As I’ve mentioned in my two most recent blog posts, I’m currently redefining — and redesigning — my wardrobe. I’ve never had a Clueless-sized closet with rows and rows of clothes. But I realized back in August that my closet was too big: many of my clothes didn’t fit my body, my tastes, or my lifestyle anymore,
Back in August, I realized I had a huge problem: my closet. I’m not talking about mess, or not finding anything to wear, or my clothes having stains and holes — I’m talking about all of the above. I had spent the last few years wearing clothes I didn’t love, that didn’t fit, and I
A few years ago, as a junior in college, I wrote two posts about creating an “intentional closet.” The idea was simple: your closet should reflect you, your values, and your personal style. It was far from revolutionary, but it seemed to capture people’s interest; in the three years since, the two posts have been
Fun fact: I have’t always loved, or even liked, Bible study. Back before I knew how to start studying the Bible, I was a lost teenager who couldn’t tell Numbers from, well, a math textbook. I did my first Bible study online when I was 17, and I distinctly remember the teacher telling us to
In case you’ve missed my tweets, Instagram stories, and blog posts: I’m getting married! By the time of our wedding this summer, Ken and I will have been together for seven and a half years, and I’m so flipping excited to tie the knot. I love him so much it’s low-key gross. To stop my friends from
I have a few unusual nicknames. In college, I earned the name “No-Pants Sara” because I mainly wear dresses and didn’t wear pajama pants around the dorm. I’m “Mesmerizing Macadamia” in my friend group chat, where each of us have a nut-related nickname because, well, we’re a little nuts. And at home, I’m “Cyclone Sara” because
I love to sew, and for several years, I assumed I’d make my own wedding dress. My mom sewed her own dress, and while it’s not my style (she wore a red knee-length dress to her wedding, and, ironically, I’m a bit more traditional), I love feeling linked to past generations and their love stories.
A few years ago, when I was eighteen and at the start of my gap year, I was having coffee at a friend’s mom’s house. My friend, Sam, was spending some time abroad, and I was in the US for a few months before leaving for the Netherlands. Sam’s mom Laurel, who I’d known and
Do you know what your life principles are? Could you tell them to me if I asked? If you’re like the average person (or fortune cookie), you could probably rattle off a list of promises you don’t always keep. Don’t go to bed angry. Never hit snooze. Always make the bed when you get up.