On me:
Carly Flap Pocket Straight Leg Jeans – courtesy of Hudson Jeans
scalloped bib top – thrifted
lace jacket – Postlapsaria (I made it from leftover fabric of my sister’s wedding dress)
gloves, rings and necklace – vintage
shoes – Steve Madden

On Bobby:
Pete Five Pocket Skinny – courtesy of Hudson Jeans
coat, blazer and shirt – H&M
hat – Nordstrom Rack
bow tie – Gilt
shoes – Urban Outfitters

For Valentines’ Day, Bobby and I have teamed up with Hudson Jeans to give you a glimpse into our relationship and of course, our own personal style. 

I have to be honest: I am quite possibly the least romantic person I know. It’s something I never got the hang of. Being that I’m in a long term relationship, this might make me look like a hypocrite, but hear me out: it’s the popular ideal of romance that makes me feel awkward. Not that there’s anything wrong with it; it’s just not for me. I’m not the kind of girl who is wooed by poetic proclamations of love, candlelit dinners or rose petals in the bath. I sometimes wonder how many modern day girls are , outside of the magical world of movies and novels. Or maybe I’m just an emotionally stunted weirdo – that’s a more likely possibility.

Love, on the other hand. Love is something I can’t get enough of. Nothing beats falling in love, but being is a close second. I’ve fallen in love more than a few times – that’s easy – but staying there is a less attainable endeavor. At the risk of making all of you (and myself) nauseous, I’m happy to say that things are really, really good between that silly little tattooed boy and me. Better yet, we’ve maintained it without any of the frivolities I am so averse to – perhaps because we were close friends for so long and know each other’s likes and dislikes so well. I’m not going to lie and say it has been effortless; it’s a little too easy to depict a perfect relationship through thoughtfully curated posts and photographs – and that’s not realistic. We’ve had major ups and major downs, we bicker, I push buttons. But mostly, we are a great team – and it’s strange, because we have significantly different personalities. He is level headed and unbelievably optimistic; I am tempestuous and easily overwhelmed. Somehow, we balance each other out. As Kim says, he can handle my crazy. It takes a special kind of guy to be capable of that feat in any situation, let alone close quarters.

Though we may not have a relationship straight out of a Nicholas Sparks novel, we have our own laid back, modern day romance. It doesn’t hurt that he’s a great cook (I only know how to order take out), dresses well and wears almost the same size jeans (it only works in my favor), loves animals as much as I do and willingly plays Scrabble with me, even though I always win…because I’m way, way more skilled in the game…and so very humble.