:: Boyfriend (Jeans) of the Year ::

Today we have a special guest blogger… my photographer/manfriend/future attorney/person who makes me laugh when he’s not disagreeing with me. He’s kind of funny and pretty handsome, so take a peek at what was ghost written for Britan!

When Britan first told me about this whole fashion-photo-website idea, I honestly thought it was a bit silly.  Pictures. Of Clothes. On the Internet. I’m not the most informed person about social media–I have no idea what or who Pinterest is, I don’t look at other people’s selfies posted on Instagram, and I deleted my Facebook account prior to law school because I found myself creeping on people rather than “social networking.” Fashion blogging, however, was created for B.

Unfortunately, photography was not created for me. Before this whole enterprise, I had more pictures on my phone of my Bengal cat than anything else (yes, that’s a real thing), and I had not used an actual camera in about ten years. Who has two thumbs and a mother that scrapbooked every year from preschool to college? This guy. I’m not a camera guy when it comes to either side of the lens. In fact, you want the best line ever to get out of a photograph?  “Oh no, I’m sorry, my parole officer can’t know I’m here.” Works. Every. Time.

As it turns out, though, I’m actually rather good at taking B’s picture. Seriously. After all, you’re still reading this blog, aren’t you? And I’ve been on the other end of that camera since the beginning–usually sitting on my ass on a Sunday morning before fantasy football begins. That is some true love and dedication–I mean, I really really really enjoy fantasy football. And, for those of you keeping score at home, my phone now  has a total of 426 photos–311 of them are fashion photos of B. Accordingly, I came up with the title: “Boyfriend (Jeans) of the Year.” Clever enough that she changed the original title I was allowed to work from.

All that to say–this “holiday season” (defined as the 86 days that include Christmas, B’s birthday, Valentine’s day, and our four-year anniversary), don’t forget about the photographer behind the magic. Otherwise, I’m putting a stop to all of this inter-web photo-gram book-face stuff.

Top: Loft, Jeans: Gap, Heels: Aldo, Necklace: GroopDealz, Bag: J.Crew (old, similar here), Rings: C.Wonder, David Yurman, Bracelet: Necklace used as bracelet (similar here)

Top: Loft, Jeans: Gap (they do stretch out A LOT, so beware! Super comfortable, but huge in the waist!), Heels: Aldo (old, simply adore these, but can actually afford these), Necklace: GroopDealz, Bag: J.Crew (old, similar here), Rings: C.Wonder, David Yurman, Bracelet: Necklace used as bracelet (similar here)

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:: Marshmallow World ::

Ya’ll. I woke up this morning and literally flew out of bed, yelling SNOW!!!!!!!” at Tallulah. Couldn’t even make out a full sentence. I ran around my teeny tiny apartment, unsure of what to do first. Hot chocolate? Christmas movie? Brush my teeth?  Going out in it was never part of the options. My apartment building is pretty tall, so we watched the GINORMOUS snow flakes fluttering about the sky, as my Christmas lights twinkled atop the window. It only got better as the snow fell behind our holiday-ready Christmas Flamingos. Truly, a beautiful sight. 

And then, there was brunch! I bought this sweater sweatshirt (it’s really in between both, so call it what you like) at a J.Crew sale during OU Texas weekend, on a day SO warm that I wouldn’t even allow myself to look in a mirror. As I tried to remove my crimson leather shorts (it was supposed to be chilly), the humidity and heat combined to give me a Ross Gellar leather pants moment. I poured sweat that afternoon like a small town football player during two a days. Slightly different from today’s weather…

As I was searching for a comfortable, cozy brunch outfit, to saddle up by the Flint fire with Sunday afternoon football in front of me – this little gem called my name. What’s even more lovable, is that the crumb-catcher colonial-style collar is actually attached! A miracle maker for a girl who loves the layered look, but is too petite to actually layer THAT much.

Top: J.Crew, Pants: J.Crew, Boots: Tory Burch, Bag: Kate Spade, Sunglasses: Johnathan Randolph, Gloves: H&M

Top: J.Crew, Pants: J.Crew, Boots: Tory Burch (similar here) , Bag: Kate Spade (similar here), Gloves: H&M

Bling on the cold.

Bling on the cold.

It's a marshmallow world in the winter...

