:: Best of the West ::

Western Conference that is.

T put our names on the season ticket holder list three years ago, essentially right after we started dating. I didn’t say anything, but in my head I was thinking “is this really that serious?” Guess it was! A few years back, Taylor bought me the jersey of my favorite player, James Harden. I adored that man, and have always loved an underdog. Even if he was being paid millions to be one. The following summer we were at dinner with his family, sister, and now brother-in-law, on the gorgeous patio at SW Steakhouse in Las Vegas. Then, tragedy struck. Knowing we followed the Thunder pretty closely, Luke made the comment that Harden had been traded. Not typically being one for the water works, I started crying hysterically at dinner. Couldn’t even finish my meal. And people – that is hands down, one of the top 3 steaks I’ve had in my life!

Since then, I haven’t been able to allow another jersey into my life, for fear of the NBA being in control of a potentially outdated wardrobe. However, Steven Adams (John Mayer’s look-a-like!)  is slowly sneaking into first place, for his devilish good looks, quite impressive ball skills, and that New Zealand accent that you could listen to all day. This time, I’ll wait until after the Thunder re-sign him though. No need to jinx the handsome fella! Until that day comes, when I can dress up a jersey, I’ll keep playing with the orange and blue color palette. What’s your go to Thunder wear?!

Top: J.Crew, Pants: Zara, Boots: Tory Burch, Bag: Kate Spade, Necklace: Anthropologie, Ring: David Yurman

Top: J.Crew (old, similar here), Pants: Zara (old, similar here) , Boots: Tory Burch (cute here), Bag: Kate Spade (cute beige option, and HUGE KATE SPADE SALE!), Necklace: Anthropologie (very old, two tone option here), Ring: David Yurman

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:: Canadian Tuxedos and Basketball ::

To say this weekend was busy is an understatement. We took off for Dallas Thursday night – with my three bags in tow, one full of just shoes. From North Park and the Dallas Flea to a perfect Nobu dinner and late night high school reunion including Chace Crawford (Honestly, I don’t know why T thought I would be so star struck. He knows there is only room in my heart for one other man – John Mayer), church and a drive back to the city. Of course, we then turned around and ran to our second home, the Chesapeake Arena, to catch the first home Thunder game as season ticket holders! We’ve been on the list for ages, so we celebrated these two special seats of our very own with hot dogs and brew. Really – do you think we could afford a nicer dinner after that kind of purchase?!

Somehow in the cold and the wind, we managed to click a few pics, even though my new sunglasses absolutely did not want to stay on my face. Fans were asked to wear blue for the first home game, and I struggled with an outfit that was comfortable, warm on the walk, cool next to 18,000 of our closest pals, and of course – blue. Then it hit me. What better way to cheer on our favorite team, than in a Canadian Tuxedo?!

Top: J.Crew, Jeans: Gap, Clutch: Tory Burch, Jacket: Stella Rae's, Sunglasses: Elizabeth and James, Booties: Forever 21, Necklace: Dallas Flea

Top: J.Crew, Jeans: Gap, Clutch: Tory Burch, Jacket: Stella Rae’s, Sunglasses: Elizabeth and James, Booties: Forever 21, Necklace: Dallas Flea

outtakes

outtakes

a gem of a find

a gem of a find

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:: Chucks and Lace ::

Third grade. The year my feet grew four sizes and I had to stand on the back row of class photos because I was freakishly tall. It seemed as though I would totally follow in my mom’s side of the family’s footsteps as an epic basketball player, and live up to the 5’8″ height, predicted by doctors upon doubling my size as a tot. In order to keep up with my growth spurts (and probably get my paddle boats used to athletic shoes) I owned every color and style of converse they made. Of course, I thought this was the coolest shoe ever because it had my dad’s name and my middle name emblazoned proudly on the side with a star – CHUCK TAYLOR. Legit.

Years later, these gems of a shoe found their way onto the dance competition and pageant circuit. We were clearly new to this whole pageant thing, and a clogging solo had been choreographed for me to “Skater Boy.” (It may actually be titled “Skater Boi,” but that’s beyond embarrassing). When my mom and I set our minds to something, we go all out, and Skater Boy was no exception. Rhinestoned camo cutoffs, a red tank with a ripped fishnet overlay and of course – clogs specially built into a pair of rhinestoned (le duh) converse. As I gave up my last pageant title tonight, this special dance was reminisced about by many of my pageant friends and family.

You can put your kid in sneakers, but they may still only score four points in one season. Doctors can use modern medicine to predict size (I was itty bitty – someone should have caught on) and only hit the 5’2″ mark. You can be too old for pageants and still own that pair of converse clogging shoes. However, I still have a soft spot in my heart for Chuck Taylor’s. When I caught a glimpse of these silver, slightly iridescent beaming shoes – I knew they had found their home.

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Forever 21, Shoes: Converse, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Necklace: H&M, Rings: David Yurman, C.Wonder, Watch: Michael Kors

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Forever 21, Shoes: Converse, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Clutch: Christopher Kon, Necklace: H&M, Rings: David Yurman, C.Wonder, Watch: Michael Kors, Nails: Nails Inc Regent Street

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