The Worst-Dressed City ?

According to a recent Boston.com article, GQ ranked Boston #1 as the worst dressed city. 

SAY WHAT? 

I'll admit, being a Texan (and a southerner) we take our appearance very seriously, and when I first moved to Boston I was appalled at most people's outfits. In Texas, no self-respecting woman would ever be caught dead outside her home in sweat pants (ignore the juicy sweatpant suit - we're human and make mistakes). Plus, we put on our full face just to grocery shop at 9 am on Sunday. 

Here's where GQ said Bostonians get it wrong (via the boston.com article): 

Branded flip-flops from a Sam Adams giveaway, distressed jeans baggy enough to shelter a family of four, undershirt with vomit stains from latest Boston sporting event, a print collared shirt two sizes two large, hair gel, Boston Red Sox baseball cap. Boston is like America's Bad-Taste Storm Sewer: all the worst fashion ideas from across the country flow there, stagnate, and putrefy.

But I have to disagree with GQ's statement about being the worst dressed city in AMERICA! I read way too many personal style blogs from beautiful, well-dressed women in this city, so I know that GQ got this one totally wrong! Here's just a few instances of where I say Boston gets it right: 


Mon Petit Chou Chou

Lani and her super cute Chihuahua

Noelani of Mon Petit Chou Chou is definitely one of my favorite style bloggers here in Boston. Her writing is beautiful, her photos amazing, and her style enviable. She's got this chic, European style that belongs in magazines, and it applies to everything she touches. Don't believe me? Look at the way she transformed her balcony for the 4th of July! This girl has major style, and I'm sure that if GQ looked at her blog while writing this article, she would have single handedly made Boston the best dressed city in America.

The Boston Fashionista

Kristen of Boston Fashionista

Boston Fashionista is admittedly the first blog I go to for style inspiration. Kristen's a Southerner like myself (a native Oklahoman) and her outfits closely match my personal style, so you know she's got good taste. Kristen has a knack for pulling together color combos I never imagined and manages to make all of them look good. Plus, I'm insanely envious of her ability to wear the mustard shade I dream about so much (but can't pull off) and bright neon hues. I've got to say that not only does Kristen have great style, but she keeps her posts real (and funny) -  just read her post about the "creepers". In addition, Kristen is the nicest blogger in Boston. When I first shifted my blog to focus more on style blogging, she was the first one to start commenting and saying nice things about my outfits - complete validation when you put yourself (and your outfits) out there so publicly.

These are just two of the MANY women (and men!) who make Boston far more stylish than even I could imagine. I admit that I felt GQ's sentiments when I first moved here, but once you step outside Fenway Park you'll see that Boston is pretty freaking stylish. GQ, next time may I suggest that you actually do your homework and check out the Boston Bloggers network to check out the amazing, fashion forward folks who roam our streets daily?

How Ideeli Saved Me (and my Blog)

Remember last week when I said I had the raddest skirt I wanted to show you? And remember the time before that when I said how great my boyfriend is for taking photos of me in my outfits? 

Well, it turns out he's not so patient. And I'm not such a great poser. And when you put the two together, we're a hot mess of outfit photography. So the photos I have are tragic. I'm making funny faces. He remarks on said funny faces and says we're done. To be fair though, we're usually doing this as we're walking to the car to head to work (already fashionably late, mind you) so it's not the ideal situation. 

But today that all changed. After Kristen made the brilliant recommendation that I invest in a tripod, I've been thinking a lot about that. And today (as if by fate) ideeli had Targus tripod stands on sale. SUPER sale. Such a snazzy sale that I got a tripod for $10. Which means that now Stephen won't have to begrudgingly take photos of me while we're rushing off to work. And it means that I can actually spend those 10 minutes I have in the a.m. (waiting for him to finish getting ready) taking photos of my outfits to post up here. Yes, you read that right. I'm usually waiting on him to finish getting ready. 

So I promise more outfit photos soon. In the meantime, aren't these photos of my kids really cute? 

Max in a shoe box. Is this my cat or what?

Maggie May looking adorbs