It’s a marshmallow world in the winter…

These boots have a great story behind them… ask Mr. Robertson.

These boots have a great story behind them.

Just a lazy Sunday at the Colcord

Just a lazy Sunday at the Colcord

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:: Earn Your Stripes ::

I was born to brunch. It’s by far my favorite meal, for several reasons. During the two years I lived in Tulsa, brunch became T and I’s thing. Since he was in law school, it was more difficult for him to head north, so I added thousands of miles to my car to make it work – typically trekking to the city on Sundays. (I know you’re reading this in the middle of class, so you can’t object to the miles I accumulated during this relationship!) We bounced from brunch to brunch, and I can rattle off the specials or mimosa price on nearly every menu in town. Now that we live less than 150 miles away from each other, we hit up Flint on Sundays. During Fantasy Football season (yes, I know – technically NFL season, but clearly we have to watch multiple different players and not just one specific team), we had to find a place that would give us great food, good prices, a convenient location, a television, and be able to get us out of there by a 12:05 kickoff.

Thus, we found our brunch home at Flint. My personal favorite spot is at the bar, sitting in front of the fire. But that’s because fireplaces hold a special place in my heart. As a child, I used our fireplace as my stage – dancing, singing, and occasionally pretending I was a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader. In college, Josh and I would settle up with our laptops and student organization work by the not one, but TWO fireplaces in Pi Phi, which Mom Mindy often joined us to enjoy. If you ever make it to this little gem in the Colcord, do yourself a favor and order the berry compote topped brioche French Toast, Farmers’ Biscuits and Gravy, and if it’s there – the pancake special. You’ll be so content with fullness that you’ll need a mid-day nap. Aren’t those the best?!

I know we’re going to eat a little more than usual on our Sunday fun days, so here is what I throw on to leave a little room for my favorite weekly tradition!

Dress: Gap, Scarf: Coach, Bag: Kate Spade, Watch: Michael Kors, Bracelets: Coach, Juicy Couture, Shoes: Converse, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Ring: David Yurman

Dress: Gap, Scarf: Coach, Bag: Kate Spade, Watch: Michael Kors, Bracelets: Coach, Juicy Couture, Shoes: Converse (You have to see these beauties in person – they sparkle, but not with glitter or rhinestones…just lovely!), Sunglasses: John Randolph, Ring: David Yurman

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Hellooooooo brunch!

Hellooooooo brunch!

:: Jailbird ::

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Shoptiques, Shoes: steve Madden, Jewelry: Max and Chloe, Kate Spade, Sunglasses: Fendi

Top: J.Crew, Skirt: Shoptiques, Shoes: Steve Madden, Jewelry: Max and Chloe, Kate Spade, Sunglasses: Fendi

And like that, a paper doll jail-bird was born. Well, born about twenty-four years ago. I’ve always loved fashion – the fabric, embellishments, and most importantly – how wearing something you love can put you in a totally different mood. It’s like ice cream, but less fattening.

I suppose I really have my sister to thank for my passion – the first time I ever selected my own outfit was the day she was born. It was in that moment that I opted to tell a teensy weensy white lie to the neighbor that I was allowed to dress myself. You think I threw on something wild like my ballet leotard with silver, glittered cowboy boots and a pony tail? No. Although, I would have beaten Lady Gaga to the punch if I had. I donned an outfit which said “big sister” but “totally teenage Barbie.” Clearly, this meant a white jean skirt with a purple top and matching, embellished white jean vest. An obvious choice for a five-year-old.

As I grew older, I was taught the value of a dollar – and how far that dollar would go if you were a savvy shopper who could “dig.” This served me well as I spent two years teaching preschool with Teach For America. I was constantly on the look out for inexpensive, dispensable wardrobe items, to be stained by homemade play-doh, markers that aren’t as washable as they claim, and bodily fluids which were not my own. This is part of closing the achievement gap, and if I had more energy and a place to call home, I would have followed those little buggers until they graduated high school.

This blog has been my dream ever since I began stalking following Blair Eadie and telling everyone I know that she could totally be my sister. But for real – don’t you see the resemblance? We’re just off by a few inches, a few pounds, and a few 0’s at the end of our paychecks. I hope you enjoy some aspect of this – whether it’s my rambling ways or the photos which cost me brunch, and an afternoon of cheering on fantasy football players. Welcome!