Olives & Grace

A few months ago, I happened upon an Instagram account called ‘olivesandgrace.’ I followed the account, hooked on their *artsy* feed only to realize that it was a store in the South End of Boston. I was determined to visit the shop and when I did a few weekends ago, I was not disappointed.

Olives & Grace is “a curtsy to the makers,” a shop dedicated to “fighting the good fight by helping to preserve the simple pleasure of walking into a shop and discovering products that have been drafted and perfected by skilled craftsmen.” Walking into Olives & Grace, I felt like I’d walked into the yuccie dream–a shop that is bright, relaxing, and offers an array of goods that you can’t get anywhere else and makes you feel so close to the creatives who designed them. Everyone who I’ve chatted with at the shop is so sweet (including owner Sofi Madison–the cutest ever with hair that might inspire me to highlight mine…) and so passionate about connecting “makers” to the just the right customers.

Olives & Grace carries a myriad of goodies, from whole wheat oat cookies with cranberries and bittersweet chocolate (which I bought and demolished) to gentlemen’s pocket squares (husband, where are you? I have a pocket square waiting for our night out on the town!) to pine-flavored cocktail syrups (intrigued is an understatement). They also have the funniest cards, nut butters of all flavors (yessss), super duper special hot sauces like this one. I can’t wait to head back to Olives & Grace to pick up more unique, tasty, and curated goodies. See some adorable pics of the shop below and prepare to DIE for everything. Screen Shot 2015-08-16 at 6.20.33 PM

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Buttoned Up

If you’ve been checking your Instagram feeds or favorite fashion blogs lately, you’ve probably noticed the ’90s revival that’s currently underway. From chokers to crop tops to mom jeans, the ’90s are hot hot hot and “back in style.” Good and bad things have come from this revival, let’s be clear. I love a nice pair of wide leg or flare jeans, but I think we can keep chokers in the past.

One trend to truly shine during this movement is the button-up skirt. Rendered in everything from corduroy to denim to cotton, this skirt has taken high-fashion and everyday brands by storm. It kind of reminds me of the back-to-school shopping I did in middle school. Come on, everyone had a corduroy skirt come September before 6th grade….right? Or am I the only one?

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Urban Outfitters: skirt 1, skirt 2, skirt 3, skirt 4, skirt 5, skirt 6, skirt 7, skirt 8, skirt 9

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Zara: skirt 1, skirt 2, skirt 3, skirt 4, skirt 5, skirt 6, skirt 7, skirt 8, skirt 9

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Shopbop: skirt 1, skirt 2, skirt 3, skirt 4, skirt 6

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Rock on ’90s chicks

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On Moving to a New City

As most of you know, I moved to Boston roughly six weeks ago to begin my *adult life* aka try my very best to pretend to be a grown-up. After choosing between New York, where my family lives, and Boston, I decided that I wanted to stay in Boston. Much as living at home would have been a simple transition, I wasn’t ready to be done with such a wonderful city. And plus, I wasn’t hot on living with my parents. So with the help of my parents, I packed my bags into a very large car, hauled a dresser up two windy flights of stairs, and posted up in a city that I thought I knew pretty well. I told myself that I would have a ton of friends here and that I would absolutely love it.

Before I share my sob story, let me state that I do love it here. Boston is one of the most wonderful cities in the world (I’m a tad biased). It’s beautiful and has so much character. It’s approachable in that it’s not intimidatingly big but it also doesn’t feel so small that you could walk the entire city in 2 hours. I love my Friday afternoon walks through new neighborhoods and my Sunday runs along the river. Just last week, I briefly stopped while I was running just to take in my surroundings, truly in awe that I live in such a unique, inspiring city. I really enjoy my job and I love my apartment, so all is well in those areas. I’d say I’m doing fairly well.

What I didn’t anticipate when I moved here was loneliness. Feeling like you have to text five different people in the least annoying and awkward way possible to see if they’re doing anything tonight and if they are, if you might be able to come. That feeling that you get on a Saturday afternoon around 1:30pm when you want to do an activity but not knowing who to do it with. Knowing that other people from school are surrounded by their best friends in new cities taking them on together. Walking around a new neighborhood, content by yourself but kind of wishing that someone were experiencing it with you. Wanting to go to a bar but definitely not okay with sitting by yourself. Never.

Six weeks in, it’s hitting me that this transition might not be as easy as I thought it would be. Although I consider myself an extrovert, it’s going to take effort and time for me to find my place and people here. Don’t get me wrong–it’s not like I spend every waking moment by myself. I’m lucky in that I do have a lot of friends here, many of whom I troll the life out of on a Friday night to see what they’re doing. And they’re all truly incredible people–they’re hilarious and welcoming and don’t give a shit what people think. Those are the people I like. But no one can replace your best friends–the people who you text eight times in a row annoying them to come over and play with you. I’m not at that point with anyone here yet. Yet.

I naively assumed that the transition from college to real life would be easy. I thought that since I’d lived in Boston for four years and did have a ton of friends staying here that everything would be fine and that I’d live a glamorous postgrad life. But I forgot that moving into my own apartment in a new part of town combined with many of my close friends moving away might actually challenge me. That the only thing that remained consistent was the state I was living in. That it might be really tough on a Sunday morning when all of your feelings about postgrad hit you and you don’t know who to talk to. Sure, a phone call or FaceTime is an easy way to vent to your mom and best friend about postgrad. But it’s not the same as receiving the long, warm hug that you so desperately need and the shoulder that you want to cry on.

