if i was your boyfriend, i'd never let you go.


Image To the jeans with a nine-inch inseam,

Thank you for finding me. I searched high on the shelves of Madewell—overpriced, but probably sturdy, and still too much for me to pay for a pair of jeans. I searched low in the recesses Gap's sale section. The fit too tight to claim to be my boyfriend's jeans. You see, I wanted  the saggy, the shredded, the "I took these right out of my boyfriend's laundry hamper and cinched them just tight enough to rest on my hips with his belt" look. Alas, I have no boyfriend to comb through dirty clothes baskets and every pair of boyfriend jeans I've found seem like they'd suffocate my metaphorical boyfriend's nether region. The boyfriend I'd steal clothes from does not wear the same jeans as me.

But I found them. Forever 21 has my back. I bought them three sizes "too big" they didn't fit just the way I wanted. They are as unflattering as I had envisioned—saggy, frumpy, ragged—and they're perfect.




[sweater-j.crew, jeans-forever21, boots-zara, bag-rm]

it's not goodbye, it's see ya later.

It was the summer I ruined a $5,000 dress. The summer I had a noticeable southern accent and Jewish roommates; the summer of sweaty errand running and a cool 63 degree window AC. The summer I read Lolita and lived the real life Tree Grows in Brooklyn; the summer that tasted like Brooklyn Lager, St. Germain and unsweet tea; the summer filled to the brim with late night city strolls and too many ice cream runs; the summer of growth and self discovery, challenged faith and questioned motives; the church on Mulberry, the grocery store on Prince and the cupcakes next door; the summer with new friends, passionate strangers, lost connections and forever acquaintances. It was the summer my hair grew out; the summer I discovered true beauty and how to be me. They say the best is always the most recent, but I'm not quite sure what could top the summer spent on Broome Street. The summer of 21 is one I'll never forget.

 I'll be back sweet city, don't worry.
 [jacket-ragged priest, pants-madewell (old), shoes-manolo blahnik]

Thank you so much, Ali for dressing me, letting me borrow your beautiful shoes and taking these awesome photos. We decided I looked Greaser-chic with my slicked back hair, white tee and denim jacket. I always identified more with Ponyboy, but this Johnny look suits me well—if Johnny didn't die and wore sequin harem pants.

that one time I brought a suitcase full of shoes to NYC and how it's still not enough

I came to New York with approximately one suitcase full of shoes, prepared for just about any fashion predicament I might find myself, except walking that is. Just a quick little inventory of what I brought
with me to the city to get you guys up to date:
4 pairs of high heels that I will never wear because that's just not practical with cobblestones and subway grates to dodge.
2 pairs of flats. Right, I know, what was I thinking?
1 pair of booties 
1 pair of tennis shoes that many times have accompanied errand-running ensembles against my former chagrin toward the rubbered soles.
2-4 various other pairs that aren't coming to me right now, which I obviously don't wear that much since I can't even remember what they are.
Needless to say, NYC terrain is very different from the familiar UA sidewalks, which I've grown accustom. Back home there's no need to dodge and weave and cut in front of oncoming traffic. I mean, everyone else is doing it. You get caught up in the fast pace of city life and here I am proving New York stereotypes right. My pace is faster so I need my heels to be shorter and as much as I'd like to shop the streets of NYC for the perfect pair of black gladiators, this unpaid intern is on a budget. 
Thankfully ShoeDazzle's got me covered, my soles at least. I certainly can't afford Rachel Zoe's ready-to-wear line, but I am more than happy for her to pick out a collection of shoes for me via ShoeDazzle's 
To join, you take a quiz so they can get to know your style. You know, like what J.Lo look best describes you....the green breast-baring Versace number circa 2000 or are you that classy Maid in Manhatten style?  Based on the results of the quiz, they give you your first showroom of shoes and handbags they think you’ll love. At the beginning of every month you will receive a new showroom selection that fits your individual style, and as new styles get added to the site throughout the month, they continue to tailor your personalized recommendations. Y'all Kim K and Rachel Zoe were involved so...you're kind of missing out if you don't at least try it out.
I can't wait to get my hands on those black gladiators to spice up my American Girl-esque sundresses. 

shoedazzle by abigailcrain featuring madewell

This post is sponsored by ShoeDazzle.

spring break essentials

spring break essentials

spring break essentials by abigailcrain featuring travel shoes

Spring break is here and that's all that matters. I am in dire need of a quick refresher before speeding through this last month of school. 
To most, I'm an underpacker, but I'm just fond of recycling outfits. I have about six pieces that keep a tight rotation going throughout each week, so for me, packing ain't no thing. 
A couple of friends and I will be traveling to New Orleans for a few days then up to Nashville for a quick day trip before heading home to settle in for the Easter weekend.
Denim, sundress, plain white t, booties, sandals, dainty undergarments and a tote to carry it all. I figured these pieces will work fine for the traveling/city walking part of the trip.


Saying I was excited to go to New York this weekend would be a grave understatement. I have been counting down the days, anxiously awaiting to break out my most elaborate sartorial combinations that usually lie dormant in my closet. A girl can only take so many stink-eyes on her walk to class. But, this weekend is different. This weekend, I am one of them. I am among the fashion greats, the trend-making citizens of NYC. It is just a city, but I want it to be my city. 

Yesterday was spent scouring Broadway, ripping through sale racks and snacking at way too many restaurants. Today, we planned a quick trip to Brooklyn to meet up with family and dig through the Brooklyn Flea Market. Maybe this southern lady is a bit callow and naive when it comes to big-city exploring, but I could not get over myself. I was star struck with every step, my neck craned upward to catch glimpses of every fire escape and street sign. 
To prepare for Brooklyn, a place that holds the namesake of my favorite book (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn), I found it suitable to break in my newly-purchased sequined pants. I really am like a moth and fluorescent lighting when it comes to sparkles.

[geek-topshop, pants-madewell, shoes-target, bag-cynthia rowley, hat-h&m]