Friday, June 20, 2014

Singing in the Rain

I love golashes.  They are sunshine on a rainy day.  And yet, when it pours, I don't see a lot of women over the age of 10 wearing them.  Why is that?  They come in all patterns and colors.  They are perfect over leggings or skinny jeans.  I have 2 pairs in my closet and get big smiles wherever I wear them.  And of course, there is still a pair on my bucket list.  Which reminds me, now that I have a guy who will kiss me in golashes, perhaps these will be under this year's Christmas tree...

Still on my bucket list, Santa, but I think I'd rather have Black or Gunmetal. Hunter makes THE rain boots of all rain boots.

Every time I wear them I get compliments.  Don't you want compliments too?

See the mud from our rainy dog walks?

Are you among the many who don't have golashes or the few that do?  Post a reply and let me know your thoughts!

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Bucket List Boots

As you may or may not recall, I love red cowboy boots. And I am lucky enough to have a guy in my life that wants to make all my bucket list shoes a reality. But for some reason I was still shocked Christmas morning when I unwrapped a box and saw something I didn't even know existed - red Harley Davidson cowboy boots!!! I can wear them on a bike, on a horse or (as you can see here) to go with my Bestie on our annual trip to see the one and only Tim McGraw.  What better place to break them in than tailgating and dancing to Tim? Except maybe to a Broadway version of Footloose if that was to ever happen... "My Daddy hates these boots."

Friday, June 13, 2014

Get Styled... by ME!

As you know, I love fashion. I also love shopping for myself and for others. I have spent many an afternoon out with a girlfriend helping her revamp her look.  I get such a thrill when someone steps out of their comfort zone, tries something on they don't normally try, look great in it and take it home!  Fashion is all about taking risks and trying new things. And when you look good, you feel good.

And now I get to take my love for fashion and shopping to a whole new level with Keaton Row. I was referred to Keaton Row last year while working with another on-line personal styling site.  First, I was a customer.  And then I thought, hey, why can't I be a stylist?  I nervously went to the site and filled out my profile and 48 hours found out I was in.  And I love it!  There is no charge to the client for my services and I get to do what many people don't like - pare down all the options to find what is perfect for you.  And with free shipping both ways, you can order stuff, try it on in the comfort of your own home, and only keep what you love.  Easy peasy!

So whether you love to shop or not, why not fill out a style profile so I can send you some customized looks?  I promise it is painless and takes no time at all.  Then just sit back and dream about how incredible you will look in the fabulous outfits I choose for you. What could be better?

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Frenchie Footwear

As you know, I am French Bulldog obsessed.  My friends sometimes refer to me as the crazy dog lady, but I think that is unfair since it takes more than 2 dogs to be deemed crazy, doesn't it? Yes, I volunteer for the French Bulldog Rescue Network. But we should all give back.Yes, my house is covered with bulldog paraphernalia (statues, lamps, frames, photos, etc.) and pig paraphernalia because they make the same snorty sounds.Yes, I post more videos and photos of Stella and Sophie than I do myself and Todd, but who can resist their antics? And yes, when there is a fundraiser for a Frenchie that involves buying merchandise, I buy it (actually wearing a Frenchie sweatshirt and my mother is sporting her Frenchie nightgown as I type). But does that truly make me crazy? Or just inspired?

So imagine my delight when I discovered 2 of my favorite things in one!  Frenchie Toms. Talk about inspired! It is as if they were custom made for me! So when you see me wearing them, will you deem me crazy too?

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Catholic School Flashback

Last Day of School, June 1983 (4th Grade)
Between grade school, high school and college, I went through 16 years of Catholic School.  And 12 of those were in a uniform. I honestly didn't mind wearing a uniform because I didn't have to ever worry about what to wear.  The days when you could wear what you wanted?  Holy stress!

As I sat in church today, I was reminded of those days while the young uniformed girls went up to receive their ashes.  Green plaid skirt, white collared shirt, nondescript footwear.  Ah, the memories.

Looking back, I must attribute some of my love of fashion to those days. After wearing what I was told for so long, of course I developed the desire to be original, to have a style all my own, to help others develop their own style.  And to get as far away from sensible rubber soled shoes as possible!

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Going Steady

I love Todd.  Took me a long time to find him but I did and everyday I thank God for him.  He's simply the greatest man I've ever known and is amazing to me, my family and friends, and not to mention Stella and Sophie.  And now we are going to live together under the same roof without a satellite location!!! I am so excited as all I've ever wanted was for him and all his stuff to be here.  I love him so much I keep making room in our closet for his clothes.  Yep, even moved half my shoes to another closet.  Now that's saying something!

So when he got down on one knee and popped the question, I had to say yes!

Todd: Sweetheart, would you go steady with me?  (holds his high school ring out)

Me: Yes!

The only decision to make now is do I put it on a chain, wrap it in yarn or find some wax to make it fit.  It may be high school to you but it is true love to us!

Wednesday, December 18, 2013


Turning 40 is a big deal.  Everybody knows it.  As my big day drew near, people kept asking me what my plans were.  I knew Todd and I were taking the day off and going to dinner but hadn't gotten any further than that.  And my "drinking crew" girlfriends said we would celebrate at our annual cookie swap.  My bestie and I were planning to do lunch at some point and I'd see my family around Christmas. Plus, we had a girls' night out planned to see the Chippenelves.

Chippenelves you ask?  What's a chippenelf? A Chippenelf is a good looking man on whom you and your girlfriends can bid to be your personal butler at Ladies Night Out.  Money raised goes to support CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocates for Children) and 4 of us went last year.  There is food, drink, silent and live auctions.  I got a little carried away last year and ended up buying the world's most expensive and hideous wreath.  I was very excited to re-wrap it this year and take it back to the event so some other generous (read competitive at auctions) lady could take it home.

So last Thursday night I was dressed and ready to go!  Amy had the tickets, Mindi was riding with me and our other friends were meeting at the event. Unfortunately, Stacey had a sick child so couldn't go.  When I picked up Mindi she asked if we could drop something off to her husband not far from the venue. Of course! So we rolled up to a restaurant and hopped out to say hi to Jim and be on our way.

"SURPRISE!!!" What?  Holy cow!  I was stunned.  Not only was Mindi's husband Jim in the room but so were my drinking crew friends plus husbands (no, Stacey's daughter wasn't really sick and yes Amy had cashed my CASA ticket to keep me off the surprise scent), my bestie and her husband, my parents, my friends from NC, a former colleague... you get the picture!  And later, other gal pals walked in including those from Chicago and Florida.  Even my CEO braved 2+ hours in the car with two of my girlfriends to be there.  Open bar, great food, an amazing cake made by my friend Heather, a special hat and sash and presents!

I really had no clue this party was happening.  My friends are devious liars! (in a good way) And Todd surprised me beyond anything I could imagine.  I never would picture him planning a party for me.  But he did.  And it was perfect.  And I am the luckiest 40 year old in the world.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Oh, and if you are wondering, the hideous wreath is going to be stored until we next year - we are SO going to see those Chippenelves next Christmas :)