But you know what? It’s going to be okay. To everyone living in a new city or starting a new job or just living a different life: we’ll be okay. We’ll find the shoulders to cry on, the friends to troll for plans, and the significant others to hug us when we’re hurting. We’ll find our people and our places. But it takes time and patience and courage. Kudos to all of us for starting our lives and taking chances in new places with new people. It takes serious strength to so drastically change your life. But change is good–I’d argue that change is great. So we have to be okay with being alone for a little while. Independence is a good thing. But we also have to be willing to put ourselves out there; to hang out with people who aren’t (yet) our best friends, to start a conversation with a stranger, to be okay with the awkward silences that will diminish with time.

I think it’s important too to let yourself cry and to be scared and to own that the transition isn’t easy. But what you do after you’re out of tears is what’s key. Are you going to wipe your tears and then go back to binging on The Office, or are you going to tell yourself that you can do this? That you are a strong, independent postgraduate who can fucking do this.

I recently read an article on XOJane that really resonated with me about the seven things you should remember when you move to a new city. The ones that stood out to me: family is important, but don’t drive home yet. I know that if I go home, I’ll feel like I lost the battle between me and postgrad. I need to make Boston home before I go home-home. Make yourself your constantly reassuring friend, especially when your reassuring friends aren’t always there to pick you up when you’re feeling down. Give yourself credit–you’re doing the damn thing. The last item really resonated with me: find a place to be alone where you don’t feel alone. For me, that place is the Rose Kennedy Greenway, a few steps away from my apartment and where I find myself at least once a week pretending to read but really just people watching for hours on end. It reminds me that so many of those people probably went through the same thing that I’m going through and they turned out okay. It reminds me that there is something so much bigger than me in the world and that if feeling lonely sometimes is my biggest worry then I’m doing pretty well.

So the next time you’re feeling lonely, go ahead and cry. I fully intend to. But don’t lock yourself in your apartment and throw away the key–embrace this change, go explore, and go find your people and place. We can do it.

Best of Sale

Among the things I’ve realized since starting my job in the ~fashun~ industry, is that sales (read: REAL sales) are twice a year. J. Crew seems to send out a sale email practically every other day, and everything is an extra 40 or 50 or 70% off. But sales on designer clothes? Like $$$ clothes? Those happen twice a year – around June and November. These amazing, and still unaffordable (but more affordable) sales are coming to a close soon, so I’m here to give my “sale wrap-up dream cart.” Read below to see what I would be buying if I made triple my salary.

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P.S. All the styles can be found on Moda Operandi (in the sale section!)

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Postgrad-A Haiku

Postgrad is a weird place. College rules don’t apply but adult rules don’t always apply because we’re only 22 and definitely aren’t adults yet. We’re supposed to take real life super seriously, but honestly, we feel like life is at its most absurd right now. Like, who thought it was a good idea to let us loose on society? Sorry, world. We’re here, some of us are queer, and we’re not going anywhere. So let’s take a moment to laugh at the ridiculousness that is postgrad with some haikus from some of our favorite people, our best friends. Warning: strap on your adult diaper, because you’ll be laughing so hard you may need it.

*Haikus have been creatively developed by Caroline, Gabby, and our wonderful collection of friends (KK, MG, KL, AB, DN)*

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My boss yelled at me,
I said I am so sorry,
I don’t give a shit.

You can’t drink on Tues,
Sis walked in on me pooping,
When does grad school start?

Live with my parents,
would someone please hire me,
ha ha ha ha ha.

Those may sound like laughs,
But really I am crying,
ha ha ha ha ha.

Dating apps are weird,
alcohol costs much money,
I guess I’ll date him.

The day’s high and low?
High: ate chipotle for lunch.
Low: that is my high.

No one gets me like
FuckJerry and thefatjew
I pee every time.

Drinking with my cat,
Different than being at school,
Cat won’t drink with me.

Counting down the days
I miss my biddies so much
Who said this was fun?

Yes, I am employed
Do you want sprinkles on that?
Why did I move home.

Parents got new car,
Why buy cool things once I’m gone?
No more tuition.

I am all alone,
Real Housewives: my only friends
I might kill my mom.

Orange is The New
Black…I finished season 3.
Nothing to live for.

I said screw the man,
I am working for the man,
I can’t pay my bills.

All I want is ‘za,
Cannot afford to buy ‘za.
Life without ‘za sucks.

Welcome to the trap,
wipe your feet before entrance,
this is my home now.

Can I eat ice cream
For breakfast, lunch, and dinner?
You only live once.

I have a crockpot,
I am sixty five years old,
I will make good soups.

This is my life now,
Watching shark week all night long,
In my bed by 10.

What is clean eating,
I only cry at Whole Foods,
Guess I’ll have pizza.

Work is kind of hard
My boss is cooler than me
She is twenty nine

Braving Trader Joes,
Maybe I’ll meet a yopro,
Just kidding, it’s me.

Family BBQ
“No, I don’t have a job yet”
Screw you, Uncle Jeff

Free food much more scarce,
When not paying tuition,
Real world is shitty.

Must travel in car,
Instead of walking down hall,
To hang out with friends.

Mom noticed weight gain,
“Must have been stress from exams,”
Drunk at last final.

“Describe a time you…,”
No, fuck you, this internship’s,
Unpaid anyways.

 

And with that….we’re done.

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