If you don’t know the song from which this blog title originated, go. Go now. Buy the musical. Watch it. Love it. Sing it forever. You’re welcome.

One of my favorite parts of this holiday season are the parties. I adore dressing up and getting together with friends for a snazzy little Christmas party.

If you try to tell me that you’re having a Christmas party but it’s a “casual” party, I will probably punch you in the face. What is the point of a casual christmas party? Unless it’s an ugly sweater party or a Christmas pajama party, why on earth would I waste such a great opportunity to get all dolled up and bust out some unnecessary glitter?

sparkle sleeve dress c/o EShakti// sash stolen from this dress//Target polka dot tights// Charlotte Russe wedges

Oh and this dress is probably one of my favorite holiday dresses. I was able to custom fit it especially for me. If you haven’t checked out eshakti you really should, they’ve got some great dresses available right now and an equally great sale going on!

linking up with Rolled Up Pretty and The Pleated Poppy!

Did you notice the mistletoe above? The lake by my house has mistletoe all around it, if only you are brave enough to scale a tree and get it. I am perfectly capable of admitting to my lack of bravery, especially when it’s about 30 degrees outside and the wind is seriously proving it’s “sweeping down the plains” abilities.

So this happened instead. Brothers are the best.

I’ve got a FABULOUS giveaway that I’m just dying to keep for myself but I shall give to one very special follower because I just love you guys that much.

Shabby Loves Chic is giving away this darling deer head canvas and a set of glitter pins! What?! You heard me!

I know, I KNOW. Good luck!

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Target hat and sunnies//Seams to Be snood// Forever 21 jacket// Old Navy tee// Pacsun coated jeans// Target socks// Charlotte Russe heels makeup// Revlon super lustrous in Violet Frenzy// hair: simple side braid.

I saw this hat at Target and I just couldn’t resist. Huge, obnoxiously colored hat on sale? Yes please! I paired it with my Seams to Be snood because apparently teal isn’t obnoxious enough on it’s own, I had to bring in the oh so popular ox blood to make a pretty sweet contrast if you ask me. Some call it oxblood, we here in the Sooner state call it Crimson.Whatever floats your boat.

It’s Turkey week folks! I’m super excited, not only for the huge mound of mashed potatoes I shall be consuming very soon, but for the extra long weekend I’m getting. So thanks Pilgrims, for making a holiday where it’s totally acceptable to over indulge in food and nap the day away.

Also, the winner of the 7th & West Giveaway is Melissa! YAY! Check back tomorrow for ANOTHER giveaway! WHAT?! Ya you heard me. It’s crazy town over here.

stylemint vest//forever 21 top// Pacsun pants//Target boots// Hair: scrunch slept on/side pony// makeup: grey and black shadow

These early evening are becoming quite detrimental to the future of this here blog folks. I’ve been staying till around 6 at work and by the time I get out it’s literally pitch-black outside.

How am I supposed to take fabulous (stretching that one a bit) pictures if there is no sun? Apparently after buying a fairly expensive camera I must now buy an equally expensive flash to make sure I don’t look like a one dimensional ghost in outfit pictures for the next 3ish months. le sigh! Unfortunately the budget does not allow for such large purchases
so I’m going to need some advice friends.

Anyone have some good tips on taking pictures inside, after the sun has gone down? I’d really appreciate it!

In other news, it’s Friday! YAY! And Thanksgiving is next week! YAY! Lot’s of sleeping and eating shall be accomplished around here. Pure madness I tell ya. Pure madness.

DON’T FORGET// enter the 7th & West Giveaway! Winner will be announced next week!

Happy weekend!

I’m not much of a thrifter.

Let me explain: I don’t thrift because I CAN’T thrift.

Some people can walk into a thrift store and find AMAZING things. They see the beauty in the hideous. The potential in the potential-less.

I walk into a thrift store and feel like I need to take a shower in straight bleach.

I’m just not good at digging through a bunch of crap for hours only to finding nothing of value. I end up coming home with TONS of crap that will stay crap because it really is just that. CRAP. Can I say crap one more time? CRAP.

Give me a good garage sale, a great estate sale, a nice flea market, and WHAM BAM, thank you ma’am, we’ll be right on track. But put the word THRIFT into the store name (or a derivative of the word thrift, like consignment or gently used or whatever) and I lose my powers.

It’s sad, really.

So when I stopped by the thrift store the other day to look for some fabrics for a project, I didn’t have high hopes. I found a hideous fur coat, one tiny slab of lace, and then WHAMMY. I find this skirt.

