Why would an almost-40 mom of two toddlers—with a deeply academic, decidedly unglamorous career—venture into the world of style blogging?

Because the past few years have taught me a few things: One, life is brutally short. Two, when the people who love you reflect something powerful back at you—believe them. And three, fear? It’s a companion you acknowledge, but not one you let take the wheel.

I’ve always loved all things style: clothes, tattoos, jewelry, shoes, hairstyles, glasses, nail art—all the ways we get to outwardly express our inner truth. I believe, deep in my bones, that for some of us, style is self-care. It’s how we love ourselves. And it’s how we give others courage to show up as their full, glorious selves, too.

When I was 34, my dad passed away after a tragic accident. A few months later, My husband and I found out that I was pregnant with our first baby. When our son Noah was just 7 months old, I lost my mom to cancer—and a few months after that, I was pregnant again, this time with Ziggy, our second little boy.

Needless to say, this few year span was a time of deep personal transformation—inside and out.

Through all of it, style was a grounding ritual for me. Taking care of myself through fashion helped me hold onto something steady. I took the look good, feel good mantra seriously—and even through grief, pregnancy, nursing, and the everyday chaos of life, I found comfort and creativity in the small things: layering silver and gold bangles on my wrists, stacking antique rings on my fingers, diving head first into sneaker culture with my husband, and after Ziggy was born, chopping and dying a sleek purple bob (a little nod to 2010s-era Nicole Richie).

People would often approach me and ask, “Are you an artist?” “Do you work in fashion?” “Are you in a creative field?” And I’d say something like, “I wish.”
But the truth was—I was weighed down by self-limiting beliefs. I couldn’t quite let myself believe I could do something in this space. So I kept that dream tucked away.

Then one day, a dear friend—a fierce, inspiring female founder—looked me in the eye and said, “What are you waiting for? You just need to start something.” It was the loving push I needed, and it came from someone I deeply respect.

I launched @Dani.Gets.Dressed on Instagram and TikTok in March 2025.

Now, less than four months later, I have the support of a community of over 12,000 social media followers. Dani Gets Dressed is teeing up an online store filled with beautifully curated vintage and pre-loved designer treasures. And me? I feel more healed, more whole, and more connected to myself than I ever have.

So—thank you for being here. Even if you’re just here for the clothes (and honestly, they are amazing), I’m honored to be a part of your style journey.

More to come.
xx
Dani