Francey Pants


I’m not exactly sure where to start. These past three weeks have been some of the most wonderful I’ve experienced, and I can’t wait to share it all with you. Fashion blog, shmashion blog we are heading into full on lifestyle here. But don’t worry, I promise I’ll still tell you what I’m wearing. 


Three weeks ago I flew to Cannes to meet C for our lovely vacation in France. He was there for work and I just couldn’t let him go without me this time. I have never been out of the country aside from Jamaica and Mexico (both resort vacations) so this was extra exciting. Note: I am an awful, anxious flyer and will definitely post some travel tips in another post for all you fellow nervous Nancys.


I arrived in Nice around 10 a.m. and was greeted with beautiful sunshine and a beautiful (yeah, everyone here is handsome) chauffeur. Really, C went all out. He was holding a card with my last name on it—it really doesn’t take much to impress me—and off we went to meet my beau in Cannes. It truly was the most gorgeous car ride I’d ever been on: mountains, the Mediterranean, palm trees, and pastels… basically the Instagram aesthetic I aspire to. 

The four days we spent there were filled with movie premiers, long dresses I haven’t sported since prom, Rosé, pizza, oysters and boat rides. It was “pinch me” perfect. I saw Ryan Gosling, Blake Lively and Steven Spielberg on the red carpet and tried not to squeal, because apparently that isn't allowed when you are on the red carpet and not bystander. I took a boat ride to a teensy island and contemplated my existence as a citizen of the entire world. Because I think in the back of my head I assumed I was on the Truman Show and the only thing that actually existed was me. I went to a premiere after party and stepped on the leading lady's gown, because me, and danced til my feet were bleeding. 


I realize I am straying from my usual tone, snark-filled and bursting with self-deprecating side notes. But I’m at a loss. I bought new clothes for the trip and I looked good. Like, really good. And I had a blast. C is one of the most thoughtful and romantic people I know (lucky I know) and he was careful to plan our shenanigans down to a T, something I have grown accustom to in our relationship.  I thrive when schedules are involved. I was reminded when I should start getting ready for events, encouraged to explore on my own, and recommended to drop by the french Pharmacies to pick out expensive skincare products. Wow, ok. Writing all of that out has reminded me I should thank him.

Cannes is probably the most picturesque place I’ve ever been, and I hope to have captured enough of it with my DSLR and the new Polaroid camera I purchased just for the occasion. I mean really, when else is a good time to buy one?

I’ve decided to break up the trip in a few posts, so stay tuned for more.

10 Things I Love about my Neighborhood

  1. Gladys
  2. I thought for the longest time my super knew my name, but was just saying it kind of weird. No, he’s been saying “baby.” But he has cooked me dinner and tells me good morning before I leave for work every day.
  3. I am one block from the farmers market, Brooklyn Public Library and the Brooklyn Museum of Art
  4. Someone is always barbecuing in the summer, so it always smells delicious.
  5. We are two blocks away from Alabama friends and it makes me feel like we’re on Seinfeld.
  6. My neighbor’s dog’s name is Coconut Dragon
  7. The two closest grocery stores are both kind of gross, limited and everything feels sticky. But, it makes decision making easy and quick.
  8. It takes one episode of Serial or Radiolab to get from my house to work and I’m never left with a cliffhanger.
  9. Everyone doesn't ALWAYS walk with headphones in and sometimes I get head nods and half smiles.
  10. My coffee shop is also an ice cream shop. Great coffee and better ice cream, but there’s also a “kid section” and it’s hard to get work done there because it smells like stale Cheetos and boogers sometimes.

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Good luck, Anna.

1528752_10204151289160074_1776058997536368962_n For Anna. My beautiful, smart, carefree baby sister. I know you know a lot of this, but I wanted to remind you. I thought about sending you a letter, but I realized it won't get home in time and you'll already be at school.

Everyone says college is the most fun four years you will ever have in your life. Yeah, it's pretty fun. Mom and Dad pay for your meals while you "find yourself" and try to make it to all of your classes. You'll make lasting friendships, find a couple of boyfriends, and drink cheap beer. It really is the life, but you have to take advantage of this precious time.

Take school seriously.

Just go to class. It really is hard to fail if you go to all of you classes. OK, skipping a few 8 am's or two won't hurt because those are a construct of the Devil himself, but more than that and you'll stress yourself. Feeling behind is the worst. I promise the stress isn't worth it.

Take a couple fun classes.

I think I learned more life lessons from my "extra" classes than I did the classes I took for my major. Take women's self defense, pottery, anthropology of sex. Whatever peaks your interest. The "extras" will give you personality points down the line in a future conversation with a boy at a dimly lit bar over artisan cocktails. More importantly they will stretch your mind and make you think about things. Maybe important things.

Be one of the guys, but don't drink like them.

You and I both see eye to eye on this one. We like to hang with the guys "drama free" (jokes on us, boys cause way more drama than girls). It's cool to be the easy-going friend who can get in deep conversations with any guy, but freshman boys are freshman boys and they don't know their limits. Never be the girl with eyes glazed and has to be carried home. But if you do, make sure your ride is sober and don't be afraid to call someone to pick you up. I really would fly to Birmingham if you needed me, but try Lily first.

