Please Pardon Our Appearance!

We are still rebuilding things here at Possess Your Style after an unfortunate hack.  My media guru used her awesome web 2.0 skills to eliminate the hack and clean the site up.  But unfortunately, we ran into a few more hiccups.  Hence our interim appearance. Thanks again for your patience!

Stylishly yours,

Kalyn

Girls Love Mail :: Breast Cancer Awareness

Breast cancer will, if it hasn’t already, touch all of our lives. You may be personally affected by it, or you may know breast cancer survivors, women who are currently battling the disease or possibly women who succumbed to it. Look to your left and then look to your right, most likely one of the women in your vicinity is dealing with breast cancer in one way shape or form – it might be her own battle, her mother’s, her sister’s, aunt’s or friend’s. Early detection is key. Self-exams and mammograms are our armor. Encourage your friends and family members to do monthly self-exams, to schedule routine mammograms and to TALK about their experiences – the good, the bad and the ugly. Breast cancer is the private reality of many many women.
A positive attitude, love and encouragement are the battle weapons often used successfully by breast cancer warriors. Join us this month (and hopefully for many months to come) by participating in the MILE of MAIL campaign launched by Girls Love Mail.  The goal is to send 5,280 letters of encouragement to women newly diagnosed with breast cancer in 2012. It’s simple – take 10 minutes out of your day to write from the heart to encourage someone to keep her head up and her spirits high.  Enlist your friends and kids to join you in this heartwarming endeavor.  To learn more about Girl’s Love Mail and what to write, click here.  Drop your letter in the mail to the address below and GLM does the rest for you!

 

Girls Love Mail
2330 E. Bidwell Street, Suite 200
Folsom, California 95630

Oh No, I Lost My Mojo!

I thought I’d lost, or at least seriously misplaced, my Sample Sale Mojo. Now anyone who knew me back in the days when I was practicing law, knew that I knew how to find out about the most selective sample sales.  Not only did I find out about them, I knew exactly how early to arrive for a choice spot on line to be one of first in the door!  I knew when new merchandise was going to be put out, I mean RackedNY had nothing on me.  Ask my friend Adrienne, she still remembers the Jimmy Choo sale we went to years ago where we pretended to be magazine editors and shopped to our hearts’ contents the day before the sale opened to the masses.

Well, one of my alltime favorite designers started doing sample sales last year.  I’ve been out of town for the past two sales, but when I got the notice about their Summer sale I noted it in my calendar. I got up at 6:53 on the appointed morning (I am NOT a morning person, but my husband can attest to the fact that I will get up at the crack of dawn and function normally for a sample sale).  No, I did not leave my house then.  Mistake No. 1.  I got dressed, checked my email, ate a little something and then I left at 7:30 to be online by 8 am.  Imagine my surprise when I arrived at the sale and the line was literally, I KID YOU NOT, a full city East-West block and half of a city North-South block.  Shocked does not fully capture my emotional state.  I was in disbelief.  Really?  For a sample sale? The people at the front of the line (let’s say the first 100) must have arrived around 4:30 am.  As I walked towards the end of the line and passed the sea of people who would be waiting in front of me I couldn’t get over how young they all looked.

I arrived at the end of the line – yes, my spot was around the corner in the middle of the North-South block.  I stood there for 5 minutes and then walked right past the horde I’d just passed and got myself back on the subway to go home.  As I walked back by these youngsters anxiously waiting to spend their hard earned dollars on half-priced merchandise, it dawned on me that I am truly Une Femme d’Un Certain Age. My husband was shocked that I was back so quickly; he hadn’t even left to go to the office yet.

I sat down at the computer to start my day and then I got a text from Adrienne (aforementioned Jimmy Choo sale partner-in-crime).  She works near where the sale was being held.  I’d sent her a text telling her that I was leaving because the line was too long. Her text said that the line wasn’t long at all.  Seemed odd to me, but she too is [ahem, was] a Sample Sale Maven.  So, an hour and a half later, I got back on the train to get on line yet again.  Mistake No. 2. I don’t know what line Adrienne saw, but the people who had been directly in front of me when I stood in line were still in line and still had at least a 2 hour wait.   I just kept on walking this time.

Now, I know this seems a little crazy . . . But, you have to understand I LOVE this designer and while I’ve been fortunate enough to own a few of his pieces at full price, the idea of things being a fraction of that cost was totally alluring to me. Not enough to stand in a line for hours in the rain mind you.  So, I did what any self respecting former Sample Sale Maven would do in a situation like this.  I waited until the sale was no longer front and center on all the blogs and daily magazines.  I waited until folks had moved on to the next best thing.  And then, I went. No line, no craziness on the selling floor, friendly shoppers in the dressing room and yes, GREAT prices. Was it worth it?  Definitely.  Will I venture out again for another sale?  Not likely.  Once was enough. But, I got my mojo back.

Happy Father’s Day!


effie's paper, Kalyn Johnson Chandler, Kalyn Johnson, Father's Day, stationery, stationary, STYLE by Kalyn Johnson, Possess Your STYLE

 

Happy Father’s Day to all of the dads, uncles, grandfathers, men who step-in to pinch hit and single moms!  Oh, and if you’ve ever wondered why I am totally fixated on the color purple, read my little ode above to my darling Father.

