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.

Green Velvet Red Lips

We spent Christmas Day with some barely relatives, at Beefy’s cousin’s husband’s sister’s house. You’d never know we were so distantly related by the warmth of their welcome or the spread on the table (crab legs, prime rib, and pecan pie). Hospitality like that deserved my festive best.


Sweater, vintage consignment. Dress, Parker (consignment). Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Earthbound Trading Co. Earrings, made by my friend. Clutch, Maggi B. Brooch (on clutch), vintage heirloom.

Reindeer Treats

You’d probably come to an agility event and think, “Oh, these are a bunch of boring, old, grandmas” (and the odd gay man). But you’d be wrong. These bitches know how to party!


Sweater, Chaps. Tunic, Forever 21. Leggings, Express. Boots, Steve Madden.


The annual WAG (Western Agility Group) holiday party is an easy six (6!) hours long. The highlight is the big box game. We take turns rolling the dice for our turn to done oven mitts, a hat, and a scarf to try to open layers of wrapped (and often duct-taped) boxes for the prizes within. It gets pretty cutthroat when a second lady rolls a qualifying number right after the first, denying the first woman a chance to attack the packages. I didn’t get lucky with the dice many times this year, but I did win a toy that Jasper destroyed within 30 minutes of my return home.


The big box game - just getting started.
Don't even get me started on the gift exchange. It's Dirty Santa, but the goal seems to be to outdo everyone else and bring the gift that is stolen the most. Who cares what you steal, as long as everyone coveted what you brought.

And, finally, the food. THE FOOD!!! Despite my best intentions, I always forget my diet resolutions and eat way too much dessert.

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.

Working Holiday Casual

At this point, I only own two pairs of non-legging, non-denim pants. They are both silk and military inspired. That doesn’t leave me much to choose from when I need to wear pants (to work an event), but need to look dressed up. As I expect to be working more events this season, I ordered black trousers. In the meantime, I formalized olive cargo pants as well as I could to photograph guests at a holiday party.


Sweater, Charlotte Russe. Pants, Lauren Ralph Lauren. Boots, Steve Madden. Necklace, Banana Republic (gift).


I ended up crawling around on the carpet, so pants were a good call. And the flat boots were also a wise choice for 4+ hours on my feet. Jackson (and many of the guests) liked my leopard boots: