When we started she and her – our goal was to provide readers with a lighter, more realistic take on being a girl; to make fashion, hair and make-up less of an unapproachable snob and more like that friend you have that will tell you the truth, with your best interest in mind.
To quote, well, us:
This blog, this social media mongrel, is representative of our love for fashion, hair, makeup, style and most of all – each other. In a very microcosm sort of way, our relationship and interpretation of all things “style” is representative of all women – we’re the same but different, and every now and again, it’s nice to have the advice, support and perspective of someone like your sister. . . because sometimes hearing “that looks amazing” or “you’re an idiot” is just what you need.
For those of you who aren’t aware, we make the magic of she and her happen cities apart. She lives in Calgary, and her home base is in Saskatoon – not only has this caused us to be more organized than we’ve ever been in our life, ever, it’s also resulted in hours of FaceTime spent brainstorming, talking, stressing, arguing and most of all, laughing.
We thought long and hard about what we might want our Christmas Card to our readers to say, and at the end of the day, we thought that it was best to do what we do best – advice, with a dash or humor.
Please enjoy our “greatest she and her-isms, 2015”
In the kingdom of rises, low rise pants fall into the “albino category”; people who can wear them well exist, you just don’t see them often.
I’m naked, holding this giant brush. Can you just tell me what to do already? Ok, now hold it like a microphone and start singing show tunes.
Unless there’s some doctor standing in front of you with a tongue depressor, close your mouth.
We know about magazines. About celebrity. About popular culture’s reference to beauty. Continually, we are left to attempt to become a square peg to be inserted into a round hole. Today, we’re here to make an alternative suggestion based on sound logic, scientific studies and personal experience. Instead of trying to whittle pieces of yourself away, say this instead: Fuck you, I’m a square peg.
And yes. We’re firm on the no sweatpants on planes.
Let the vest be the star of the show! Statement pieces are loud by design, wearing more than one will make it appear as if you are literally wearing a screaming match. Don’t do that.
In the winter months, this new aged mushroom cut looked more like an apocalyptic mushroom cloud in slow motion. Actually.
Don’t get us wrong, we love a full looking brow and can actually be quoted suggesting that you should fill your brows in each and every day. You would be wrong, however, if you inferred that we support the displaced caterpillars look.
Just kidding; it’s leggings.
Don’t be a yang. Wear a hat.
Her ill-fitting bra was making it appear that Thelma and Louise had already driven off of the cliff. . . but with the right bra we could change that.
“Seriously, if you throw that vat of Gatorade on my freshly styled hair I will murder you”
Now go for a walk in the park and drink something pumpkin flavored while you scream at the geese to: “STAY!”
Lastly – listen to what they say – your stylist has your best interest at heart as you are their real - life resume; they truly don’t want you looking like a drunken Howdy Doody when you walk out of their salon.
On a list of things that frustrate me, losing my cell phone between my car seat and console is number one and taking off glitter based nail polish is a close-seated number two.
Nothing says I don’t have friends to take my picture, like a selfie stick.
When life hands you apples. . . use them as energy to walk towards the closest Sephora.
You should probably wash your hair now. You smell.
White pants. . . not so much.
We’ve added a floppy hat to finish the look – we prefer this to the free “cowboy hats” you get from Budweiser reps . . . Just don’t.
Knock, knock. (Who’s there?). Hunger. (Hunger who?). You’re an idiot. Bring a snack next time.
Because classy girls don’t do the walk of shame.
Pairing a big earring with a giant necklace will make you look like an idiot.
Remember, if he really loves you, the casting couch is just for reading lines.
You know those kids that show up to school wearing a cape, striped knee socks and a tutu? Yeah. That was us
We’ve always been sisters, but we grew to be friends.