Sweater Set

This sticky summer, 100+ degree heat has got to go now. It just has to go. It's no longer welcomed by layer-lovin', blanket-wearin' me. 'Cause it's time I start stockin' up on all of my creamy, comfy-cozy boyfriend cardigans again anyway. I mean, just look at the girl up there, all giddy in her complete coziness. And I don't blame her. In fact, I wanna join her. So I'm gonna. By buyin' this, this or maybe even this warm wrapper so I can be sweater set too. So there, sticky summer 100+ heat.  Uh!

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Boot Scoot Boogie

That's the little dance I'd do (ok, ok, that I did after clicking on the provided link info at the bottom of the post) if I should find where-oh-where to get my own beige-y-brown glittery pair o' blinged-out boots. *So what if they're one whole size too big? All the more room to boogie woogie down in, knowwhatI'msayin'? And this particular pretty pair has got my boogie back and blogging bases covered, a-comin' in black, too.

*Update: They be back in my size - restocked and ready. Woot!

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Metal Detector

Apart from wanting her perfectly placed banged bun, ruby-like red lips and just-enough sheerness of a top, I just don't think it'd be right for me to go another day without having that blue bauble hanging 'round my neck.  So really, wallet o'mine, I'm doing you a HUGE favor so, you know, you won't feel left out of the leather-y loop anymore. Gosh. You're so lucky to have me looking out for you. What ever would you do without me?

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Orange Crush

The bleach blonde in and on me is begging for me to avert my eyes from this gloriously dyed hair picture right now. BEGGING. But. I. Just. Can't. Look. Away. It's highlighted and two-toned in all the right places AND she's decided to sport a red lip too. Gah. I'm practically powerless here. SO not a fair coif fight. The more I look at it, the more I want to grab some car keys and get on down to the nearest drugstore to pick up some orange crush hair dye. So sorry, bleach blonde me.  But I. Just. Can't. Look. Away.

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Hall Monitor

Wuh-oh. I'm gettin' that old familiar fashion-y fever again. The one that has, like, this infectious gravitational pull towards me from the minute I wake up, wanting to wear nothing but boy meets girl hats, ties and rolled up tees and trousers. I call it the Annie Hall Syndrome. And I come down with it every few weeks when I see it so stylishly displayed on someone else. And with today's pic, the addition of a suede-y pump is just a new style symptom I must remedy with some shoe-shopping,  STAT.

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Danglin From The Chandeliers

Yowza. That's all I got after seeing Nicole Kidman's V Magazine spread. Debbie Harry rocker chic meets When-Harry-Met-Sally's Meg Ryanesque 'do. Total 80s perfection personified in just a few photos. And I'm pretty much gobsmacked at all the gorgeousness. But. Not enough not to notice an urgent, right away kind of need for my own dangle-y chandelier earrings. In shoulder-grazing pairs of 1, 2 aaaaand 3. 

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Going Rouge

Well ... what do we have here? Oh, nothin' much. Just the oh-so-exciting announcement that lippy lipstick lovers everywhere didn't even know they were waitin for: Anthropologie is gonna start sellin' their own line of lipstick come the end of THIS MONTH! No big deal. Just a 6-piece color collection encased in gold ranging from a need-it-now nude-y rose to a wear-with-all crimson red. And starting at just $18. Ok. NOW all you lip lovers can get all giddy up in here. Permission totally  granted.

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Shouldering On

Um. Hm. Uh. Yeah. Wait. Just. A. Second. Yep. Ready. Nope. Just kidding. Wow. I need a moment. Ok. Do you see that model's face up there, all scrunchied and furrow-browed? Well. I'm pretty sure that she's right smack dab in the middle of experiencing exactly what I am right about now. Complete and utter no-words-can-describe speechlessness over how gosh darn beautiful Zara's ENTIRE and I mean ENTIRE August Line is. And how I/we can actually afford it. Pshhhhaw. Consider my mind and pretty much my whole wallet  blown.

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Lacing To The Finish

Sometimes all it takes is one, one little picture to fall completely, head over heels sartorially in love. Like so with today's lace for days frilly frock. All it took was one teeny-tiny glance and I was a giddy goner. But now I've got to lace to the finish to don this baby-dolled darling before it's snatched on up by all the other lovely and oh-so-stylish ladies. P.S.  It comes in navy too.

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The Velvet Underground

I can already pretty much guess (and deduce) what you're thinking. Velvet? You're thinking/blogging about velvet when it's nearly 100+ degrees outside where most of us currently reside? Well, in a word: Yes. Yes I am thinking about velvet. And it's all Bona Drag's fault for briefing me on these almost violently romantic underthings. Seriously now. Is it winter yet??

