Organic

A black and white outfit, accessorized with pops of bright color, is classic, but can come across a bit contrived and artificial. To bring some naturalism to that sterile palette, I like to add an organic, earthy touch. Wood, feathers, or an animal print break up the black and white and dull the harshness of brights.


Dress, Allison Taylor (thrifted). Sweater, New York & Company. Obi belt, Sugadaminka. Shoes, Steven by Steve Madden. Bag, Charming Charlie. Earrings, Pangaea.



Photos by Beefy Muchacho

Passing

My approach to aging: you get older or you get dead. I’m glad to be older because that means I’m not dead, yet.

I’m also happy to see that, as the years pass, I care less and less what other people think of me. I’m already practicing at being an old woman in purple.


Sweater, New York & Co (thrifted). Dress, I Heart Ronson. Shoes, Isaac Mizrahi for Target. Belt, thrifted. Bangles, Epcot Morocco and Charming Charlie (swap). Umbrella, Totes.



Photos by Beefy Muchacho

Pass the Mustard

Well, you know it’s fall (and that my hair is back to red*) when I’m wearing mustard yellow.


Shirt, Worthington (thrifted). Skirt, Leslie Faye (thrifted). Belt, thrifted. Shoes, Libby Edelman. Bag, Franco Sarto. Earrings, Pangaea. Sunglasses, Girl Props. Bangles, Epcot Morocco and Garden of the Gods gift shop.

I’m not a huge fan of prepared mustard, at least not until I tried Löwensenf Extra Hot mustard. I can eat it straight out of the tube. I prepare hotdogs just to serve as a vehicle for the stuff. It delivers the best nose burn ever.

I also like mustard seed. I fry them in oil (with fennel seed) before adding cauliflower to make one of my favorite Indian side dishes. You have to watch out, though. Mustard seeds pop just like popcorn in hot oil. I have the tiny burns to prove it.

But back to the color mustard. I find it incredibly versatile. Here, it sobers up this garish skirt.



Photos by Beefy Muchacho

Please excuse the picture overload. I blame my lack of discretion on mustard-related injuries.

*Mustard just didn’t look good with my pale blond hair.

Speak

I'm not a big talker. I allow my outfits to announce my entrance, both metaphorically and literally. This outfit is one of my noisier creations. The dress rustles and the bracelets and heels clackety-clack.





Dress, Merona. Belt, Ozzy and Deena. Shoes, thrifted (no label). Bag, vintage. Cuff, Target. Watch, Raymond Weil. Bamboo bracelets, Garden of the Gods gift shop.









Photos by Beefy Muchacho

Klassic

If you’re a new reader, popping over from the BlogLocal's Cincinnati in 10 Local Blogs feature, you only need to know three things about the way I dress:



1. Color

2. Patterns

3. Remix





Dress, I Heart Ronson. Tunic (worn as a shirt), Wet Seal. Bag, H&M. Shoes, Giannai Bini. Belt, thrifted. Bracelets, Birch Hill. Ring, vintage. Sunglasses, Girl Props



See? Bright colors and multiple patterns. Klassic Kasmira.







Photos by Beefy Muchacho



Oh, and the “remix?” Well, I define that as wearing a garment in every conceivable outfit combination. I’m still going strong with this dress.