Sheets To Streets

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Who would have thought that going outside in your pajamas would be acceptable and fashion forward? Honey, it’s 2016. There’s no limits or restrictions anymore. Sheets to streets is all the rave nowadays. Don’t knock it until you try it. I’ve seen may takes on this trend, this lingerie-esque dress being one of them. It’s not technically lingerie but with it’s subtle lace inserts throughout and feminine floral design it could definitely be mistaken as actual lingerie. I can’t wait to explore this trend more deeply, possibly trying out a silky pajama top with distressed jeans or pajama-like rompers with some dressy heels. This sky is the limit!

Pajamas on the streets? Count me in!

With love,

©Karissa Marie

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Feeling 22


I had the sweetest birthday this year filled with love and yummy Nutella crepes. Let me break this fabulous day down for you.

10:00 A.M. – Coffee with Finley and a little Big Bang Theory.

11:00 A.M. – More Big Bang Theory while Finley takes a nap on my lap.

11:30 A.M. – Getting ready for the day while Wyatt runs his “errands.” (More like set up little surprises for me throughout the day.)

12:30 P.M. Drive to Manhattan Bridge. Can’t find parking so we walk about a mile to the bridge holding giant gold balloons. Everyone is staring.

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1:00 P.M. – Finally get to the bridge. Took a moment to breathe in the beauty of it all and then took some BOMB pictures on the bridge. Everyone is staring.

1:20 P.M. After struggling to get a good photo with my “22” balloons we finally get THE PERFECT photo just in time before a biker accidentally snatched my balloons out of my hands and into the air. (There went $50.)

2:30 P.M. We make it back home after getting a $115 dollar parking ticket. We take a little nappie-nap and then get ready for the evening activities.

5:00 P.M. Get on the subway heading to our dinner reservation at 5:30.

5:30 P.M. We make it to La Piscine in Chelsea with the one of the best rooftop views of the city.

6:00 P.M. – My parents surprise me with the most bouquet of flowers at the restaurant. I only wished my parents came with the bouquet. I really missed them.

8:00 P.M After dinner and a little shopping in Chelsea, we obviously had to stop by one of my favorite crepe spots in the city, Golden Crepes. I ordered the Nutella and strawberry crepe and with that my birthday was complete. I could not have asked for a more perfect, relaxing birthday with my husband in our new city.


I look forward to all this year has to offer. I wish for more laughs, new friendships and a baby.

*fingers crossed!

Thank you everyone for all the warmth and love.


©Karissa Marie

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Knotted in NYC

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I’ve noticed a shift with my outfitting lately. It’s like subconsciously preparing myself for fall by reaching for my richer shades like this burnt orange jumpsuit here. I’ve completely fallen for this jumpsuit but I’ve definitely fallen for the price! It was just $25. This jumpsuit is perfect for NYC on the go. It’s a little bit too big for me right now so until I get it taken in to a tailor I’ve just been doing this little trick that I’ve done since I was a little girl: Tie a knot duh. I actually kind of prefer it with the knotted detail. It’s exactly what it needed.

Let’s talk hair:

Ugh. Hair. My never ending struggle. Thank God my mom is a hairstylist or else I would be a wreck. Since I haven’t seen my mom or gotten my hair cut in about two months, my hair has been in such a rough state. I’m ALMOST wishing it was a little longer so that it was easier to style but I’ve been managing by putting it in this chic and effortless pony. It’s really all my hair can handle in this humidity so… there’s that.

With Love,

©Karissa Marie


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It’s Brooklyn Baby

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Once you go to Brooklyn, it’s hard to leave. It’s rich in culture, rich in history but most importantly, rich in community. I love the sense of friendship and “I got your back” vibes that I get when I walk the streets of Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn.

Pause. Hold the phone. I starting writing this before our vehicle was broken into and before we paid $350 to get the broken window repaired on it. So far, Brooklyn holds bad memories and I really hope something magical happens to change my mind about it. We’ve only been in NYC one week and  if I can be completely transparent with you, it’s been one of the worst weeks of my life. I heard it would take a little (or a lot) of transition and that you would be “initiated” into the city but gosh.. can you give a girl a break? Too many personal things have happened along with some financial hits in just one week and it’s too much for this girl to handle. The only thing that’s keeping me from going absolutely insane is the fact that I’m a mommy to an attention soaking puppy and a wife to a very hardworking, loving husband. They keep me going when I don’t have the will to.

I’m hoping things begin to look up very soon.

With love,

©Karissa Marie

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Moving to New York


1ece3a7fea18f23b1518413ef6660bb6Hey guys, I’m moving to New York.

I know…about damn time right? Us newlyweds (and Finley) have our bags packed and our U-Haul ready to go with a big fat grin on our faces. It’s been a dream of mine since I was a wee little embryo to move to Manhattan and in just a few short days I’m making that dream become my reality. I couldn’t tell you what attracted me to New York City in the first place. It wasn’t just the fashion that caught my eye or the city that never sleeps that set this insomniac’s heart on fire. No, it’s so much more than that. It’s the timeless buildings, the unending culture and the people on the subway- each with one hell of a story to tell. I want to listen. I want eat, sleep and breathe this city. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Who knows how long I’ll end up staying. That’s never something I worry too much about because when your time is up…it’s up. I’ll give it a year, two years or maybe even ten. With the help of God, I’ll know when it’s time to move on and start my next adventure.

So many people told me that I couldn’t do it. Their discouraging words rang in my ear like a blow horn crushing my hopes and dreams with “It’s a rich man’s city” and “I don’t think you’re strong enough.” I finally pushed away their negativity and fought away HARD at my own and it opened my eyes to my own strength and drive that I knew I had within me. I am finally burying the people, places and things that have drowned me over the last couple of years and moving forward with great hope and peace of mind of a new adventure. I feel such calmness with how everything has been falling into place for my life lately. I recently got married to the sweetest, most supportive man and I moved on from a job that wasn’t taking me anywhere but down. These two things impacted my life for the better and made my decision to move to New York that much easier.


God works in the funniest of ways. Three years ago, right around the time that my brother and best friend passed away, I thought that my life was a dead end. I had no hope for the future and I took my dreams of the concrete jungle, a family and a life full of spontaneity and put them away…far far away. I told myself that without them, my life would have no meaning and that I would never be able to move forward and truly be happy. Here I am, three years later, nearly laughing at myself for thinking such things. I am so much more than the tragic events that I have endured. I am definitely so much more than those mean girls in my life thought I would be. (Oh Karissa, if only you knew that those set backs were actually catapulting you into bigger and better things.) I wouldn’t take back my time here in Denver because it was a step in my story that needed to be taken. Regardless of the negative people that had come my way,  I have also met some pretty incredible girls that I will never EVER forget. They both have served they’re separate purposes but it’s finally time to move on.

What gives me such satisfaction and allows me to sleep better at night is the fact that I’m doing this completely for myself and completely on my own. No one is doing it for me, not my dad, not my mom…no one. I’m taking my hard earned savings, my creative brain and carpe diem mantra and I’m gonna get sh*t done. Wyatt, my sweet loving Wyatt, supports my inner independence and he’s ready for the ride. He knew from the day he met me that I wasn’t the kind of girl to settle. I’m a dreamer, a believer, a do-er and he absolutely loves that about me. I can’t wait see all the beautiful ways that he and I will both grow in the big apple. Our first year of marriage is going to be epic.

Let the adventures of Wyatt and Karissa (and Finley) begin.


With love,

Karissa Marie



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