Rebellious

I realize it’s a little confusing to wear a Rebel Scum jacket and a Dark Side sweater. Which side am I on? My side. (Which, honestly has more to do with being a rebel than being dark.) For 2017, I plan to be true to myself, no matter how counter that may be to the mainstream. Be rebellious!


Jacket, Obey (embellished by my sister). Tunic, Wet Seal. Sweater, Forever 21 (thrifted). Leggings, Express. Boots, Style & Co (thrifted). Pin, Disney.


My Star Wars outfits from 2016:


May the force be with you in 2017!

Winter White

I buy very little white. I’m really messy and I don’t think it looks good on me. But I’m giving this thrifted, open-weave tunic a chance. I have to admit that I love the way white looks with red. And now I’m thinking about pairing it with my white, faux fur vest (also thrifted) for a “white out” look.


Jacket, Chaps. Scarf, gift. Tunic, thrifted. Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Pins, Disney. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.

Thrifting in Dior

I feel stalled this week. Everything is closed or everyone is busy and I’m just waiting for the New Year to move forward. Instead of moping, I donned my velvet, vintage Christian Dior jacket (from my friend Jena) and went thrifting.


Jacket, Christian Dior (vintage gift). Sweater, Joseph A (thrifted). Shorts, Free People (thrifted). Leggings, Allen B. Boots, Ariat. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses.

I don’t wear this jacket enough. It feels too fancy and bold for the everyday. I countered that feeling with cutoffs and western boots.

Nonfunctional

Let’s be honest: this jacket is a joke. It did nothing to keep me warm in freezing temps, walking around midtown. But it’s really cute, right? And I managed to zip it up. Well, zip it up to my boobs. I relied on this vintage fur from Beefy’s aunt to keep the upper half covered.


Jacket, Xhilaration (thrifted). Sweater, Express (consignment). Skirt, Hauber Sporting Life (thrifted). Tights, Target (I think). Booties, Blondo.

I Shot Lisa

My calendar is filling up with photography appointments. It’s starting to look like an assassin’s daybook with “shoot Lisa,” “shoot Sam,” “shoot Julia.” I may want to reconsider how I title the bookings.


Coat, Avanti (thrifted). Sweater, Banana Republic (thrifted and gifted). Tunic, Rachel Roy (consignment). Leggings, Amour. Boots, Vince Camuto. Earrings, Claire’s. Bag, Rebecca Minkoff.


I took these photos after shooting Lisa of The Everyday Elevated She’s totally adorable. I’d share a picture from our session, but I’m still editing boudoir pics from Friday. My goal is to finish those, today!

Dogwalk to Sidewalk

I look completely unpresentable after agility. I treat Jasper with chicken and wipe my greasy hands on the utility vest I wear for class. Still, my fingers retain a film that attracts dirt from the dusty arena. It takes all my discipline not to brush hair from my eyes and inadvertently smear the dirt and grease across my face and in my hair. The dirt coats my shoes and sticks to my jeans when I kneel or squat to give Jasper attention. To quote my friend, Lauren, I look “totally homeless” by the time class concludes.

Usually, this isn’t an issue since I go from agility to bed (sometimes changing, first), but there is the rare occasion when class is held in the daytime and I might like to go somewhere afterwards. For this transition, I changed footwear and threw a nice poncho over my jeans and hoodie. I dusted off the jeans and stashed the greasy utility vest in my trunk. I won’t win any style awards, but I look like I at least tried to be presentable.


Poncho, Christopher & Banks (gift). Hoodie and tee, Mossimo. Jeans, Old Navy. Booties, Blondo. Sunglasses, Earthbound Trading Co. Bag, Steve Madden.


For those unfamiliar with the sport of dog agility, the green thing in the background of the below picture is a “dogwalk:”