h&m baby

H&M has been on their A-game lately. You know when you’re in the mood to shop, but also don’t want to shop because sifting through the thousands of items stores has is more exhausting than running anything over 3 miles. I know you know the feeling. But, I was procrastinating homework (as per usual) and I stumbled across H&M’s website and I fell in love with so many pieces. I made a little collage of everything that’s on my wishlist currently so take a look / feel free to gift me any of these items. My birthday isn’t that far away…  

mom jeans | grey sweater | sneakers |

orange sweater | white sweater | jacket

thanks for reading!
xox
chloe

unconditional love

I want to talk about my sorority for a second. Before you go rolling your eyes, just know that sororities aren’t like how they are perceived in movies, TV, and even the news. Sure, we have social events and a lot of us are very social in general, but my sorority means a lot to me. And don’t you worry, my family makes plenty of fun of me when I get sentimental or cheesy about it, but it’s the truth. 

I have a lot I could say about how or why it means so much to me, but I’ll share about my sorority “family” first. If you’re not familiar, when you join a sorority you’re given a “big” and then when you’re a sophomore you get a “little” and then your littles get littles and so on. I’m lucky enough to have an amazing family which is a very special thing.

I happened to hangout with my G-Little today in between classes because I randomly had to go to my sorority house for a second and bumped into her. We ended up talking in the hallway and then her room for over an hour and it was wonderful. You know when you connect with someone and want to be there for them and know that they’ll always be there for you as well? That’s how I feel about my whole family. I hope they know how special they are to me, and having these people in my life is something I don’t take for granted. 

So if you’re in my GPhi Fam and you’re reading this, know how much I appreciate your friendship and unconditional love and know that I’m always here for you no matter what. 

Thanks for reading
chloe 

with a purpose

Do you ever meet someone and think that they’re “cool.” Like the purest definition of the word “cool.” To the point even where it seems like they’re not even trying. How are people so effortlessly cool? But then again it’s important to remember that the person I think is the coolest might be super lame to you and vice versa. It’s all subjective, much like art. 

I was just in my typography class and our current project is to design 26 characters. Essentially, we have to create our own font. My teacher is the walking version of the word “cool,” and loves when people bend, stretch, cut, and destroy the norm. He loves when people take risks, but more importantly he loves when creative executions have a purpose. As a creative major, I’ve been struggling to create things with purpose. I often find myself creating things simply because I think they are pretty or what someone else would think was cool, but I have a hard time doing things with a pure reason. 

In my portfolio class my professor has been stressing the idea of having a concept. I know he’s probably just talk about a concept in the advertising world, but I think it’s important to have a concept with everything that we do. For example, I’ve decided to write a blog post every day, but for what reason? Because I want to become a better writer. There. That’s a reason. But why do I want to become a better writer? Why do I even have this blog in the first place. What’s the purpose? I’ll get back to you on that one.

I think it’s also interesting to look at fashion. Every single person wears clothes, but the clothes that they wear were picked for a purpose. Sometimes it’s for comfort, other times it’s for beauty, even sometimes it’s to project a certain feeling you’re having on a certain day. Think about what you’re wearing right now and ask yourself what the purpose of it even is. 

This one was written for the purpose of me challenging myself to do things with a purpose moving forward. 

Thanks for reading.
xox
Chloe 

podcast, baby

More often than not I get into a rut at the gym. I start to over analyze the fact that literally every machine is on a loop and I feel like a lab rat running the constant circle. But, this morning, I forced myself out of bed and trekked to the gym in order to feel a little better on this gloomy Sunday morning. It was well worth it, as I learned a little something new. 

via

Usually, I play some random workout playlist that typically has the word “twerk” somewhere in the playlist name. Not only that, but they are all usually three minute songs and I start counting the number of songs I’ve heard, multiply it by three, and realize that I still have an absurd amount of time left climbing the never ending loop of stairs. 

Today, on the other hand, I decided to play a podcast. Growing up, my mom would always drive the carpool with radio segments instead of music. I didn’t appreciate it at the time, but looking back, it was wildly educational. As little as I wanted to hear it, it was inevitable that I knew the political standings of our country at the ripe age of 11. Pretty cool. But anyways, her favorite radio segment is called “Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me” which is on NPR. It also has been made into a podcast and streams on Spotify, so when I found it this morning I listened to all 50 minutes of it while working out. I usually get burnt out after 10 minutes, but I made it today. 

Definitely give it a try, or at least give “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me” a try because it’s super interesting. 

Thanks for reading,
Chloe 

labeling

I want to share a little project that I worked on in my Typography class. Typography, if you don’t already know, is the study of fonts. Why do I love fonts so much? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you, but my love developed in elementary school when we got to play around with Word Art. It’s been a few years since my Word Art obsession, but the love for fonts has continued on.

Anyways, in  my class we had to chose an old school piece of technology to make a piece of art with. We had the option of really anything, from typewriters to stamps, but I decided to use a label maker. I thought of what a label maker does, label things, obviously, but then I thought about what it doesn’t do. It doesn’t label people. So I decided to label people, clearly. I think too often labeling is received with a negative connotation, but why not label people positively. I asked one of my friends if she’d pose for a few photos and if I could kindly label her. She agreed, and the piece below is what I submitted for class.

After I presented it to the class and explained everything, my professor and I decided it would be a cool series if I had people “label” themselves, with whichever words first come to mind, when they think about themselves, and then photograph them with the labels on their bodies. Something to consider. 

I also challenge you to think how you would label yourself? Is it kind? If not, why is that? Why are we so harsh on ourselves? 

Here’s the piece if you’re curious. 

coolest guy i know

My brother is the coolest person I know. Sure, bold statement. Sure, family looking out for family. Sure, biased opinion. But seriously, he’s just cool. Without trying. He’s been effortlessly cool ever since I remember. 

Let me tell a little story. My brother is three and half years younger than me, so my mom and I used to drag him along to when we got our nails done. I think he was in the first grade and a guy at the nail salon jokingly asked if my brother wanted his nails done. Reis, agreed, sat down, and got his nails painted. He chose to paint them black. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. But of course, growing up in the smallest little town in the deep south of Alabama, no one else did. I’m sure he got made fun of in class, but Reis isn’t the guy to talk about that kind of stuff. He just lets it roll of his back. At this point in his life he was also wearing the brightest lime green high top converse. He was who he was and didn’t care at all, in the first grade. Looking back, he just did what he liked and didn’t think about anyone else, and that’s pretty cool for a first grader. The best part of it all? He’s still the exact same way. 

I, on the other hand, was the opposite. I cared what people thought of me, I wore what I thought fit in the most. I wasn’t unique. I wish I had lived my childhood a little more like my brother. I think since I’ve graduated from the fifth grade, I’ve been able to care a little less, but Reis has been and will forever be the coolest guy I know.

He’s now currently a freshman in college, and although he’ll most likely never read this I hope he keeps his individuality alive. I admire his true to self style, his ability to do whatever he wants without thinking about other’s opinions or thoughts of him. I hope he stays true to his true self. 

So let’s all try to be a little more like Reis. 

Also, he made me a playlist (because I asked for it) and he did. Check it out if you need some new music in your life. Here’s the link: PLAYLIST

thanks for reading
xox
chloe