Hey friends! We’re celebrating the first year since The Style Line’s .com launch… And having the event in a new city! Thanks to our incredible contributor, Christina Pearson we’ve been able to share the stories of amazing innovators in the thriving Pittsburgh community. If you’re in the area be sure to join us at Mid-Atlantic Mercantile for an afternoon of style, stories and shopping!

Thanks for all of your support over the past year in this new chapter of our story… We can’t wait to share what’s next. 

xo Rachel 


Let us know: Are you in Pittsburgh and will you be attending?

SUMMER IN THE CITY with The Style Line’s summer intern, Laine Kisiel

Before I came to New York I was pleasantly agreeable, probably a bit too much. Anything anyone asked me to do was an automatic yes accompanied by a large smile and no concern for my personal welfare. This left me exhausted, run down, and resenting anyone who asked me for a favor. “Yeah no problem! I can come get you from your friends house at 4 in the morning. Yeah I have a 7 am test in the morning but no worries! (smile smile, fake fake).” “Want to shove the entire group work and presentation on me? No problem! It’s not my birthday or anything! I WANTED to do all the work! Love it!” 

I was the Queen of being the DD, letting others change my ideas, and kindly stepping aside to disrespect as I wore “PUSHOVER” across my head for the world to see. However, I’ve assumed a different role since moving to New York. In a city where you literally get shoved around and pushed over on a daily basis, I developed a thick skin, one that not only shielded me from these shoves but allowed me to utter the word “No” and mean it. More importantly, not feel bad about it. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not on a self righteous stubborn path of only doing things my way. I am more than open to suggestions, ideas, and lending a helping hand. But I’ve come to see that if I put every single person 100 miles ahead of my own basic needs, I’m getting nowhere. Picking someone up at 4 am might make them like you a little better now, but in the long run, you’re just someone who fulfilled a favor. Someone who can be counted on. Great! But I’d rather be someone totally capable of accomplishing their dreams (well rest included), someone friends respect, someone friends can count on, and most importantly someone I can respect and count on. 

Saying “No” has empowered me. Just as much as not saying “sorry” every five seconds has. I am sorry I was late for brunch, but I’m not sorry that I sent my order back last when I asked for scrambled eggs and not over-easy. It’s not rude to say “No”, it’s honest. I’ve caught a case of the NEW YORK NO’S and they’re following me all the way home. 


Laine Kisiel

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