Monthly Archives: September 2015

OOTD :: of mad layering skillz




Hullo, Wordless Wednesday!

Thank you for letting me play with tank tops that can masquerade as layering pieces. This F21 find was gorgeous and luxe, but the cropped construction demands a more modest styling.

:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Old Navy
Tank as vest – F21
Skirt – Boohoo
Stilettos – Type Z

:: Linking ::
WIWW @ The Pleated Poppy

:: Scream it from the top of your lungs ::
Long Way Down by Robert DeLong


OOTD :: of impromptu drills and British overload





As I write this post, I have yet to see the second part of the Doctor Who season opener. I had planned on doing a full retrospective on my thoughts and reactions to the episode, but the best laid plans of mice and men, eh?

Instead, then, let’s talk clothes. I feel we haven’t done that in a while. I especially want to point out key elements of today’s OOTD even if it’s so unabashedly British, it probably needs no explanation.

First, I need to admit that this was a last-minute addition to the week’s pre-made outfits. I had a lovely homage to Rose planned for today, but I remembered that we’d be doing a shelter in place drill and I’d be on the floor for a good part of one block. So trousers it had to be.

And then I remembered that this Friday is Plaidurday, and I could definitely do a pre-celebration with this perfect pair of plaid trousers that really needed more exposure anyway. As soon as I’d committed to the trousers, the remembering reared its head again because this post.

So, Plaidurday = plaid trousers = British fashion = TARDIS Tuesday.

At that point, I just decided to go whole hog with Chelsea boots, a punk-ish longline vest and my Union Jack pendant. Does it look almost costume-y? Sure. Do I care? Not so much. It’ll still be up in the 90s, but at least I can continue pretending that it’s truly fall in my British swag.

And you, my friend? Got anything British, blue or Doctor Who? Do click on the blue froggy and tell…



:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Chaps
Vest – Mossimo
Trousers – JOE Fresh
Boots – ASOS

:: Scream it from the top of your lungs ::
Good For You by Selena Gomez


OOTD :: of guilt and awakening




One of the blogs I regularly follow is Sally over at Already Pretty. Sadly, when she abandoned her penchant for fit and flare dresses, I found myself drawn less and less to her fashion style. But I keep coming back to her blog because her fashion philosophy is always thought-provoking and profound.

Two weeks ago, Sally posted this.

And a little part of me shriveled up in shame inside.

Why did I start this blog in the first place? Why is my blog named the way it is? Wasn’t I supposed to shop my closet for all my OOTDs? And yet, in the three years now that I’ve been doing this, my closet contents have almost doubled in size and I have yet to stick to a consistent shopping “diet”. My budget is all but nonexistent, and I still get suckered by all those fast fashion ads that pop up with increasing regularity in my inbox.

So, yeah. Excuse me while I roll up into a fetal ball and give myself a mental flagellating.

And now that I’ve got that out of the way, let’s regroup. Sally concluded her musings with the following epiphany.

So here’s what I decided: I would never again purchase any fashion item that was not either:

  • Made in the U.S.A.
  • Secondhand/used
  • Handmade
  • Created using sustainable materials
  • Created using fair trade/transparent labor practices

I can certainly start looking at labels for “Made in the U.S.A.”, although this tends to be a little challenging when I do most of my shopping online. I can’t sew worth a tinker’s dam. I need to do more research on sustainable materials – so no poly blends? – and I’m still hazy on what exactly is fair trade.

But I can definitely stand behind buying secondhand. I’ve been doing that most recently via Poshmark, and you all know what an inveterate eBay shopper I am anyway. I did fall off the wagon this month when Kohl’s/Old Navy/Target bombarded my inbox with all their sales – I can’t seem to pass up a BOGO to save my life – but a majority of my recent purchases have been used.

So maybe I can put away the flail for now and just promise to be more aware. I guess you can’t have an awakening without first experiencing guilt. (Thus my linking to Anne from last week.) And I guess I’m calling impasse between me and my shopping habits for now until I can get my mind sorted. (Thus my linking to Anne this week).

Happy Monday, y’all!

:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – NY&Co.
Jacket – Patrick Robinson for Target
Skirt – gift from the fabulous Patti
Pumps – Missoni for Target

 :: Linking ::
52 Pick-me-up @ SpyGirl
Visible Monday @ Not Dead Yet Style

:: Scream it from the top of your lungs ::
War Paint by Fletcher

Product Review :: Diamond Professional Styling Iron

When Blair James from Irresistible Me emailed about a possible marketing collaboration with :: MCC :: I must admit, I was a bit hesitant. After all, I’d promised myself to go easy on this blogging thing and school had started and I needed to focus on my day job. Also, Blair was talking hair extensions and I need hair extensions like I need a hole in my head.

But then I saw that the company also offered hair tools. As it happened, I was in the market for a new flat iron, mine being quite old and smelling of burnt hair product every time I used it. I was actually more intrigued by the Sapphire Curler with its 8 in 1 allure, but we all know how hair inept I am; I imagined burnt fingertips or ears or neck, shuddered, and surrendered to the common sense side of me that said to stick with what’s safe. So I politely asked Blair to send the Diamond Flat Iron and went on about my business with very little in the way of expectations.

Ten days later, my package arrived, wrapped in bubble wrap on steroids. The unboxing revealed a sturdy, stunning box that looked like this:


I wish I could say I took note of the graphics on the box or even read the instructions. But, c’mon! It’s a flat iron. I got this. Luckily, I’d had my hair in a bun last night, so it was particularly wavy, slightly frizzy, and thus in the perfect condition to test drive my new toy.

I immediately snatched it out of the box, plugged it in and waited all of TEN SECONDS before the iron heated up to a lovely 300 degrees and was ready for action. Point, flat iron.

Aly demanded I allow her to straighten my hair, and since I wanted to test ease of use anyway, I left my hair in her neophyte hands. (Yes, my friends, that’s courage!) I needn’t have worried, though. She had me all “did” in literally less than five minutes, her speed and efficacy aided, I’m sure, by the iron’s SWIVEL CORD. Point, flat iron.

But now, I needed to judge for myself how this baby handled. I finished off the layers near my face and marveled at the LIGHTWEIGHT yet SOLID CONSTRUCTION. I was also impressed by how lustrous and soft my hair looked after, even without having used any thermal conditioning spray; it didn’t feel or look crisped up like it had been looking with my other iron. Two points, flat iron.


Yes, I am completely bare-faced in these pics. I was so jazzed to try the darned thing that I actually took pics for you all sans makeup. Scary, n’est-ce pas?

I tried to get a closer pic of the iron’s controls for you because how genius is it to put the power button and the temperature controls on the INSIDE of the wand so I can grip the outside as tightly and securely as I want without fear of accidentally shutting it off?

But the best I could do was get detail shots of the DIGITAL DISPLAY (perfect for my aging eyes) and the BLACK HEAT PLATES (sure to hide a multitude of product build-up). Three points, flat iron.


Heh. I just realized the iron matches my outfit. Red ftw!

So if it isn’t obvious yet, I conclude this review with my full, unadulterated endorsement of this product. After its test run, I can sincerely say that I would pay top dollar for this Irresistible Me Diamond Flat Iron. If it lasts even half as long as my old one (and we’re talking almost a decade), then it would have been worth its retail price.

My full disclosure clause compels me to tell you that I did receive this flat iron gratis, but all opinions are solely my own, and the all caps emphases are stylistic decisions that were in no way imposed by Irresistible Me. Please visit their site for more fabulous products.