Musings of a Minimalist: Mother's Day Edition


What can you truly give the woman that gave you everything? Cards, shoes, and pearls can never amount to the sacrifice of bringing life into the world or raising up a child, but each Mother's Day we try our best anyway to give back to the matriarchs in our lives. And by "try our best" I mean struggle to find the perfect way to say I appreciate you in the form a gift each year because it gets more difficult as the years go by.


If you're like me and you've exhausted your purse and clothing gifts and you're past the point of macaroni art (my mom told me straight up that she doesn't want anymore handmade cards either...), perhaps it's time to rethink your options. Thankfully, my mom and I have similar tastes--simple, timeless pieces and an affinity for gold--so it's usually not that hard to get her a gift since she usually likes what I like.

The newest addition to my accessories is my Jord watch in the Cora style with rose & gold. Naturally, when I showed it to my mom she wanted one too since it fits her minimalist chic aesthetic. With its natural wood style and pop of dusty rose, Jord's unique watch is a minimalist's best accessory since it matches everything yet still pops on it's own for a bit of added flair. And since my mom isn't a regular (she's a cool mom...I had to make the Mean Girls reference), she deserves a cool watch to match.



I'm holding a Jord Watch giveaway for a chance to win $100 towards a wooden watch for you or your beloved matriarch! All entrants will receive a $50 gift code to use for Jord. Enter the giveaway here.

See my watch here.

Watches from Jord's women's collection here.

Watched from Jord's men's collection here.

Musings of a Minimalist: Paris Style

Paris holds the key to your heart.

In Paris, I kept things simple: comfy wide leg pants, tops I could layer if need be, comfy booties, and a statement coat, bag, and earrings to up my downplayed look. I know, totally not a deviation from the norm of my usual style but, only having a few short days to enjoy the city of love, I packed light and traveled across the Atlantic with a single carry on bag and my trusty Cee Cee's Closet backpack containing simple tops to be mixed and matched with a trio of wide leg pants, and a red head scarf to adorn my tresses should the weather turn sour (side note: the weather was great, it was just my hair that turned sour).


Coat: Cocoon coat from Aritzia

Pants: Everlane Wide Leg Crop Pant

Brown Boots: Cole Haan Waterproof Chelsea Boot

Suede Boots: Everlane Suede Heel Boot

All photos of me by Paparazzo Pascal.



Before arriving to Paris, I had few ideas of what to expect based on fictional movies: French people would be mean, cheese would be everywhere, and smoking is deeply embedded into Parisian culture. When I arrived, two of the three held true (Parisians are in fact lovely people) and I was in for so much more than what I could have ever expected.



The opulent chateau 40 minutes outside of Paris by train is a splendor worth of every minute of the trip. There's art in every inch of the former palace turned museum; so much so that your eyes dart back and forth continuously just to try to take it all in. The grandeur of it all is as overwhelming as it is captivating and causes you to wonder why such beautiful spaces have been replaced with blank, minimalist architecture that hardly differentiates itself from the building next to it.



From a petit dejeuner to a late night dinner and drinks outdoors under the heated awning of a restaurant you stumbled upon in alley, the culture and enjoyment of life are deeply ingrained into the ways of Paris. Throughout my whole trip, I didn't once see anyone drinking a coffee on the go or eating while walking. In fact, on my last morning, while eating breakfast outdoors in the sunshine, a women walking stopped to take a seat next to me to bask in the sun, smoke her cigarette, and take ten minutes to enjoy her espresso before moving back along on her shuffle to get nowhere fast.

My biggest lesson from my trip to Paris was learned that that morning in a little restaurant on Rue du Faubourg Montmartre: to take my time and enjoy every moment no matter how big or little it may seem. In New York, I am constantly rushing to get from point A to point B, raising my blood pressure for the slightest instance, and not taking time to relax and enjoy each of my meals. In the few weeks since my return from Paris, I've taken a few pointers from Parisian living which have made living in New York a much more calming experience.



It's almost as if all of Paris was designed and built at one time with the uniformity of all the buildings yet each still has its own unique flair. Each building is no more than a few stories and most windows have a balcony to allow its residents to enjoy their slice of Paris when the sun is shining and the weather is warm.


Hidden Passageway Shops

The greatest thing to have stumbled upon next to my Airbnb has been hidden passageway shops with local eateries, grocers, booksellers, boutiques, art exhibits, bars, museums, and so much more.


Overall, Paris was a dream; namely one I wish to relive over and over. I returned to America not only 3 pounds heavier from excessive cheese and pastry intake, but with a new mindset to enjoy every moment and a peaked interest in Europe as a whole.