Peony and me: From working to working out

Hi lovelies,

Since my summer days can be so jammed packed, literally running from set from filming my new web series, The Ratchet Pack, to helping out behind-the-scenes at photoshoots for Hautelook, while still trying to make the time to stay in shape with my active outdoor and at-the-gym activities, my latest obsession is the edgy, activewear fashion brand Peony, because they keep me looking stylish and cool whether I'm working or working out.

With Peony's signature leggings, I can rock their bold prints ranging from florals, solid black accented with lace and leather, or paisley prints. Looking good while feeling good is the ultimate fitspiration.

To look chic while striking a yoga or pilates pose, I pair my leggings with a solid tank, sports bra, and sneakers, to make the prints really pop. When I want to sport my leggings for an on-the-go look, I opt for solid top in a silk or chiffon fabric with a small heel or wedge.

Peony also have great tops for an added feminine touch to any look. My absolute favorite piece from Peony is their sweatshirt with lace sleeves in white. I throw it over grey denim cut-off shorts and head to Starbucks to get some blogging done. I feel comfortable while rocking my signature style in my athleisure ensemble.

Just for my readers! Use the following discount code for $25 off a $150 order or more: CANDYWASHINGTON25

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My #PeonyOnMe style kit included:

Lace & Faux Leather Leggings in Caviar

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Paisley Leggings in Iron Gate

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Floral Print Leggings in Sleet

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Asymmetrical Chiffon Tank in Bright White

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Bomber Jacket in Caviar

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Sweatshirt Lace Sleeves in Bright White

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Tank with Chiffon Details in Pink Dogwood

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Asymmetrical Faux Leather with Chiffon Detail Top in Caviar

Just for my readers! Use the following discount code for $25 off a $150 order or more: CANDYWASHINGTON25 

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Rocking my favorite piece, the Sweatshirt Lace Sleeves in Bright White, while blogging at Starbucks!

Fashionable regrets: The little white lace dress

Hi lovelies,

I'm in mourning. And no, I'm not talking about the kind when you reach down into your bag of BBQ Lay's potato chips and realize that you've already eaten the last one while binge watching Orange is the New Black on Netflix. I'm talking about the type of mourning when you realize that you've missed your golden opportunity to buy that dress, bag, top, or bottom, that you feel in love with at the store but talked yourself out of buying it for whatever reason.

For me, that was the other day while I was at the Beverly Center and popped into Forever 21, don't judge me, they have some pretty trendy pieces that compliment my investment items, and as a fashionista that's on a budget, mixing 'the high' with 'the low' is my middle name. Did I mention that the Anja Rubik is the face of their new fall campaign? But I digress, I found this white lace bodycon dress that was to die for – think Herve Leger's coveted bandage dresses, so I swung the dress over my arm and proceeded to the fitting rooms. Once inside I squeezed into the dress and it fit like a glove, but was a bit snugger and a bit shorter than my usual style. “Sex kitten Candy?” I wasn't sure I was comfortable with that title. 

So I talked myself out of buying the Herve Leger-esque dress that fit me to a tee and walked out of the store empty-handed. Flash-forward to tonight where I'm invited out for cocktails at a swanky club in West Hollywood and I'm franticly looking through my closet – boho-chic tops, leggings, sequins galore, denim cut-offs, but nothing even remotely resembling the look I need to make my mark tonight. I've already worn all of my go-to going out dresses and they have been too heavily documented on Instagram for a repeat wear. 

So alas, I sit here, mourning the outfit that could have been: my white lace  bodycon dress paired with my red pumps and a gold clutch with a smokey eye and nude lips. Sigh. The worst part? The only person I have to blame is myself, just like when I've eaten that last Lay's potato chip. So let me know, when have you regretted talking yourself out of making that golden purchase?