
Welcome to my new home on the internet.
It's kind of surreal to be blogging again. Honestly, I always knew I wanted to come back to writing.
Something about this feels really right, like coming home. Not just to blogging, but back to myself.
That's honestly been the theme of the past few years.
A LOT has changed since I started Get Your Pretty On almost 14 years ago.
The kids have all grown up and graduated college. My husband Craig and I have grieved the end of that season and are celebrating who they're becoming. My business has had more ups and downs than a roller coaster. We moved for the first time in 14 years. I had some major health issues, went through menopause, and (thankfully!) I'm finally coming out the other side. We're figuring out what it looks like to love aging parents from a distance, while always wishing we could do more.
Honestly... it's been a lot.
But the goodness has somehow been woven into all of it. And one of the biggest gifts has been figuring out this new version of myself.
A few years ago, if you asked me who I was, I would've rattled off all the roles. A wife. A mom. A business owner. The leader of my team. A woman who helps millions of women get dressed.
None of those answers were wrong, exactly. They just weren't the whole story. I knew it. I could feel it.
And as some of those roles started shifting, I started asking a question I'd never really stopped long enough to ask before. Who am I when no one needs me to be anything?
And that's been much harder to figure out because life always handed me the answer. I became a single mom to my son at 22 while I was still in college. Craig and I got married when I was 25, we bought our first house and had both of our girls. I started my career, and life just became a whirlwind.
And as they say, the days were long, but the years flew by. There was always another diaper to change, lunch to pack, dinner to make. First day of school, after school practice. College orientation. Another deadline, another email to answer.
Until there wasn't.
And I never really had the space to wonder who I was because life was busy telling me what needed me most in the moment.
Now things are much quieter. Not empty. Just quieter. And for the first time, I have the space to hear myself think.
That's what Rediscovering Me is really about. Not reinventing myself or becoming someone new. Just finding my way back to the woman who's been there all along.
"Who am I when no one needs me to be anything? That's what Rediscovering Me is really about - not becoming someone new, just finding my way back to the woman who's been there all along."
So what can you expect around here?
Some days we'll have conversations about midlife, confidence, identity, grief, purpose, and all the quiet ways we change over time. (Believe it or not, I actually miss some things about having my period!)
Some days we'll talk about style, because after 14 years, I still believe getting dressed can change the way you feel about yourself and help you come back to who you are.
Some days I'll share my favorite finds, beauty products, books, recipes, skincare, quotes that resonate or whatever rabbit hole I've fallen down lately (and trust me, there are a lot)! If there's something I'm curious about, you better believe I'll go first and tell you if it's actually worth it.
We'll talk about travel, creating a home that fits your life, marriage after the kids leave, hormones, healing, and the little moments that somehow end up changing us.
Mostly, I hope this becomes a place that feels like sitting down with a friend who's figuring it out too. Like you and I are having coffee together on my side porch and chatting.
I definitely don't have this next chapter all figured out yet. But I'm always curious and curiosity has taken me to some pretty cool places so far. I have this funny feeling it's going to keep doing that.
So, if you've found yourself wondering... Who am I now? Or maybe... What's next? I'm really glad you're here.
Let's rediscover ourselves together.
Letters from Alison
If this met you where you are, the letters will too.
One quiet Sunday email. An essay, an outfit, and one small thing to take into the week.

