Tuesday, January 10, 2017



TUESDAY. Silk greens dancing backways and half ajar. I embrace winter's low af temperatures by way of fussing with all layerable pieces in my closet. I'll do a long piece with a longer piece, hues a few notches apart (like a forest and an olive), figure things that make sense to add and retract as you run from heated apartment to your crowded coffee stop through your 30 minute commute. And yet this day, I craved ice and milk with my caffeine fix. Didn't spill a drop on my blouses...  

As for my lower half, my fellow suede-trouser cladded friend across the table posed it best:

|  I just have croissant crumbs embedded in my pants. Forever. And coffee stains.

Refreshing to hear that I'm not alone.
 Inner Blouse: no label | Button-down: H&M | Pant: BCBG 

Monday, January 2, 2017


 Sweater: Express | Jumpsuit: Calvin Klein | Choker: Portugal

MONDAY. Broke out the jumpsuit to layer under a pseudo-backless sweater to take me from work to drinks, the last week of 2016. And also to make going to the toilet an arduous chore. Because this girl loves a challengenot... clamp a metal brace over your neck and voila...and outfit thing. 

Thursday, December 8, 2016


Coat: St. John's | Tee: Knot Sisters | Jeans: Uniqlo | Booties: Sam Edelman 

Nothing like a forecast of snow to urge that warmly-lined sherpa to show face. This vintage St. John's number was on the fence between jumping into my costume trunk or into the bag of donatable garb(age [one man's trash...]) as I was doing my annual wardrobe reconstructing. But I shut him down and, instead, introduced him to my other coats to act as the token wildcard outerwear. I will also never use the word "wildcard," again. But you know me! - ever the adventurous dresser upper... khaki faux suede/fur from someone's mother's closet + a white tee and black cigarette jeans. (Equipped with tights and the fuzzy socks, obvi). Brrrrr. I can still feel my toes, I think. 
At least, I'm definitely warm up top. 

Saturday, November 12, 2016


SATURDAY. Rise and shine, Party people - it's the weekend. It's a rainy start for me (so only internal shining, I'm afraid), but I'm about to meet some friends for the Eileen Fisher warehouse sale and hopefully grab some essentials for restarting my fall wardrobe/life. Seen here in fading-wax jeans, faux croc booties nabbed in Portugal, a largely-hooded, double-lined coat (with inside pockets wtfyesssss), comfy sweater, and throw-around leather satchel that sometimes turns into a backpack. Notice how the shoes are navy blue... Trying to switch up the black on black business, as you can plainly see....

te amo, 

Monday, November 7, 2016


MONDAY. It's been an entire week since October's death, but I'm still finding miscellaneous candy wrappers in odd pockets while my Princess Mononoke costume still hasn't quite inched its way to the hamper... (just to give you a little tmi re: my troublingly messy home, right now). The only thing I had to shell out for was the red face paint... a whole $2.00. Otherwise, finally let some of my costume baubles breathe, as too my ballet leotard, and scraps of leather and mantle fur. My favorite collateral of Halloween bleeding into the real after life - this old fur coat gifted to me years ago is finally going to get its due use. It had the tackiest lining and the most impractical form of warmth for the PNW (Because rain). So I unseamed the innards to be its most raw for last weekend's shenanigans and to now hang ever so comfortably over my living room sofa. Furry stretches of cloth + Tv-facing seating = Dangerous. Bring on the cold season!  


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