 It was about 8 miles longer than this, and smelled of fermented cat pee, but that didn’t matter because I could SEE THE POTENTIAL. The scales had been lifted my friends.

I don’t think I’ll be testing my new skills out any time soon though. I probably went through 6 years of wretched shopping just to accumulate this one steal, so my odds aren’t that great.Sample Sale anyone?

and yes, I did just chop off the bottom of the skirt and leave it hemless. I might have found my thrifting mojo, but it didn’t come with any sewing skills.

urban outfitters sunnies//forever 21 jacket// Express tee (old)// thrifted skirt// Lulu’s heels

hair: scrunched with Garnier mouse and left to sleep on.

Makeup: Revlon Ravish Me Red

H&M stripey top// Stylemint plaid vest// Primark necklace// Forever 21 leather skirt// Shoedazzle ankle booties// hand me down belt// Francesca’s watch

Hey guys, just a tip: when your hair looks like that ^ it’s time to dye it again!

HAPPY FRIDAY! WOOHOO!! I don’t know about you guys, but I am SUPER ready for this weekend. I have zero plans and zero intentions of making plans, other than I’m going to spend as much time as possible with my sweet Mr. Darcy.

See, although Mr. Darcy loves me best he does have another relationship,and it’s one that frequently gets in the way of OUR relationship. It’s a rather tumultuous, love/hate relationship, but it’s a relationship all the same. It has all of the right ingredients: commitment, mutual respect, trust, matching outfits…

Before you all start freaking out and thinking my fiance is openly cheating on me, let me explain that this relationship involves a goal, sport paraphernalia, and a bunch of sweaty boys.

Yes, Mr. Darcy is a football player. Soccer player for us American folks, but that is a term used ONLY if you are forced, so football it is. And in between the months of August and December I literally share my fiance with this sport. It is his other girlfriend. His hideous, smelly, sometimes painful, always obnoxious other girlfriend. She takes him away at the most inopportune moments, beats him up so he doesn’t want to do anything but ice his legs, and exhausts him to the point that my weekend evolves into playing Nurse to the biggest baby you will ever meet.

Boys are really the strangest creatures. Mr. Darcy could play a game in which he flies through the air and lands on his back, slides into a tackle and tears his entire leg up, and gets into a fight with the other team and yet he will still say, ” put me in Coach, I’m ready to play!”. But as soon as that game is officially over, as soon as that whistle is blown, he suddenly realizes he’s human. His legs hurt, his back hurts, his face hurts, and all he wants is to go home, snuggle on the couch while I make him a cup of tea, and not move for at least 24 hours.

Yes, I will openly admit, I am jealous of a sport. Football (soccer) steals all of his attention, all of his energy, all of his time, and I get whatever is left over.

BUT NOT THIS WEEKEND. Unfortunately, Mr. Darcy has an A-typical sprain in his ankle so he didn’t go on the trip to play this weekend. YAY- uh I mean- awwwww.

You better believe I’m going to be the biggest attention seeking brat you’ve ever seen this weekend. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for Mr. D. I think we shall first start with a Rom Com movie marathon, then possibly move on to a shopping trip, followed by a frozen yogurt date…

MUAHAHAHAH!

Happy weekend folks!

Halloween #1: Anchorman (men?) and KatnissKatniss, Mary Poppins, and a VampireHalloween #2: Last minute skeletons

Don’t get me wrong: I do like Halloween.

I like the costumes and the candy and the parties and the candy and the fun decorations and the candy…

But it doesn’t scream FALL to me.

When I think of Fall, I think of crisp days and cozy nights, pumpkin pie and afternoon naps. I think of FAMILY and all the crazy, obnoxious, endearing ways that they have burrowed into my heart, not just because I’m stuck with them forever but because I truly LIKE my family.

I think of great big pots of steaming soup, and walking around downtown with my hands permanently clasped around a cup of hot chocolate or apple cider.

November is for upholding traditions, and making new ones. It’s for putting up the Christmas decorations early because my sister wants them for her birthday at the end of the month. It’s for celebrating the day that I finally got my head on straight and said yes when Mr. Darcy asked me to be his girlfriend for the upteenth time. It’s for eating WAY too much mashed potatoes, but it’s ok because Mom made a huge pot of them and they’ll go to waste if you don’t eat your weight in potatoes.

So Halloween is fun. Halloween is fine. But give me my TRUE Fall- November.