How Stitchfix Saves me Time and Money

So personal.

I have a problem. Clothes. It’s sooooo bad you guys! You know those mornings when you’re running late and suddenly your entire wardrobe literally turns against you. It is that moment when you put on your go-to shirt because you’re in a rush and for some reason it seems to have suddenly shrunk to a size ‘I remember when I was 4’ and your elastic waist line has decided to latch on to every ounce of love handle you ever worked off or ‘passed on the scone’ for. So, you go to the next reasonable option which is – fuck it. Try on every other item of clothing you own and haven’t worn or even considered wearing since the 9th grade – thinking for some reason something from 1999 will have you feeling like Gweneth Paltrow. Don’t forget you’re in a hurry. 


So what do you do? Well duh, the next step is, you then begin to throw every meany-head piece of clothing you’ve managed to get in and out of in the last 20 minutes, on the floor. That is what you do and next thing you know, you did it. You officially demolished your bedroom…. But in a hurry, gotta’ run.

And now…crap-o-la, you are pretty much death-sentenced to the next 3 weekends of sifting through clothes you’ll never wear again. The other logical way out is – go to Target or Forever 21, revamp your closet. Okay you guys, If you went this route (haha, it’s like a choose your own destination) it only means you now have more clothes you have to hang up in your closet. Which then means, you will only have more clothes on your floor come the next late, frumpy feeling, kind of day. Annnndddd If you’re like me, that’s nearly every day. Hence why my floor looks like a mosaic master piece of well, clothing.

Unveiling the Fix


This my friends, is why I started Stitch Fix. I recently took to Stitch Fix in an odd attempt to save money. Here’s the deal, my desperate clothing runs were costing me close to $300 dollars a piece. Because I didn’t feel like I had anything or I would be bored of the clothes I just bought and I would go buy some more. It was kind of becoming a vicious cycle.


Stitch Fix is a company that personally styles you and sends you clothes, shoes, and accessories from very specific details you give when setting up your account. You can pick down to favorite colors, patterns, fits, styles, prices, fabric and so much more. Stitch Fix is unique because it caters to all genders and body types, they even have maternity for all my cute pregnant women out there. You can then customize the frequency of your package once a week, month, bi-monthly or others. I chose monthly and then decided I would frequent twice a month.

The beauty of this system is that you don’t have to keep every item that comes with your Stitch Fix. If you only like the shoes and the pants great. Or perhaps you’re on a budget that month. Or maybe you just received a similar blouse as a gift and don’t need it, just ship it back (the shipping label and package is in the box ready for you) within 3 days and they refund you for all the things you didn’t need/want.


The thing Stitch Fix did for me is; in your Fix you will find a very personalized letter from your stylist saying what they’re still working on finding as well as a layout of outfit options for your items. I found I came to value the items just a little bit more because they were picked out by my very own ‘stylist’ for me. This is something that adds a little extra value to the clothes and a step that obviously causes me not only anxiety but a health hazard for a bedroom. I also like the fact that I can kind of pick and chose which things I really like and what I don’t. This saves me money because I have an allotted amount of clothes to pick from and to feel like my closet got a tiny face lift instead of the 10.7 million items of clothing at Forever21 and my closets face being sprung back and looking like Janice Dickenson. Also, I know when I am in my slump that I have one coming soon, this completely erased the temptation for my typical clothing runs.

Shoes to boot.

I can also tell you, as a working Momma this has been a life savor when it comes to creating and having outfits to wear on the fly. I encourage you to try it, just try! You can always return the items or heck even quit getting packages. I always am looking forward to my package. My floor is still a mess though.  Help.

Please share your experience or what you love about Stitch Fix below in the comments. Thanks for reading friends!


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The Girl Who Never Gave Up

Indie Hair Society Drying Lounge

Inspirational females. Who comes to mind for you? When I thought of the idea to write an inspirational post to magnify and empower hard working women, there was only one person in mind. She truly encompasses what it means to be a hard working, get your knees dirty, passionate, compassionate, won’t stop for anything, mentor, humanitarian, badass and well, a home grown girly-girl.

Amy is the owner, creator, inventor and hair-stylist extraordinaire of Indie Hair Society located in downtown Everett, Wa. She is beautiful, creative, and someone we should all strive to be like. Amy is currently anticipating the arrival of her beautiful baby girl, who is so entirely lucky to have such an inspirational mother to look up to. So lucky. 


When I first reached out for Amy’s services years ago, it was to see if Amy would do my hair due to severe hair envy of my dearest gal pal who also went to Amy. Her work was awesome to a stranger’s eye.  I was equally convinced she would be able to have me looking, feeling, and a styled wardrobe identical to Jillian Hough’s. She is that good. 

