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Josh and I are huge Parks and Rec fans, and every time we do something nice for ourselves we sing “treat yo self!” a la Donna and Tom. Last week, hot on the heels of my New Year’s Resolutions I decided to treat myself to a few little things.

I’m sorry to say I have not replaced my old socks yet, however, I did buy new underwear and some insoles for my work boots.

Treat Yo Self.

I spent some time combing through my small wardrobe and updating my winter capsule. This might seem like a dull task, but I enjoy the time I spend cultivating my wardrobe, considering what makes me feel good, what makes me happy, and how to make what I already own feel more exciting and stylish.

Enter the app Stylebook. It makes all my 90’s dreams of having Cher’s awesome closet from Clueless come true. It’s not free, it cost me $4. But I got $4 woth of enjoyment from it yesterday alone.

It’s an app that can catalogue all your clothes, and then let you virtually build outfits. The best part is that you can use stock photos or take your own pictures and upload them, which means I can include all the clothes I made.

You just snap a high contrast picture with your phone, and the app does the rest.


Then you can mix and match and get a little creative.


And track how often you wear your outfits or pieces. This might sound like a lot of pointless work to you, in which case move along, this is not the app you’re looking for.


If you’re like me and this sounds AWESOME… Treat Yo Self!

(Note to self, figure out better OOTD selfie situation for 2016)

I finished my last Bullet Journal at the end of 2015 (with 2 pages to spare! ) and decided to upgrade from Moleskein to a slightly wider dot matrix Leuchtturm1917 notebook, and splurge on this 20 pack of Staedtler Triplus Fineliner pens.
IMG_3863Honestly, this exact same thing would have made me happy when I was 12.

Treat yo self.
Finally Skincare. The face washing station is working out great. So is the skincare rabbit hole I’ve tumbled down. Do I believe that this is a radical feminist act?


I don’t know, I think it could be, but it feels indulgent and it feels good, and my skin…  my skin looks freaking amazing. I’m not going full 10 Step K-Beauty just yet, but I really think I plan to. It helps that Josh is on board and having fun with me. And it really helps that this happened to my forehead when I started taking care of my skin:

IMG_3722Barefaced (with glasses) and with mascara and concealer (no glasses). That’s it. The glow. It’s soft, the spots are gone, and my wrinkles even look a little less cavernous. (I’m not looking for miracles here).


Look good feel good? Treat yo self!