Curvy in California

A Life Without Curves Is Just A Straight Line


April 2014

4.22.2014 ~ OUTFIT POST ~ Weekend Update ~ Remembrances Of A Country Girl

If all the “ya’lls” and my tendency to call everyone “sweetie” and “hun” wasn’t any indication, I’m a country girl at heart.  Sure, I’ve spent my life traveling – born in Germany, lived in a variety of city and states across the country, mostly in the Midwest and California – but there’s a huge part of me that knows that I’ll always remember the country with a fondness that I’ll never quite be able to put into words.  I guess because that little part of my heart is just for me, and there will never be a need to share how I feel about it with anyone else.

With the move to California coming soon, I had planned on taking a trip “home” to good ‘ole Mexico, Missouri, to say my goodbyes to my family and friends there.  I hadn’t been there in at least a year or so, and it was important to me that I took that trip and that time to see the family that, despite only being a couple of hours away, I never really got to see that much.  I thought I might just drive down there, and hop from home to home, but thankfully, my dear Aunt Linda and Uncle Tommy decided that Easter would be a great time to get the family together at their home in Santa Fe, Missouri.


The home, out in the country on five acres of prime, lush Missouri land, is one I remember fondly.  They’ve lived on that property since I was just a little girl, and I can recall so many of the days and nights that I spent there as a kid when Mom and I would visit.  When I wasn’t running from my boy cousins who were shooting BB guns at me, or trying to chase me down with catfish heads, I would spend the greater part of my childhood learning how to fish, riding four-wheelers, splashing around at Spalding Beach and The Landing, or cruising on my Uncle Russell’s boat out on Mark Twain Lake.

Some amazing memories, and I couldn’t be happier that this became the setting for the place that I would say goodbye for now to my family.  It was a stunning Easter day.  Though the trees and fields had not quite bloomed as is usual for this time of year, it was still so beautiful.  And as is usual with my giant Fierge family, there was a fresh influx of young children running around the property, reminding me and my cousins of how we used to do the same thing when were little.

IMG_0377It was supposed to be 70-something and partly cloudy on Easter out in Santa Fe…it actually ended up being around 80 degrees and very sunny.  The sun felt spectacular (even if I did come out of the day a little red), and it made me happy that I had decided against a lot of my usual garb, and instead opted for minimal makeup, my new Torrid bermudas, a sheer chiffon top, and a simple statement necklace that I just picked up on my last trip to Honey’s Child Boutique in St. Louis.


IMG_0424 IMG_0426This is me, the authentic me.  The little country girl with a giant heart, and the utmost love and respect for her family.  Missouri, you reminded me that I will miss you.  My family, you reminded me that I will always come back to be with you.  I love you all.

4.18.2014 ~ How Lucky I Am To Have Something That Makes Saying Goodbye So Hard…

I can’t take credit for that title…it’s actually from Winnie the Pooh.  And as with so much children’s literature, I find the words mean monumentally more to me as I get older.

Hello, my loves.  I’ve been putting off writing this post for some time now.  There’s something about committing  words “to paper”, and then putting those words out into the wide, wide world that can make something so irrevocable, so binding, so…final.

For the past few months, I’ve been living in a constant state of indecision.  And the one thing that I’ve learned is that when you can’t make a decision, life becomes stagnant.  You see, in order to move forward in life, you have to decide.  It doesn’t matter what you decide (hopefully we can all decide to do what’s right for our lives), but at some point, we have to choose either way – right or wrong.

You all may have noticed that there has been a lack of regular posting here at Curvy in Kansas City.  At least, I haven’t been posting as often as I used to.  And I’ve certainly not been as involved in the local fashion community as much as I used to, either.  I have had to pass up event after event, and meeting after meeting.  And for those of you that have reached out to me for advice or assistance, I am truly sorry for not being able to give you my full support and attention.  It has not been my intention to neglect you, or to withdraw my support from you.

The truth is that Curvy in Kansas City has had to take a backseat to my pending divorce and move from Kansas City.  Wow, just saying that was overwhelming…

I am 31 years old, and the life that I thought I had, the life that I had been building so carefully and with such passion over the last five years is now coming to an end.  I am not going to speak much to the reason for this cataclysmic event in my life.  Some of you must be sitting there asking yourselves, “Why?  What happened? But you two always seem so happy???”

Haywood and I have shared so many joyful moments together, and when you, my friends, my family, my readers have seen these times, you can trust and believe that they have been genuine.  We love each other today as we have always loved each other, but the issues that have brought us to this point in our lives are matters between the two of us, and we ask that you all respect our situation and our privacy when it comes to them.  We thank you for your support, your love, and your understanding.

collageSo what does this mean for Curvy in Kansas City?  What does that mean for me?  On May 23rd I will be packing the Prius and hitting the road with my best friend in tow (temporarily in tow, anyway), ready to start anew in the Sunshine State.  I can’t deny the draw that California has had for me.  In the last year or so, I’ve hopped a plane six times to see my California family and friends, and to take care of business.  When it came time to think about where I would want to go if I didn’t stay in Kansas City, the decision, honestly, was already made for me.

It seems a bit cliché, I suppose.  I will, like so many others before me, pursue my dreams out west.  But I can’t even begin to say how excited that I really am.  Sure I’m a bit fearful, a bit anxious, but I’ve always believed in a human being’s ability to reinvent, to rebirth themselves into a life that is altogether whole and meaningful.

Is it a coincidence that I choose to reveal this chapter’s end on Good Friday?  Yes, but it certainly is fitting.  On Good Friday, we remember the day that Jesus willingly suffered and died by crucifixion as the ultimate sacrifice for our sins.  It is followed by Easter, the joyous celebration of the day that Jesus rose from the dead, exclaimed his victory over death and sin, and pointed ahead to a future resurrection for all who are united by faith in him.

Death and rebirth…the end and the beginning.

I will not be going away, dear readers.  No, I certainly will not.  The journey I am about to embark on will be one of the most exciting of my life, and you’re all in the passenger seat.  I look forward to sharing this adventure with you, and while my location may change, my heart and my mission will remain the same.  Stick with me, my loves, it only gets better from here.

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