:: Going Rogue ::

“Life is a party. Dress like it.” – Lilly Pulitzer

So often, I wander into my closet, looking at my most prized pieces, and putting them back because it’s “too much” for whatever occasion is in store. Then I got inspired by Blair Eadie and decided to throw together all the things I had been wanting to wear and were instead beautifully decorating the interior of my closet. It was time to go rogue… and not in the Sarah Palin way.

Skirt: Shoptiques, Top: J.Crew, Jacket: H&M, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Belt: Vintage, Boots: Tory Burch, Necklace: Max and Chloe, Bracelets: , Nails: Nails INC -

Skirt: Shoptiques, Top: J.Crew, Jacket: H&M, Sunglasses: John Randolph, Belt: Vintage, Boots: Tory Burch, Clutch: Christopher Kon, Necklace: Max and Chloe, Bracelets: Seasonal Whispers, Anthropologie, Rings: C.Wonder, David Yurman, Nails: Nails INC – Regent Street

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:: 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!