On the topic of guys.

You may have a boyfriend, or two, or three, in college. They probably won't be "the one." Don't forget to remind yourself that. You'll be 21 when you graduate. You can't  be expected to find your soulmate having only legally been able to drink for three months.

Don't ever be afraid to say "no."

You don't owe anyone anything, no matter what you're wearing, what you said before, how much you drink, or how much older he is. Even if you just wanted to make out a little, you can still say "no" at any point. You always call the shots. Period.

Dress how you want.

I made it a point in college to call out every girl (in a bi-weekly printed column!) who dressed the same. But just like I "did what I wanted" and wore tutus and sequined pants to class, so can everyone else. If you want to sport the Nike shorts and XXL Comfort Colors tee, by all means do it. It's hot as hell in Tuscaloosa and I wouldn't blame you. But don't be afraid to rock your own look. You are queen of all things boho-chic and you look good in it. Keep it up.

Try everything.

Not everything. That's not a good excuse to do dangerous or illegal activities. Try every club and every campus event. A bunch of them will be boring or sound lame, but it's worth it. Not only will you have things to add to your resume (see: very, very important after you graduate) but you will also meet great, wonderful, unique people you would normally not hang out with.

Don't use a fake.

You will get caught, it will go on your record, and dad will pay a fine. No fun.


Even in a stereotypical southern state school like UA, there are boatloads of people looking for answers outside the box. These people will do big things and you need to listen to them. I learned more from my peers than I did teachers. Listen to outspoken classmates with contrasting opinions. You may not agree, but his/her feelings are valid and you still need to listen. Listen when you think you should argue. It's much better to hear all sides before coming out with a conclusion of you own.

Never wear heels on Gameday

It's not worth it. Ever. You will fall over and your feet will bleed.

Good luck with moving in and rush next week. I miss you and love you more.

xoxo and rtr,


new look

My little piece of internet got a facelift with the new year. Maybe this will inspire me to use it a little more than last year. Let me know what you think! IMG_0320

Enjoy this tiny preview of what is to come in my next post. Of course my favorite photo from the day has nothing to do with my outfit. Check back tomorrow for more.

east village uniform


You couldn't rip these $20, Forever21 jeans away from me if your life depended on it. They're perfect and comfortable and I don't  have to unbutton the top button after a large meal. Boyfriend jeans are a way of life, one that says "I know my backside is unflatteringly flat and it looks like I have cankles, but those are the kinds of things I can forgo when I want to look slouchy-chic and don't want seam lines embedded in my skin when I take them off." Boyfriend jeans don't care if you don't have a boyfriend and you bought them at a teen wholesale store. They're the IDGAF of jeans, they're the pair-me-with-sexy-sandals-to-create-an-ironic-dichotomy-jeans and they're here to stay for every season. I just decided.

Halfway through this post I realized I already wrote an ode to these jeans, but I guess I'll keep going to show you I'm not a quitter. Here is my summer interpretation in which I add a breezy button-down and sleek sandals to up the down-town chic factor, but I also wear them with muscle tees and Birkenstocks; so don't be fooled.

New York's still beautiful, if you were wondering. I've been spending a lot of my time in the East Village with my soon-to-be roommates and I can't help but take fashion inspiration from the silent fashionistas that seem to always have their nose in their phones. This trait helps me to look a few seconds longer without feeling intrusive. This down-town chic is a mix of neutral cropped sweaters and frayed denim, platform sandals and textures hair-dos. I'd be lying if I told you my hair wasn't an attempt at the perfectly undone look the ladies of downtown sport.

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Thanks, Mazie for the photos.


goodbye, Tuscaloosa

IMG_0117 After graduating from college and all that the mile-marker entails, I am trying to tone down the Forever 21 tutus and cat sweatshirt purchases and instead look for more job-friendly finds. Madewell's sale section has become my go-to for grown-up-gal looks that suit both my style and my desire to look like a trustworthy, job-holding member of the adult world. I plan on this striped tunic dress being in constant rotation in my professional wardrobe—dressed up with a camel-colored blazer of course.

I don't think I will ever own a skirt suit, unless it has polka-dots on it and I can wear it with a turtle-neck, cropped top. I've only really worn my plain black pumps to Christmas Eve Mass. And nude tights will never be in my winter repertoire. I think I will always show a bit of spunk in regards to grown-up clothes. I figure I have a good 20 years before I need nude tights to cover whatever leg blemishes you get post-children.

Also. What's a semi-adult look without an exaggerated neon-blue cat-eye? Probably not work-friendly, but what really defines work-appropriate? Not neon? Ok.

Thanks Madewell, for always being on point with your casual, kind of adultish clothes. Keep up the good work.

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[dress-madewell, scarf-madewell, shoes-nine west, bangle-madewell, watch-as0s]

Thanks, Daniel for the photos.