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As I’m sure you’ve been made well aware with any single trip to your local Walgreens or Netflix homepage, Halloween (or, as I like to call it, Dress Up Christmas) is upon us. There’s no debating that this is my absolute favorite time of year. I’m sure many of you would agree with me on that sentiment. You would say “Oh yes aren’t the leaves lovely these days” or “I just love cuddling up with some cider and a scary movie”, or God bless you “PUMPKIN SPICE IS BACK!”. Meanwhile I’m locked in my apartment painting my body with 38 shades of acrylic paint trying to figure out how to get my two foot headpiece to stay perfectly but not toooo perfectly balanced as I hum “Oh Happy Day”. What I’m getting at here is, and don’t think me too harsh, damn the leaves, damn those ridiculous Steven King wannabes, but most importantly, DAMN the pumpkin spice. Save it for another day friends. I remember a time when my father would be forced to spend weeks helping me create the perfect costume, and weeks more trying to get me to take it off. Have we forgotten the real meaning of Dress up Christmas?

The past couple of months, you can guarantee that if you’ve seen me gazing off into the distance, eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips quietly murmuring in audible ramblings, it’s because I’m masterminding the ultimate costume. Jaime will be coming up to spend this blessed holiday with me and I promise you that we will blow your minds, nay, your souls.

Get your butts in action ladies and gents! I don’t care if it’s last minute, I don’t care if you don’t have something epic in mind, if there’s one thing I hate more than Dress Up Christmas negligence, it’s excuses. Put on that knee length skirt and awkward sweater, stuff some Kleenex up your sleeve and transform into your Nana. Brush off those high waisted jeans, sensible heels, and polyester blouse and make your mother circa 1997 proud. Put on some boots, Gap jeans, a polo, part your hair to the side, put on some glasses, go around the town saving peoples lives and being all around kind and awesome and you’re all set with a Paul Frierson costume right there!! So don’t you look me in the eye and tell me you don’t “have a costume”, because if I go into your closet and see at least a single pair of cowgirl boots, old prom dress, or mom jean (I know what you’re hiding in there ladies) I will not hesitate to hack your Facebook and re-tag all those pictures your weird aunt posted of you from 5 Christmases ago. Do. Not. Test. Me.

All that being said, I hope you all have a blessed, sugar high, drunken Dress Up Christmas.

Boo bitches




Work attire can be a little tricky. After working a string of jobs that involved slinging anything from espresso beverages to beer and breakfast food, I had grown accustomed to rolling into work wearing jeans and whatever top was readily accessible. But when life delivered a forceful (yet necessary) push toward my first big girl job in years, I found myself at a loss for what to wear. Business casual was a territory unexplored.

IMG_3945 IMG_3970IMG_3947 IMG_3948 Growing up and getting a little serious with life can be frightening, and I found the idea of pants suits equally so. Trying to rework a wardrobe fitting for my new job was a bit of a challenge. Fortunately, I found there are plenty of ways to keep your look fun and youthful, yet still professional. Incorporating fun prints and unique pieces allows us to show some personality and still come off as capable and appropriate. IMG_3957 IMG_3982IMG_3961 IMG_3972IMG_3965 It’s also easy to mix more casual pieces with dressier ones to find that nice blend expected for office jobs. In one of my favorite work outfits, I paired a far-from fancy cactus-print button down with a high-waisted jersey pencil skirt. Layered with my favorite thrift store vest and some super-comfy heeled booties, I feel stylish, comfortable and ready to take on the workday! Who says work wear has to be boring?IMG_3976IMG_3967 IMG_3971IMG_3968 IMG_3969 Cactus button down from F21, thrifted vest and skirt, Target booties and favorite dollar store wayfarers! IMG_3974 IMG_3979 Till next time,


Morgan Griggs - LOVE



I got impatient waiting for the leaves to turn colors so I dyed my hair. I love to change my hair and I love to do it myself! I have a lot of people ask how I keep it so blonde (when it is blonde) and the truth is I bleach it with a box  of hair bleach from Walgreens. When I went dark it was just an impulse. I saw a girl with similar hair in an ad. Then I ran the idea by my two besties Katelynd and Heidi. Once I got the “oh hell yeah” of approval it was all systems go. That evening when I was grocery shopping a I looked at some boxes of brown to ombre my hair. Then I decided to just go for it! I picked up this deep red/brown oxblood color and I already had the purple Manic Panic at home.

