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!

Be my BFF

Do you want to be my BFF? I have the following requirements:

1. Must love on my animals.
2. Must eat the food and drink the beverages I prepare (and at least pretend to like them).
3. Must watch Logan’s Run.

That last one is the true test of our friendship. If you sit through the entire movie, we will be best friends forever.


Sweater, Worthington (thrifted). Tunic, Wet Seal (thrifted). Boots, Blondo. Earrings, Article (consignment).

Yes, Beefy and my friend Colette passed this test long ago. Today, my friends Jeff and Leah joined the inner circle. No one has passed that final requirement in a good six years.


Condition number one is pretty important, too. I’ll clean before you come over, but you will still leave covered in fur. I’m not sure how that happens…


And, of course, condition number two is a no-brainer. I’m an excellent chef and mixologist.

Ready in 15

I had 15 minutes to go from dog-running-sweaty to fancy-waffle-ready. I applied deodorant, mascara, and lipstick. I hid my greasy hair with a hat and my puffy eyes with sunglasses. I hoped that a poncho would disguise my lounge-ready layers beneath. Then, I forgot about my appearance (and smell?) and just enjoyed fancy waffles with my friend.


Hat, Nine West. Sunglasses, Coco Sunglasses. Poncho, thrifted. Tee, Mossimo. Shorts, Free People (thrifted). Boots, Matisse.

Casual Elegance

I’m the last person to consider myself “elegant.” I’d say I’m “cute*” or “quirky.” But someone else said I looked “elegant” in this casual, holiday party ensemble, so I’m going to embrace the adjective.


Sweater, Express (consignment from our Sacramento Fashion and Style Meetup at Article). Skift, Bass (thrifted). Booties, Blondo. Scarf, flea market. Necklace, thrifted. Bag, Steve Madden. Raincoat, REI.


*How old does one have to be before “cute” no longer applies? I’m ready to outgrow that one.

Queen of Plaid

I love to mix plaids. I’m wearing three different plaids here, but the navy and red color palette gives the outfit a cohesive look.


Shirt, Mossimo (thrifted). Skirt, Plenty by Tracy Reese (thrifted). Boots, Sofft (consignment). Sunglasses, Earthbound Trading Co. Necklace, Taneesi. Vest, J Crew. Bag, Steve Madden.

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:”

Darth Vader Wears Sequins

I only wear weird things to blogger meetups. How else would people know I was a style blogger? If I didn’t pair Darth Vader with sequins, people might think I blog about food and we all know my food photography sucks. It’s really hard not to make a bowl of oatmeal look like a bowl of vomit. And that’s why I take pictures of outfits.


Jacket, Adrianna Papell. Sweater, thrifted. Jeans, Old Navy. Boots, Steve Madden. Earrings, handmade gift. Clutch, Express.


Oh, I wore this to a meetup of Sacramento Bloggers. We all agreed that food photography is the hardest.