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Simply Earresistible

I've always said that I got literally every physical attribute a girl could possibly get from her father. From my big ol' head and nose, down to my big ol' feet. A true Daddy's Girl I am. And nothing proves it more than our shared substantially-sized ears. And even though we're forever joking that my pops has the perfect lobes for piercin', I think I'll take one for the team (since he's never going under the gun, not in this lobed lifetime) and show off my own earful instead. With this spike-y stunner. 

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Chain Reaction

Umm. Riddle me this, please. How has it taken me this long to hear and know about a little online one-stop accessory shop called Sportsgirl?!? Where things like this pretty pretty gunmetal-y necklace exist? Wowza. Do I feel like I'm givin' whole new meaning to 'Chain of Fools' right about now with all my complete and utter unknowingness. Sheeshy sheesh sheesh. Good thing Style Paws has got my back ... err ... neck then, huh?

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Placement Exam

Is this not the absolute, hands-down, most perfect of perfect places for a portrait tattoo? Boy is this girl schoolin' us in this particular thigh high placement exam or what?!? Gah. It just looks so gosh darn cute peeking out from under that skirt of hers. Man oh man oh. Good gravies. Now I want one right there too. 

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White On The Western Front

I've often wondered how I would have fared back in the old (wild wild) west. There's something so invitingly rustic and wildy romantic about the whole thing. Ruggedly handsome cowboys, equine transportation and that saloon social scene. And let's not forget the sweltering heat that would prove and make it nearly impossible to wear anything but a white slip dress and the obligatory, albeit mandatory, cowboy boots. Yup. Pretty sure I could saddle right on up to those western-y ways. 

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Little Bow Pink

No matter how shorty-short I cut my hair, one thing stays the same: my itty bitty bangs grow at a speedy speedracer-y rate. Every time. They MOST DEFINITELY have a mind of their own when it comes to what length they should and will be. And when inevitably faced with layers of adversity (that make it almost impossible to pin back and tame with mere bits o' bobby pins) only one thing will (ever) do: little bow(s) pink.

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Love In The Time Of Collar-a

There are a few things I pray never, ever go out of style, like, ever: (p)leather-y leggings, red lipstick and cute cute, peter pan-ery collars. 'Cause nothing really finishes off an outfit quite like a proper little white collar 'round your neck, know what I mean? And YeYe is so kindly, so stylishly, helping out the cause by keepin' this blogger's dream alive. And I thank her. MUCH-LY.

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Seeing Red

Being a child/product of the 80s and 90s, whenever I see ruby red eyeglasses, I think of one woman and one woman only: Sally Jesse Raphael. And I have no problem admitting that, along with Phil Donahue and Geraldo Rivera, SJR was watched by me. Almost religiously. But not for the show's kooky content but because I was being sent subliminal style messages that one day I, too, would want to wear some scarlet specs. And ladies and gentlemen, that (one) day is today. Here, here aaand here.

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Me And My Shadow

Swoop, there it is. My all-time favorite lid look: The Cat Eye. And just how did I perfect these lovely-lined peepers, you say? One word: Anastasia. With her She Wears It Well shadow palette and this lil' video. A swooshed brushing of pink Frosting and a dot-dot-dash-ing of Onyx later and I was feelin' f(el)ine.   

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Good Girl Gone Bad

I'll never really tire of the super girly, feminine and flowy frocks paired with the rough 'n' toughness of buckled black boots, will I? It's like the goody two shoes girl who inevitably always goes for the motorcycle-riding bad boy. 'Cause she likes the way it and he make(s) her feel. Heaven knows I've done it. And liked it. And would do it again if I had the chance. And like it. A lot.

Photo Source: Vanessa Jackman

Striping It Rich

In love. You'll see just how big a part the now style staple of stripes play in this charmingly sweet cinema Sunday pick and Spanish film called Sidewalls. Nevermind the fact that I pretty much want her window displaying gig or that I feel a sorta pet-ish kismet with him since I have my own little white dog (albeit mine is a chihuahua) but, most importantly, it gives this introspective introvert hope that she too can stripe it rich in love.

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The Midas Touch

You'd think with all my many years of experience behind cosmetics counters, I'd have thought to try something as simply stunning as a gold, lower lash-lined eye. But no. Never even crossed my makeup-y mind. On the upper lashes? Perhaps. But the bottom? Nuh-uh. Never. Good thing I can do it now and save face though, by buying this liquid gold liner to swipe, huh?  