I have had a few people as me to do some posts on the beauty products I use from the corner store but honestly I really can’t recommend that you do your own hair. Its not that I am special or specifically talented… its that I don’t care. It doesn’t worry my that it most likely WON’T turn out the way I think its going to. Or if I damage my hair toooooo much and have to chop it all off!

Being a kitchen beautician is some what like being a mad scientist. My hands are always crazy colors for a few days, my scalp has been blistered more than once, I have had orange skunk stripes, I have had all over orange (more than once), I even accidentally dyed my hair HOT PINK last winter.

One time I even bleached wet hair and lost CHUNKS of hair. Chunks ladies. It was bad.

The point being I love my hair and I love having fun with it but I will always recommend going to professional that you love and trust!

Cheers to taking chances! Cheers to hair growing back!




A few weeks ago Lindsey and I set out to take some photos and this was one of my outfits. It was kind of grab some stuff out of the bag and just do it. I love love love all of these pieces but I never seem to wear them!

I last wore this dress to Troy Bowman’s going away party last summer at Easy Bistro. The jacket I got at the GAP clearance center in Cincinnati in high school. The sleeves are waaay to long for me but I can’t get enough of the embroidery and patches. I always want to have this magically gypsy vibe but all too often it gets left behind for my love of fit & flare dresses and pencil skirts!

These shoes are some of my tallest and magically the most comfortable! They were gifted to my friend Lauren Williams two years ago around my birthday. They are from Nine West’s vintage line and happen to make the best dancing shoes. The statement necklace I got a  college graduation gift from my aunt and the hat I recently picked up at the St. Elmo Bazaar!

Sometimes an outfit come together just because I love all of the stories connected to the pieces. And sometimes you just have to dance it out ladies…

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Happy dressing y’all!





Hair piled high, gin and tonic and a smoke in hand; my Nanny was a force to be reckoned with. When I think of her what comes to mind are her snarky sense of humor, her laugh, her coral lipstick and her fabulous rhinestone cat eye glasses. image image-7

Hell on wheels in her 1975 Cadillac, rocking a fur, she WAS Auntie Mame. If you have never read the book or seen the 1958 movie, do yourself a favor and read or watch ASAP. Nanny was a proper lady with an edge; a Flapper in the 20’s, a photographer for the Army during WWII, had a dresser drawer full of white gloves, dressed to the nines to match her luggage when she flew and NEVER wore white after Labor Day. image-6 image-5

When I was a kid, my Grandparents had a pool which was the hub of neighborhood activity in the summers.  I was completely obsessed with the lady’s bathing ensembles. This was the early to mid-1970’s and many of the ladies were still sporting bathing attire from as far back as the 50’s. Beaded and rubber floral bathing caps, highwaisted 2 piece Bark Cloth bikinis, flowy chiffon robes, all kinds of head wraps and huge sunglasses, Dashikis and amazing beaded and bejeweled sandals(with heels of course). I loved nothing more than to play dress up with them while the ladies swam and drank. image-4 image-3

Sadly, I lost her when I was 11. She made a huge impact on me in that small amount of time and not a single day has gone by since that I haven’t thought about her or missed her. She was, what she often referred to others as,  a “character.” She taught me to pin curl, set and pick out her hair; I later attended beauty school and can turn out a wicked mean roller set. She fostered my imagination, it was one of her favorite words, and encouraged me to always be myself. image-2 image-1

My most cherished possessions are my photos of her going back to 1927, my black and white silent films of her from the late 40’s donning  a cotton crop top, high waisted shorts and milkmaid braids.  Fabulous. Flawless. Missed.

Until next time,


-Morgan and her husband own Fredonia – Provisions for Women at 1421 Market St, Chattanooga, TN. Morgan keeps her store stocked with tons of treasures and is great to ask about styling advice. Go visit Morgan and the best little boutique in town!

Judy Altizer - well stated, she was quite a dame!

Jessica Campbell - Beautiful