Summer Sole-stice | Heeled Clogs

This isn’t a fashion blog. But you know when you’re kibitzing with a friend over lunch and suddenly there’s a honking piece of spinach in her tooth and you realize that although it might be slightly embarrassing to cue her in on the forest gathering in her pie hole, not doing so would cause her to be infinitely more embarrassed for the remainder of the day without even knowing it, in which case when she does take a glimpse in the mirror hours later and she witnesses the tragedy herself she will thereby know for certain that the only time she had anything green all day was when she was with you and therefore you are a terribly selfish and insufficient friend for not being straight up with her about the spinach on her tooth?

Well this is kind of like that. In that if I don’t tell you, you’ll be embarrassed and you’ll make me out to be this awful, self-centered girl who enjoys keeping valuable information to herself for the purpose of seeing other people suffer. But it just ain’t so, which is why I’m being utterly transparent about these beauties.

Old Navy Hasbeens | Emily Ann Moschner Design

These, my friends, are not Swedish Hasbeens, which might, nay, probably, means nothing to you. Allow me to enlighten you further.

Swedish Hasbeens shoes have been made in Stockholm, Sweden, since 2006. They’re a hand-crafted throwback to 70s classics, and every shoe is made with stunning materials including natural grain leather, real wood and rubber soles. They’re basically perfect and quirky and I just love the 70s (and 60s), ok? So back off.

I digress.

Old Navy Hasbeens | Emily Ann Moschner Design
My point here is that, while impeccable, Swedish Hasbeens shoes also have an all-natural, hand-crafted, large-and-in-charge price tag, like $200-ish for some of my favorite pairs (exhibit A, B, C & D). In short – this girl can’t afford a pair.

That’s where these Old Navy darlings come in handy (pictured above). They’re $32.94 and you can find them even cheaper (like I did for $21) when Old Navy has its awesome sales and coupons.

I confess – the price was so great I even bought them in black too, and now they’re my go-to shoes for summer.

Are you going to get off to summer on the right foot?

I dare you to.


Design | Easter Paradox

At 21 years old, this is the first Easter that I’ve truly understood all the hoopla, which could be really sad if you look at it from the vantage point of all the years I’ve missed out on. Or it could be insanely beautiful.

Jesus, in and of himself, is a wonderfully mysterious paradox: Man, yet God. Human, yet sinless. Born, yet not conceived. Through Him Mary was virgin, yet mother, and today reminds us that He was dead, now alive.

Easter | Paradox

On Friday, for the first time, I questioned the purpose behind “Good” Friday. How can something so gruesome, so excruciating, so unfair be so good? I wondered. Of all the words in the world, ‘good’ is what we chose? I knew that with His death came oceans full of good. But was His death, our murder of the Son of God, really a day to be deemed ‘good’ at all?

Easter | Paradox - It Is Finished

It made me slightly uneasy, even mildly worried. Had we been calling this day something inappropriate for the last 2,000 years? As if killing Him wasn’t enough, had we been disrespecting His sacrifice for centuries by pronouncing it ‘good’ to all of humanity?

As a plank wore our Savior and our Savior wore thorns, the very thorns that should have pierced my head for my own transgressions, none of it seemed good. As blood dripped from His wounds that I should have endured and nothing could quench His thirst, none of it seemed good. As Mary wept for her innocent son and John grieved for his perfect friend, all of it seemed bad.

But then Jesus uttered ‘It is finished,’ and it was.

This, too, may seem paradoxical since the story doesn’t actually end there.

Easter | Paradox - I Am With You Always

Jesus had finished many things in that moment. His final three words on the cross certainly weren’t a lie. Sin and its otherwise necessary sacrifices were finished. His sufferings had ceased. Our striving could end.

“In this is love, not that we have loved God but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the propitiation for our sins.” 1 John 4:10

It was on the third day that He triumphed death. A man who was dead came to life forevermore.

And I have never been more in love with, more satisfied by, more in awe of a mystery in all of my life.

