.

At this point, I would apologize for the swearing, but my soon to be 30-year old self doesn't want to ring in this year with an apology. She'd like to take a few shots of tequila tonight, romp around this city that she loves to the wee hours of the morning and rock and roll into the next 10 years. But before she does that, she'd like to take a moment and bid adieu to her 20s in perhaps the best way any 80s baby knows how: a montage highlight reel. 

So dim the lights. Grab the popcorn. Silence your phones (OK, you don't really have to do that last one, but you catch my drift.)

My 20s in 2 minutes or less: Lived in two big cities that I've dreamed of living in ever since I was a little girl. Started a blog on a complete and utter whim in college, only to stick with it almost 7 years later. Worked at a few start up companies that are the cause of my early grey hairs (not complaining). Later worked at arguably one of the best companies in the world to work for -- and fell in love with the culture and the people. About 5 years later, I worked up the nerve to leave said job, to take another leap of faith (but that's another blog post, for another day). 

I've fallen in love (several times). I've had my heart broken (several times). And each time I learned something new about myself and what I want in a partner. I've also learned to never settle. I've traveled to distant countries where I reveled in the differences that make this world so beautiful and varied. I've become a mom to one wonderful pup, Elvis. I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane (and landed safely). I ran my first marathon (and am looking forward to my second in a few months as a 30 year old!). I made new friends. I made some best friends. I lost some friends, too. I was reckless with my health. And then I was made painfully aware of it, for the better. I lost people I cared deeply for. And I miss their presence all the time. 

I lived in Italy for a few months. I've eaten the most amazing pizza in Torino. I've heard a symphony play in the Sydney Opera House. I've touched the Western Wall. I've looked up at the vaulted ceilings of Haghia Sophia mosque. I've looked down at Horseshoe Bend. I've driven down the coast of California in a convertible and loved every minute of the wind in my hair. I've ridden in a hot air balloon over Turkey. I've gotten lost in Yosemite. I grew the most in San Francisco. I've found my home here in New York. 

Here's to my 20s; they were a wild and crazy ride. And here's to my 30s, may they be even wilder, crazier and, with with any luck, I hope they bring the unexpected. I'm ready for it.

Monday, May 11, 2015

such lengths {the great hair debate}


If you've been following along here on This Time Tomorrow for a while now, you may recall this post from 2012. Where I chopped  off my hair. About 12 inches to be exact. 

As someone who had long hair for most of her life, I remember sitting in the hairdresser's chair in San Francisco (hey, Deb!), literally going white and panicking. Confession: I probably rescheduled that appointment four times until eventually asking a friend to go with me to make sure I actually followed through. My friend stayed. And she cut it. And I felt so liberated. 

Isn't it funny that something like hair can have such control over us? Personally, I'm not one to take many chances with my hair -- before that big cut in 2012, I went through my Zooey Deschanel phase (like everyone else) with blunt bangs and up until a few weeks ago, I had never really colored my hair either. 

But really. It's just hair. And it grows. 

This is a really rambling way of saying: I'm growing my hair out again. Don't get me wrong. I still love my current long bob cut. It's been good to me over the past few years and it still feels really me at the end of the day. 

But it's good to mix things up, right? And no better time to mix things up than in the midst of a lot of other change. After all, I've secretly been missing messy, undone beachy waves, loose ponytails and fishtail braids. Heck, even my celebrity doppelgänger is growing hers outAll of which I can enjoy, in oh, about a year from now. 

In the meantime, I've been gathering a few inspiration images here on Pinterest, with a subtle balayage touch, to hold me over. Have you guys recently grown your hair out? What did you do about the awkward in between phases?

See the original posts here: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4

Friday, April 17, 2015

30 before 30 {ready, set, go!}


Admittedly I'm a bit behind on posting this. OK, it's been approximately 1 month and about 29 days since I turned the big 2-9, but who's counting? To be completely honest, I've had this list drafted for a while now, well before my 29th year struck, but there was something about the first item on my list that kept me from posting, that being this whole New York ride I'm on now. I guess I was afraid of jinxing something I've wanted so badly, that it felt strange to publish it, so, well, permanently

But that's the point of this whole thing, isn't it?

To really own up to what I've realized I know about myself (all thanks to my 20s) and to really look long and hard at what I want to accomplish next (hello, 30s!). Sure, some of these are moonshots. I may not get through every last one of them. But I'm not going to beat myself up over it, either. Regardless, the next year is full of so many exciting firsts, that I really want this list to serve as a mini testament to the things I don't want to put off any longer. Some small. Some monumental. Some silly. Some that will take me a great deal of courage. 

And I'm beyond excited to try them all.

Let's kick things off, shall we?

1. Finally, finally, finally move to New York City. (Done! As of April 6, 2015)

2. Once I'm there, become a pro at the subway (i.e. stop relying on Google Maps as much).

3. Start those piano lessons I talked about last year, and the year before that.

4. Write. A lot more. It's one of the main reasons I started this blog and I resent the fact I don't always get as much time to put the energy I'd like into every post. But I want to make an effort to change that.

5. Redesign this blog. It's more or less looked like this for far too long. It's time to bring it from 1999 to 2015.

6. Explore the East Coast as much as possible. High on my list this summer? Boston. Philadelphia. Washington D.C.

7. Run the New York Marathon.

8. With #7 in mind, I'd like to refocus on my overall fitness. In the past, I've gone back forth between different fad diets and haven't stuck with a general workout regimen for more than a few weeks or so. Now that I have far less commute time on the clock, it's all about getting strong and fit!

9. Visit Japan, chase the cherry blossoms via a rented motorcycle (technically to do that, I'll be 30 when spring rolls back around, but close enough).

10. Go to New Orleans. (Trip is booked for Christine's birthday later in June!)

11. Volunteer. Have been volunteering at a women's shelter. 

12. Take ballet classes.

13. Go to a Knicks game. Or two. 

14. Also, go to a Mets game (maybe when they play the Giants later in June!).  Done! The Giants lost though :(

15. Take the ferry to Brooklyn.

16. Speaking of, explore Brooklyn.

17. Make time to read every day. Taking a crack at this list here.

18. Surfing lessons. Funny how I move away from California, and this winds up on my list. Done! In Mexico! And it was a blast!

19. Visit all the museums in New York City. Apparently there's 83, so I got my work cut out for me.

20. Have friends over for dinner once a month. And actually make dinner as opposed to ordering it.

21. Go on weekend trips with friends up to Montauk as much as possible this summer.

22. Learn how to drive a motorcycle.

23. Visit Chicago. I've never been -- isn't that crazy?! Twice! Boom! Love that city!

24. Learn how to fly fish. Luckily I have a pretty great guide right here. Trip was canceled.

25. Find a reason to celebrate at Eleven Madison Park

26. Go hiking in Utah, and then hop over to Arizona so I can finally see this up close and personal

27. See a Broadway show at least once a month. February: If/Then // March: None // April: The Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder // May: None // June: An American in Paris and Matilda // July: None // 

28. Already did the skydiving thing in New Zealand back in 2013, so how about bungee jumping?

29. Buy a stranger their morning coffee. Because, well, I've always wanted to! Did it!

30. Weather permitting, make a point to read a book out in Central Park as often as possible.

All in all, I think this list feels fairly actionable -- and I'm ready to start checking things off, one by one throughout this coming year. Ready, set, go!
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