Festival Fashion Trends: Illustrations

With week one of Coachella underway, Festival season is just beginning. Although I had to give up our Coachella tickets this year under Doctor’s orders, it doesn’t mean I can’t dream about this year’s hottest festival trends.

I partnered with Chic Sketch and Co-Founder, Emily Brickel Edelson of the fashion forward mobile app that transforms images into fashion sketches within minutes.  This app brings your Insta pics to a whole new medium of fashion for the average fashionista, who perhaps doesn’t have the gift of sketching (ahem, moi).

Check out some of Emily’s picks for this year’s dreamiest of festival trends spotted at week one of Coachella.

P.S.- Chocker’s are the new flower crowns.  Get on it, girls.

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Love,

Britt x

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Je Ne Sais Quoi: What Is Style?

Style is simply having a sense of who you are.  I’ve had style since the womb. Quite literally.  I realize not everyone gets so lucky, but it’s a state of mind, an art form. It’s about being comfortable in your own skin, a logo to your personality and a trademark to your soul.

When I was little I would prance around the house singing to Dolly Parton in my Mum and Nan’s highest of heels.  The world was my stage and the hair spray bottle was my microphone. Needless to say, I’m still working on my voice.  But to my surprise when I was  accepted to the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising in Los Angeles and told by the Director that I had one of the best portfolios that they had viewed in years, it was one of the best days of my life.  I knew that it was a part of who I was.  The thing is, style, oh yes, style is something that I do for myself. I dress to please myself and myself alone.  Without which I would feel simply dull.  I’m not saying it’s the clothes that make the person, but you may as well have a little fun with it.

To have that certain je ne sais quoi, you must emphasize a life of passion.  This can come in many forms.  For me it shines through in ways of leisurely pastimes, charm and cultivation of life’s simple pleasures.  One might think you need extra zeros on your paycheck to manifest this type of lifestyle however it comes from within, it comes from happiness and from happiness comes the best style.

As Donna Karen once said, “It’s when the woman, her individuality and spirit comes through, she uses clothes to express who she is and how she feels.”

Investing in pieces that are both couture as well as thrifty is a high all on its own.  A sensational form of art and a vision that even Picasso would fail to uphold to the likes of the fashion canvas.  However, the beauty of style can be anything to anyone and beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as the magic and experience within the rules of fashion is that they are made to be broken.  Obey your gut, do what you like best and know that trends are momentary, be faithful to your own taste because what YOU truly like will never go out of style.

Love,

Britt x

Check Out My Rack: #ShopMyCloset

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Hi lovlies,

So — #BSMHB was temporarily down.  Don’t ask why.  I still don’t understand myself, but the important thing is that we’re back up and running and meanwhile I had the chance to sort through my closet! Woohoo for purging and freeing up some space in my life.  YAS, honey.

With that said, my goal is to get some of these babies up on the site for sale this week.  So stay tuned.

Also, on a heavier note — chemo last week was a breeze and the easiest one to date.  Not so heavy after all.  I’ve been pretty sleepy, yet otherwise very happy with the way I’ve been feeling and sans over the porcelain thrown. 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Check back for updates this week and enjoy this beautiful Sunday.

Kisses,

Britt x

#BSMHB Meets #ShopMyCloset !!! xx

I’ve decided I have too many possessions.  I am going to start #BSMHB meets #ShopMyCloset.  Prices will be varied depending on the items, value of item(s), brands, condition, etc.  I will share the content on bestillmyheartblog.com as well as @bestillmyheartblog on Instagram and the BSMHB FB Page.  I will be setting up a separate email account to manage the transactions for questions, concerns or anything else regarding the items for up sale.

Additionally, whilst sharing the item that is for sale, I will also share how I would style the item.  You may not fancy it that way, but it’s always fun to see how others werrrk it.

Fashionably yours,

Britt x

*ALL sales will be final and must ALL transaction(s) must be paid via PayPal.  Shipping and handling not included in pricing of item listed.

Dior: Made Her Fall to the Floor

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Imagine a personality ten times larger than life.  We met at my best friend Crystal’s 20th Birthday and her friend from college came to the shindig we were throwing at Crystal’s parents house.  Our meeting is another hilarious story for yet a completely differet post.  Pardon me, once again I veered off track.  I met the one and only Innesa, a Russian born, Jewish and Brunette version of Marilyn Monroe.   A force to be reckoned with and sharp as a tack.  Needless to say we were attracted to one another as friends immediately.  It was though we had known one another for lifetimes, eons, centuries.  

Wild is an understatement to describe her, but not negatively or with an irresponsible connotation.  I mean ballsy, bold, badass.  Our stars aligned during a very pivotal time for the both of us — right around the time we turned 21.  My 21st was beyond mental and I don’t recall it clearly enough to regurgitate it (get it).  I make myself laugh. Opps, sorry. Focus. Yet, for Innesa’s Birthday I remember ever detail.

I should probably back up and tell you where all this is coming from.  We have a fancy built in closet and the rack on the wooden wardrobe fell down completely.  It looked like a tornado snuck into our closet. After being that way for over a week, I couldn’t look at it like that for a moment longer and I was united.  To my despair, as I was reunited with my precious Nan today, as she returned from her holiday to Aruba and once again organized my closet.

Whist handing her things as she’s standing on a mid-level ladder, I came across a Dior bag that was dusty and placed at the very back of my wardrobe and fell amongst the collapse of the rest of the wardrobe.  When I say bag, I don’t mean purse, I mean, shopping bag.  A Dior one.

 A  month or so ago I re-organized most of my everyday shoes and a friend of mine suggested that I blog about all of my different shoes I have as I posted as comment on how many memories each pair of shoe brings back and all of the places around the world they have been.  If only shoes can talk.  Then I figured they can’t, but I can write about it and she was right. There is a deep love affair with all of my shoes because they all tell a story.

 As I was handing off the Dior bag which contains a pair of white Dior sandal heels, still in the box and probably worn twice.  The box was dusty and I saw a hotel tag on the strap of the bag with a guy’s name on it.  I’ll respect his anonymity — so let’s call him BJ Einns and I was instantly transported back to Las Vegas circa 2007.

At the time I was working for American Express and was in sales and making more money than I knew what to do with.  My bills were being paid, I was a spender and didn’t have any remorse when swiping that debit card.  Zavy on the other hand was the complete opposite, she liked a good negotiation and that is putting it delicately.

It was our second to last day and we weren’t leaving until that night and decided to go for brunch at the delicious but disgustingly expensive buffet at The Wynn and then we were going to browse around the shops inside ritzy hotel and casino on the famous strip.  Following our gluttony and mimosa session at the buffet we wobbled to the shops like Chanel, Louie, McQueen — all my faves.  Then we stumbled into Dior and at the time I just j’adored Dior.  I’ll be classy and won’t drop the price, but let’s just say that Zavy nearly fainted and needed to sit down immediately…

TO BE CONTINUED…