 

Far Away From Home . . .


I don’t know about you, but I had no desire to move back to my hometown once I was finished with college and then graduate school and then law school.  I grew up in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan; a tony suburb of Detroit, a lovely place to grow up, but not where I wanted to live as an adult.  But generally, when people ask me where I’m from, I say Detroit.  I say Detroit for lots of reasons, but mainly because that’s where my family is from and continues to reside.  By my family, I mean my parents (both were just about born and raised in Detroit), my grandparents and all of my extended family (I have a pretty big extended family – my grandmother, effie of effie’s paper, had 8 siblings and a few of them also had 9 kids … their kids have kids and so on and so on).  Most of my family, with the exception of my immediate family, my mom’s sister, my grandfather and a few others of us all live in Detroit.  So you see, Detroit is home.  Except it isn’t.  We, meaning my immediate family, don’t go to Detroit for Thanksgiving and Christmas anymore because we don’t have a family homestead to bunk in.  Which means that I only get to see my extended family when I go back to Detroit for a wedding or a funeral.  But, with the advent of email, text messaging and FaceBook I have been able to keep up with my extended family more now than I ever have.  I know who’s kids are doing what, where people have traveled to and what’s going on in their daily lives.

I’ve been to Detroit twice in the past year.  The first time was last June for my little cousin Jessica’s wedding; that’s her above on her BIG day in her second outfit of the wedding to end all weddings.  No matter how tall and statuesque (I had on 5″ heels, she was in flip-flops at that point), she’ll always be my little cousin.  The second time was last week for her funeral.  No she wasn’t ill. She died unexpectedly from a blood clot that seems to have resulted from foot surgery. I’m still reeling from her passing, we all are.  She was 8 years younger than me and as a kid she sometimes got on my nerves, but she was cute and funny and well, she was my cousin.  You just endure cousins, right?  They’re family and they know you and know what you were like way back when. Then she went to college and grew up a bit and pledged my sorority; she was so excited that we had another bond to share. Honestly, I didn’t think about it the way she did at the time, but over the past four or five years because of text messaging and FaceBook and my wedding and her wedding, we had an opportunity to form an adult relationship . . . Don’t get me wrong, she was still my little cousin (yes, she towered over me and could surely beat me down had she tried) and she still got on my nerves from time-to-time, but she was my cousin and she had become my friend.  Being in Detroit for her wedding surrounded by family and then being in Detroit again last week for her funeral surrounded by family, made me long for home in a way I haven’t since I moved out of Michigan in 1991.

If you live near your relatives, spend time with them when you can. If you don’t, stay in touch with them.  I am so thankful that my annoying little cousin wormed her adult-self into my world and my heart.  I will, like her husband and her mother and her siblings and her aunts and uncles and her friends and the other cousins she left behind, miss her dearly.  But, I am so glad that although I am far away from home we were able to be close.

Do You Know Lonny?

 

 

If you don’t you should!  Lonny is a FAB interior design and lifestyle magazine founded by designer Michelle Smith and photographer Patrick Cline. We’re soooo excited because one of our favorite bloggers, Coco from Cococozy, was featured in Lonny’s May 2012 Blogger Style section where she listed some of her favorite items . . . and guess what!?!!? You guessed it, she mentioned the Son of A Bee Sting! notecards from effie’s paper (in addition to Jonathan Adler and Ralph Lauren, amazing company to be in, right?!?!).  So, I’m gushing just a bit because I love Lonny & Cococozy and I’m just delighted that they like us too.

p.s. Son of A Bee Sting! is from our Bespoke Bloke collection . . . I know, you don’t know about this collection yet, stay tuned. And in the meantime, check out the entire Bespoke Bloke collection here.

Bringin’ Sexy Back!

Justin Timberlake isn’t the only one  Bringin’ Sexy Back!  According to Ebony magazine, so is effie’s paper … I’m delighted to share this great feature on effie’s paper in Ebony magazine!

OUT OF AFRICA . . .

 

Hello! I know, it’s been awhile … South Africa was AMAZING.  I didn’t quite know what to expect, but boy was I hit with inspiration.  So much so that, literally while out on a safari game drive in the Sabi Sands, I was taking notes on my iPhone for the newest collection of stationery from effie’s paper.

See, here are my notes:

 

And here’s how the notes translated into our designs:

And here’s a sneak peak at how one of the designs was translated into the new collection:

 

I had such a good time creating this collection, I think it might be my favorite to date. I can’t wait to share it with you, so without futher ado, click here to see the entire effie’s paper Out of Africa collection!

Happy Friday!

 

{image from Note To Self}

I talk with Fitness Magazine on taking truly transformative risks!

Flipping through Fitness Magazine‘s March issue you’ll find an article about ditching your rut and transforming with change … You may even notice a name you know … How delightful it was to be interviewed for such an inspiring piece! Some say life is too short to be unhappy, how about more it’s too long!

Ready for a Change? Read the article exclusively here. If it inspires just one person to stop what they are doing and go for their dreams than it’s a success. 

 

Happy Friday!

Happy Friday!

 

{image from The Living Room Floor}

Happy Friday!