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.

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.

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.

Local

After getting home at 3 a.m. this morning, I was up for a low-key Saturday. We kept it local. Beefy and I had lunch at Skool and shopped the OliaModa pop-up shop. Then we walked around the corner for cake and cheesecake at Rick’s Dessert Diner. Finally, we finished the day off at the club: a hot tub soak for me and treadmill time for Beefy.


Jacket, H&M (thrifted). Scarf, OliaModa. Shirt, Passport. Skirt, Mural (consignment). Leggings, We Love Colors. Boots, Vince Camuto.



Photos by me, the tripod, and a remote.

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.

Timid

You’d think after 10 years of outfit photos that I’d be less timid about taking them in front of other people. I wanted to take them in the skate park, today, but was too embarrassed to pose in front of the skaters (and possibly interrupt their fun). Instead, I strutted my stuff on a hilltop above the park (where they could no doubt still see me). Will I work up the courage (or better manage my timing) tomorrow?


Shirt, Passport. Shorts, Arizona (thrifted). Leggings, We Love Colors. Boots, Vince Camuto. Sunglasses, Earthbound Trading Co. Earrings, Charming Charlie. Bag, Vintage.



I used the Muted Mauve iNSTAMAT!C on my hair this morning. Just like last time I used it, the results were too timid. I much prefer the Ocean Storm (blue).


(And I dearly need a haircut. I have one scheduled for next Friday!)

Novocain

I have terrible teeth. I can blame genetics or well water or poor flossing habits, but no excuse can rid me of a mouthful of fillings. I see the dentist often and it’s never fun. She treated me to Novocain and a little drilling, today. There is not much smiling in these pics because I still couldn’t move or feel my upper right lip. It sucks, but all I can do is laugh at myself (and floss better).


Jacket, Chaps. Skirt, Outlander (thrifted and gifted). Boots, Steve Madden. Sunglasses, Target. Bag, Nordstrom Rack.



My Novocain smile:


P.S. I did a really good job of putting lipstick on numb lips.

Blood Red Olive Drab

On November 10th, we celebrated the US Marine Corps’ 241st birthday. I was a Marine for less than five years, and left the service 12 years ago, but I like to recognize the occasion each year. Or maybe I mostly like to play dress up with my service cap. We were required to buy it as a part of our uniform kit, but I never got to wear it!


Jacket and dress, Mossimo. Plaid tunic, Forever 21. Boots, Vince Camuto. Brooch, vintage.


The service cap doesn’t really work for civilian wear, but I do like to pose with it.


The USMC celebrates its birthday with a ball every year. I think my favorite ball was the one I got to attend with my mom, in Okinawa, Japan:

Ooo-rah!