I soon had my very first appointment and anxiously drove up to this tiny red barn, or was it a mobile home? Actually, to this day, I am still not quite sure what kind of building it was. It stood behind the rural town’s local gas station. Attached to the red bus-like building was a run down barber shop.  Despite the ragged outward appearance, I walked into the salon. The door was open and there was Amy who greeted me with a hug. Inside the salon it was surprisingly chic, welcoming and quaint on the inside. With the never wavering feeling of love in the air. 

Throughout the next few  (counseling sessions, free of charge) hair appointments Amy and I spoke, laughed, and cried. I got to really get to know Amy and I grew to see something inside of her. I heard of her dreams and passions to own her own salon. Over the course of time I watched her dreams come true. All due to genuine hard work and well, passion. 

She finally found a brilliant space in the city. She had a vision that would scare the shit out of most of us. But not Amy, she took every step and embraced it. She took every new team member and hire and mentored them. She took the negatives and turned them positive. She took her dream and literally made it come to life. I want to honor and bring light to this incredible feat. The feeling of this dream and place is like tasting the best homemade meal that someone made with love. The air and energy and culture of Indie Hair Society is made from all the ingredients needed for success and fulfilment. 


Amy’s hustle attitude is not to be mistaken by her insane gift of sincerity and kindness. When you walk through the doors into Amy’s world you feel her kind energy and passionate spirit. That is proven by no matter where her salon may be, a red barn or Rockefeller, you feel at home and you feel valued. Down to the littlest of details, decor, and the Keurig machine, you can’t help but to feel worth something when you’re in Amy’s care. 

Coffee anyone?

Indie Hair Society has evolved into something more than a business. It is a symbol and inspiration to so many women like Amy, that you can truly do anything you want to do. She is living her dream not without the hard and long days. But, the hard times and set-backs are all falling into place for Amy


Indie Hair Society is filled with incredibly talented men and women who contribute to the success of Amy’s growing dream and living out their own alongside of her. I encourage you to all go visit Amy and her team at Indie. If not for a truly amazing glam squad experience, but at the least, a whole lot of inspiration and encouragement from a girl who knows what it takes.

Get to know, follow, contact, book, and more at Indie Hair Instagram.

Instax Fujifilm. Why you need one. 

Me and my twin and mom

I love capturing moments. I love spending time with my family. Even more, I am next in line for the most impatient human ever to exist on earth. I am going to share with you guys some of the reasons I am having a love affair with my Instax Mini and well, why you should go get one. Like yesterday.

1.) Tangibility

Excuse me, but why in the tits do we take pictures in the first place? To scroll through our phones to 3 months ago in a blob of 50 extras of the same exact photo? NO. We take pictures so we can have a physical object to keep, have, look at, talk about, hold onto, display. The Instax gets you a picture you will have forever, no digital files floating in outer space, no scrolling, no oops I deleted it, no and nope. That is probably my biggest reason why I think you should go run to Target in your bathrobe and go get one. It gives a sense of immediacy and proficiency that is as nearly as satisfying as sticking your finger in wax, letting it cool, and then peeling it off.

2.) Size, it matters. 

First and foremost, I love the compactness. I love being able to throw it in my purse, set it on the table at parties, diaper bag stashing, you name it and it’s not in the way nor intimidating. It just fits so nicely for any occasion. I can take it with me when we run to the park, I can keep it in my glovebox for trips or hikes up the mountain. The kids can take it to their friend’s house. The pictures and film are small as well so they are fun to put in your wallet, on design boards, the fridge, at work. It’s compactness all around is just so, cute.

3.) Nostalgic Friendly

This isn’t an intimidating piece of machinery perhaps like a juicer. Anyone can figure out how to use it. I love the nostalgia behind the Instax. It is incredible retro and comes in many different colors. Grandparents love it, parents, and the kids. There is something so satisfying about using something that produces a moment to last for eternity instantly. I love that my kids know what a polaroid is. It is so cute and has a retro design that makes it equally as enticing and fun to lug around. I am a teacher and I take pictures of my students on the first day of school with it, the kids are always in total awe when the picture comes out and tell them to wait and keep an eye out for a picture to show up. I love sharing that with them.

love these moments

My favorite way to use it, when my daughter turned 5 we bought one for her birthday. Just for fun, well it has turned into a birthday tradition for our family. Every birthday we whip out the Instax and film. Which can be spendy, but trust me, totally worth it. Before the birthday party begins we get polaroids out from the previous years and display them.

Please, share below all the incredible ways you love and use your Instax!

5 Steps to THE Most Productive Morning. Ever.

Alarm Ring. Good Morning. Hello. Wake up. Get up. GET UP. fucccckkkkk. ok I’m up.