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Basic Training

I feel like this blog is my own form of a bargaining boot camp, where I am trained and taught in one thing and one thing only: to scour the world over in search of the perfect essential (and most affordable) of basics: The Pocket Tee. 'Cause it can't be too tight or too loose. Nor boxy or cloyingly clingy. It has to hang with the greatest of ease and look gam good paired with both camo denim and a ballgown-ed skirt. Like so. Kinda sorta totally and completely convincing, no? So if you're interested in enlisting and joining us in this no middleman retail revolution, sign up here, with the sarge, the (wo)man in charge: Everlane.

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Rock Out With Your Socks Out

Usually the thought of having to slip socks, any socks, onto my feet makes me shudder. Thems things like to be free and bare, people, FREE and BARE. Most especially if you tell me I've gotta wear 'em to bed. Oh heavens no. Can't want it. Cant want it at all. Nuh-uh. Nope-y nope no. Not gonna happen. Wouldn't be prudent. But then I saw (and read) this 5 ways to sock-wearing post, and I was sold. Which means now I wanna rock out with my socks out. And with a skull tank and tutu too. 

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Putty In My Hands

For close to verging on a decade, I did one thing and one thing only to both my finger and toe nails: french manicures. We're talkin' the craziest color I ever ventured to paint them with being a very, very light peach, if not my tried-and-true standby of clear. Yeah, I know. I was all sorts of zany. But. I'm slowly being reintroduced to other polishes like that outlined and pretty putty grey up there. So much so that I've already purchased two similar shades. Whoa Nelly. Watch out for me, right?  Ha. 

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Peplum In The Middle

Other than the rough and tough reinvention and interpretation of the leather-y legging (of which I own, oh, about 4-5 pairs) I can't think of another fashion-y trend that I love and have gotten behind (no pun intended) more than the pretty, peplum-y top. It instantly draws attention to and creates teeny-tiny and fancily flouncy waists and just so happens to go rather perfectly with said growing gam-busters collection. And now I want more. Maybe one, two, three or four.  Or even a metallic-y five.

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The Legend Of Bagger Pants

There's a lovely little Alanis Morissette-y melody playing in my head whenever I look at this particular pretty-panted picture: "I've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is flashin' a must-buy sign ..." 'cause I needy-need me a baggy-bottomed pair o' pants just like this bobby-socked girl so I can now and forever be referenced to and as The Legend Of Bagger Pants. 

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On The Prowl

Given that I'm a Gemini, born in the month of May, means my gem is the greeny-green emerald. So combine that with my obvious penchant for forever and always being on the prowl for the next budget-friendly bauble, well ... it should come as ABSOLUTELY NO SURPRISE that the end of this blogger's bling equation is I want this ring as my style symbol.  Rawwwr.

Photo Source: Covet The T(ea) via Refinery29 via JewelMint

Blue Collar

I recently purchased a beautiful little baby blue and floral-printed scarf for a total and complete steal, but found that it has just been folded up and placed off to the side, out of sight, since I didn't know any other way to wear it except atop my head and bowed. 'Til now. Scarf + Skinny Straps = Baby Blue Collar.

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Bargaining Collective

I like to think my lot in life, my civic blogging duty is to be able to take a lovely little look from a street style photo and translate it into key look-a-like, bargain wallet-y pieces and ways. An affordable aficionado, if you will. But sometimes, even proud budget-named bloggers like me have to bow down to greats like Le Fashion for finding the perfect white dress interpretation. But. That didn't stop me from finding my own lower-priced version of those ankled bootie boots.  No, no it certainly did not. 

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Brimming With Excitement

That's what I am, now that mine eyes have seen the glory of this girlie bow-topped topper. The perfect transition piece from the sun-drenched summer months into the beginnings of a crisper fall and autumn-ish season, no? And can't you just picture it now? Plopped above big ol' bronze-smoked eyes or a beyond bright, look-at-me red lip? Ugh. So right, it almost hurts.

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Basement Bex

After what every bone in my bloggin' body feels like has been eons and eons since starting, my little corner of the world, where I'll call home and hang my hat at the end of every day -- my basement apartment-esque dwelling -- is thisclose to FINALLY being fully furnished, decorated and move-in ready. And with the color scheme being a magical monochromatic land full of mostly grey, white and silver, I'm thinkin' I could drive the last interior nail home by hanging this ivory beauty on the bedroom wall to cement and celebrate my newfound stable home status.  

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