Ever get the urge to quit your job, pack your things, sublease your apartment and go on an Eat, Pray, Love trip? I do. All of the time. Lately I have been craving to go on some kind of a trip, an adventure. One that is life changing. A trip where you get out of your comfort zone and experience the world.
Milly faux fur jacket (also found here) // Hudson jeans // Steve Madden booties // Lisi Lerch earrings
Karen Walker sunglasses // Tory Burch clutch (similar)
Growing up I was always in awe of both of my grandmother’s fur coats. Mink’s that elegantly graced the floor or stop shortly above the knees. They looked glamorous and chic, the type of women who could own a room. As a child I loved when they would wear their furs to parties or church, hoping one day I could be just as beautiful as they are. My one grandmother (who just turned 95) used to be a fur model back in the 40’s. She still wears the coats that were given to her by different designers, looking just a beautiful in them as she does in her photographs. My other grandmother sadly passed away many years ago; my mother, aunt, cousin, sister and I inherited her many coats.
blouse // lace pants // clutch (similar) // sunglasses // nude pumps
For Christmas and New Year’s wear something different than the traditional holiday dress. A metallic blouse can be a festive alternative that still holds the traditional glitz of the season. A revival of 70’s glam, metallic is a great way to shine bright during the holidays.
dress // nude pumps // sunglasses
Today I am flying home to Columbus for a week to celebrate Christmas with my family! There is no where else in the world I rather be to celebrate the holiday. It takes me back to being in a kid and just feeling over the moon excited for Santa and to spend time with my family. As many families do, we have a few special holiday traditions that we partake in each year. Some I will long for when I am much older, some have only developed in my teenage years, and some I will continue on with my children. And some traditions died hard– like the year my entire family made an album where we all sang our favorite Christmas songs. We named it Down Home Family Christmas. We gifted the CD to my grandmother who now plays it ever year during our Christmas dinner…….. whhhhyyyy! My mom and my aunts want to make another album……. I did not sign up to be a part of the Partiridge family. It was a hard no from everyone. Another tradition that died hard: the talking stick. My aunt decided to buy a toy microphone so whoever had the mic during dinner was allowed to talk (we are a family of talkers). Of course that meant my aunt didn’t share the mic, but we still talked over her. The stick mysteriously disappeared after that evening. My favorite traditions, however, are filled with fun, sentiment, and a good old family competition.