You know that feeling when your alarm clock goes off and your brain is instantly filled with every single excuse in the history to hit snooze. No like really, you suddenly remembered you jammed your pinkie in 5th grade and haven’t had it looked at yet, so today would be a good day to call in sick and have it looked at. Or maybe you’re like me and when your alarm clock goes off and you finally are able to relinquish in the silence of no kids crying or begging ‘feed me’. So explain to me why in the hell would I get up turn on the loudest piece of machinery in my house (the hairdryer of course) and interrupt this ‘calm and peaceful energy’ in my home I’ve been longing for. Why in the hell would I even move or breath at this point. You moms know what I am talking about.

My husband used to work nights and we would have these on-going arguments because I would come home from teaching all day long be by myself, cook dinner, leave the macaroni on the stove in the pan, dirty diaper on top of the trash, and be lucky if we all were even considered ‘nourished’ that night. He would then wake up the following morning (I would be gone at work) and he would be LIVID with me for leaving the kitchen and bathrooms a mess. (THE AUDACITY RIGHT!? No really, I would get hate texts of pictures of the sink full of dishes) I would tell him, “You do not understand. You have the mornings at home. It is so much easier to be productive in the morning. I am exhausted by the time I get home! I have no energy to do those things.” (Insert: middle finger scratching my nose)

Don’t worry this is one of those moments that came full circle. Because he is on day shift now and get’s home and finally after a week said to me, “I totally get it, I get home and I am done. I don’t want to do anything. You are right, it is totally different.” While, in my head I had pointing fingers and happy crying emoji’s dancing in my head. I just simply nodded my head. But then I got to thinking, Oh holy SHIT! IF WE ARE BOTH WIPED BY THE END OF THE DAY, how in the HELL is this place going to be livable and our children going to survive. We will be dead by the end of the month, at the latest. We had to change our routines and essentially our lives.

There was really only one answer, we had to make our mornings the most productive as possible. How?

Step 1.) It starts the night before.

I’m sorry, I had to be the one to say it. You have to prepare the night before if you want the most out of your morning. If you go to bed with a sink full of dishes it becomes 90% exponentially more likely that they won’t get done. Do them before you go to bed. This isn’t about the dishes. It is about waking up to a clear space and head in the morning. If you have a sink full of dishes and only 5 extra minutes in the morning, you already are pissed at yourself and your sink for not being a self-cleaning robot. Get your shit together the night before, fight through it with the end-goal of the morning in mind. Make your morning and space feel as incredible as your bed does to crawl into at night.

Step 2.) Organize and Prepare. (The night before).

I’m sorry again and this is the last and final step that has anything to do with the night-time. That time of day when you really don’t want to do crap. But you have to organize, getting your clothes laid out, your breakfast made, your kid’s lunches packed, the coffee prepped. Do all of that the night before, make it part of your evening routine. I know for me, If I try doing this in the morning, I am literally the devil. I am screaming and my 5-year-old she should have learned how to tie her shoes when she came out the womb. I hate having mornings like this. It is all because I wasn’t organized the night before. I become Betty freaking Crocker mixed with Oprah and a little bit of the Pope when I can just grab all those things and put them where they belong in a quick 5 minutes. No really I feel like my voice changes when I am having an organized morning, it turns into this sweet, soft, and playful voice. Like I literally change humans when I have this kind of morning. It’s actually kind of freaky now that I am saying it out loud.

Step 3.) Routine and Rituals

No, not like have a séance with incense, but have something you do that will register your brain that it is morning time and we like morning time. For me, I love Pinterest quote stalking in the morning. I love reading inspirational quotes that remind me I am strong, I am important, I am powerful, and I got this. I pin 3 quotes and then get up. WORKOUT for 30 minutes. I get in the shower. This helps me wake up, feel clean, feel good. Then I go downstairs and I do little chores, like wiping the counters, getting my coffee, watch the news. Pick one of those things and you have a ritual, something that makes your brain enjoy the morning. Maybe it’s checking social media, maybe it’s a shower, maybe it’s watching the news, maybe drinking coffee, listening to ZEN music. I don’t know, taking a crap! (I’ve heard people have discussions about their ‘morning poo’). Ew, but true!

Step 4.) Be Thankful.

But you have to train your brain to enjoy these things. If your brain is trained to loath the sound of your alarm, CHANGE YOUR ALARM RING TONE. Apple bedtime app, has the most incredible alarm tunes. EVER. You have to train your brain to be thankful you are awake and have this incredible home and family to wake up to. When you get in the shower find a way to be thankful and appreciative of the warm clean water on your back. Relinquish in these little things we call ”adulting”. When I work out in the morning, can I tell you the truth I used to HATE it, but I’ve growth to cherish that time and being physically able to do something that betters me. Train your brain to love the little things about your morning routine.

