This weekend I traded in my well-worn Birkenstocks for something a little more polished: a pair of Gucci loafers that feel like a “first of their kind.” I didn’t even realize Birkenstocks had their big fashion moment back in the ’90s (who knew?), but apparently, they did. And no, I didn’t run alongside a leopard while wearing a leopard-print swimsuit—though I did slip into an animal-print suit myself, only without moving much beyond my lounge chair. What I did embrace was khaki: belted high, a little odd, a little chic. And I let the sunset serve as my preset filter, nature doing the editing for me.
But here’s the reality behind the outfit: life feels very full these days. Between a demanding full-time job, two children who require more attention than even the tiniest newborn, and the gaping absence left by our beloved nanny Laura (still searching for her replacement), the days have been… a lot. And with Fashion Month quickly approaching, I can’t help but feel a familiar twinge of anxiety creeping in.
When Style Meets Fatigue
The signs of my overwhelm show up in little ways—creased shirts that only saw half an iron, trousers that didn’t quite make it to crispness, outfits styled more by necessity than intention. Even the dreamy look in my latest photos is less “ethereal chic” and more the result of simply being too tired to keep my eyes fully open.
And then there’s the writing. Or rather, the not writing. That, for me, has been the hardest pill to swallow. I have so much I want to say, so many thoughts and stories bubbling up, and yet I can’t seem to carve out the space to put them into words the way I want. It leaves me torn—because while the chaos is stressful, the inability to share and connect through writing is what feels the heaviest.
A Mind That Won’t Switch Off
These days, my brain feels like it’s working overtime, clocking extra hours even when the rest of me is begging for rest. Maybe it’s age nudging me into new ways of thinking—more reflective, more questioning. Or maybe it’s simply the season of life I’m in, with all its demands and transitions, reshaping the way I process the world.
Whichever it is, the effect is both enlightening and unsettling. On the one hand, I feel more aware, more attuned to the bigger picture of life. On the other, it’s overwhelming—like my thoughts have become another layer of noise I need to manage alongside everything else.
Finding Calm in the Chaos
So here I am, caught between the joy of beautiful clothes and the weight of a busy, complicated life. Somewhere between Gucci loafers and partly ironed shirts. Between sunsets and sleepless nights. Between wanting to savor the now and worrying about what’s next.
The next challenge on my agenda isn’t a trend or a show or even a perfectly curated wardrobe. It’s learning how to navigate these anxious, overstretched moments with a little more grace—and a lot more honesty. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that sharing the imperfect parts of life can be just as powerful as sharing the polished ones.
The Conversation I Want to Have
So I’ll ask you this: what do you want to know? About the juggle, the balance (or lack thereof), the way fashion fits into the messiness of daily life? Because while I love showing you outfits, I also want to share the in-between moments. The ones that don’t always make it into the glossy highlights, but that make the story real.
Life right now is equal parts exhaustion and exhilaration, stress and style, Gucci loafers and crumpled shirts. And maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly where the magic is happening.