March | Take It

Last time I checked, we were just rolling into February and I was just turning 21.

But alas, it is March. We’re almost a fourth of the way through 2014, people. That’s insane. It’s also Monday, so I thought I’d give you a little treat to help get your week going.

Take It - March 14 | Emily Ann Moschner Design

If you’re anything like me, you probably change your desktop fairly often depending on your mood or the season. You might even have several desktops so that you can manage 30+ tabs on Google Chrome, an artboard on Illustrator and a Word doc simultaneously.

Take It - March 14 | Emily Ann Moschner Design

In which case, here are three treats to help get your week off to a sweet start.

Take It - March 14 | Emily Ann Moschner Design

Take one, take ’em all. It’s my way of saying thank you for reading and supporting and giving me someone to write to.

These images and designs are mine. I took the photos in the UK when my lovely Grandma treated me to a trip in 2011. I suppose I’m feeling nostalgic. Also, while the first was snapped in London, the last two were taken in Ireland, and we are approaching St. Patrick’s Day after all.

To keep for yourself, simply click on the image and then right-click and choose “save image.”

Please enjoy and share and link all images back to my own blog (this particular post, to be exact – said in the least bossy way possible) if you wish to spread them around. Happy March!

21 | Ordinarily Wonderful Days

I was born 7,665 days ago. Yesterday was my 21st annual reminder.

Wonderful Day | Emily Ann Moschner Design

The night before my birthday (well it was midnight, so technically it was my birthday) I was frumpy, as Ben says. I laid in bed staring at a popcorn ceiling in my otherwise awesome bedroom watching the fan spin ferociously and wondering why such a special day could start out so seemingly blah. Nothing was bad. My roommates peeked in with smiles and said happy birthday, my childhood best friend text me at 12:01 on the dot, I had talked to family and my fiance, and still I moped.

Tuesday morning I woke up in time for an egg breakfast and gradually made my way to the bus. The day rolled on with classes and a lunch at my favorite Cuban bakery by myself while I read a fabulously inspiring book. More classes came and went. I rode the bus home. I shoveled in dinner. I went to my weekly Bible study. It was all sort of ordinary. But it was wonderful.

Yeah, I said it. Birthdays are just days. They’re special, sure, but so is today and tomorrow and the day after that.

And I’m not just saying all this as a passive copout because I felt unappreciated on my birthday. I, in fact, felt a lot of love on my birthday, and I am grateful. I just wish I realized more often how special even the ordinary days are, how even they are worth celebrating. And, I’ll have you know, I’m also not the girl who has the “If anything can go well it will” bumper sticker on her Impala, but I know a good day when I see one, and I’ve been treating a lot of them like they’re nothing special at all.

As of yesterday I could legally sip wine with my pinky up. So I did.

Wonderful Day | Emily Ann Moschner Design

I watched Pretty Little Liars with my roommates ( I swear I turned 21, not 12) and my lovely friends threw a miniature surprise party complete with crepe paper streamers and coconut-vanilla cake. I had about an inch worth of Evolution’s American white wine in a glass that was too big from a bottle I had chosen all on my own (kind of… thank you Ben) at Publix based on its label being the raddest one I could find.

My darling friends gave me Welch’s sparkling grape juice, grapes and cheese, since only one of them is old enough to buy the real stuff anyway. I spoke to my parents and brother and grandparents and aunt and cousin and Ben on the phone. I received an endless supply of wishes on Facebook and I found out that Facebook and I share the same birthday.

Wonderful Day | Emily Ann Moschner Design

It was all more than wonderful.

Sure, some days, birthday or not, are downright crappy/frustrating/miserable/sad/depressing, but I’m curious if we treated more days like they were our birthday, how different those days would feel.

“But if they’re all special, then really none of them are special at all.”

Then maybe we should tweak our definition of special or happy or wonderful and reconsider how frequently we slap boring or regular or ordinary labels on potentially phenomenal days.