Step 5.) Don’t Stop. 

Once you have inserted some minor changes to your evening routine and have a clean space to wake up to. Once you have completed your prep the night before. You have adopted or maybe just brought light to some minimal routines and rituals and you have begun training your brain to find solitude and enjoyment in this time of day. Don’t stop. Let it become manifested in your brain that this is an incredibly powerful time of day that shouldn’t be slept through, complained about, ignored, or denied simply because we are tired at night.


Having good mornings changes our entire being, it changes the energy we expel towards our children, our colleagues, our spouses, and the stranger we will now smile at when we have to stop and get gas on our way to an early staff meeting. It is because, we are incredibly powerful. Every action we have as a reaction to later follow. It takes preparedness and motivation, but as we all know when we are learning how to read, you have to get the fundamental understanding of our language and letters before you can start putting words together. These steps are the fundamental beginnings to having and living a more productive and really, the best life you can life every day.

Have a wonderful day.



Worst, Best Mom…ever

It’s so sadly true. I am the world’s worst greatest mom. No, really I am. I’m contemplating, and by contemplating I mean heavily entertaining the idea of not having a 1st birthday party for my youngest daughter.(GASPS)

For two reasons:


1.) The amount of effort it takes to pull off a decent first birthday in the year 2017 that will be plastered on social media that is Pinterest picture worthy, is slightly exhausting.

2.) I’ve learned with my oldest daughter, she will not remember this. This birthday party would be more for us than her.

I hate that we live in a universe smothered with Pinterest moms. Do not think I hate you. I don’t. I have so much respect for you. I do because I honor you as women, and we need to be empowered. You’re inspiring. You’re cute, your pants fit your ass impeccably, your hair is shiny, your makeup is made up of YouTube tutorial dreams, and your house is a pottery barn sensation. I will say, I would be equally, if not more, as inspired to see your makeup-less Sunday night, messy house, Instagram photo as well. Just saying.

Social media overload has simply undermotivated me to throw a birthday party for my youngest kiddo. Why? It shouldn’t. You might say. But to you I say,  remember what we talked about, who is this birthday really for? She will not remember it. I will. The stress of running out of paper plates and having to use the ones that don’t match. Or when the Pinterest mom I’m trying to one-up, her kid comes in crying because he accidentally stepped in dog poop in our back yard. Or the excess toys that my child does not need that will sit in a playroom box that a child in a foster home would die for. It all stresses me out. I know it shouldn’t. I know. But…it does.

I have this hindsight; My parents could have celebrated my first birthday at the Dump Yard with a highchair they bought from Goodwill. And my outfit, a denim overall set that was a hand me down from Uncle Gary’s nephew’s son. My cake could have been made in a Crockpot with corn beef hash and honestly, it would not make a difference as to who I am today or the respect I have for my parents. And I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a kick ass first birthday. 😉 Someone somewhere has probably turned that into a beyond adorable Pinterest theme. Ha

My oldest daughter at 5, still cries and gets anxiety over people singing Happy Birthday and opening presents in front of everyone. Unfortunately, Red Robin free ice cream and singing waiters and waitresses is a no go for her and most likely will be for daughter #2.

I do believe, as children hit “school age” birthday parties become more for and about them and what they enjoy. Not for us, as women to play this silent secrecy game of how Pinteresty can I get so I can out do North West Kardashian’s 2nd birthday party so all my middle class friends and mother-in-law respect me just a little bit more. School age, that is when the energy, time and money becomes worth it. Getting to see them play with friends and family at their favorite bowling alley or arcade. Tirelessly and carelessly playing until they literally fall asleep standing up picking their nose eating a disgusting amount of sugar. That’s what birthday parties are for. Aren’t they? Or am I aging myself? Those are the ones I remember. The ones that gave me that quintessential idea of what a childhood birthday party was. Any more it’s a gluten free dirt cake with salt free peanuts as dessert.

But you see at the ripe age of 1, I don’t know about your kids, but my daughter (heck, both my daughters at 1) enjoys eating, pooping, sleeping and the art of flood-like soaking the floors, walls, and ceiling during bath time. How do you throw a party around that!? World’s worst greatest party perhaps? We might be onto something, you guys!

I went all out for daughter #1 in doing so, I learned a lesson. I don’t think I want to do that for daughter #2. She’s equally as special and beyond worth celebrating but I feel like effortlessly snuggling in yoga pants and watching her splat her green beans all over our messy house and chasing the family dog around the kitchen all with a very casual and informal no-strings-attached invite to closest family and friends, will do just that for me, our family, and above anything else, her.

Share your low-key birthday or super fancy Kim K. birthday party experiences below!

Xoxo, Chanel