Rexy the Coach Dino


When I was approached by Coach to help promote their new line of dinosaur goodies…I screamed. Mostly in disbelief at first, but slowly I started to realize that they really wanted me. I’m still screaming, but it’s more of an excited shriek now. (You should send sympathy candy and earplugs to my boyfriend.)

If you can’t tell from my name, I adore dinosaurs. I wanted to be a paleontologist, and I still kinda do, but it’s not practical for me. So, I live the dream through Jurassic Park, science journals, and paleontology tomes…and now through Coach’s most recent collection. Rexy is the star, but it features a rather debonair stegosaurus, and a very regal wooly mammoth. I was given a choice, and I went with the star of the show, REXY.

Inspired: Puffer Jacket

Streetstyle Puffer Coat Jacket
via The Cool Hour

I’m starting something new for the blog, because my poor body is still recovering from my most recent Crohn’s attack. And we moved. And maybe I’ve been starting the search for a proper job. Maybe all of that is happening, so I just can’t play dress-up all day, every day. I can open your peepers to awesome images that I find inspiring.

There are so many great trends and styles out there that I can’t show you; too skinny, too broke, too blonde, too awkward, etc. This is where my brilliant idea comes into play! Twice a month I will put together a “best of the best” from my Pinterest and/or Tumblr; something easy for me, and informative for you. It also gives me the flexibility to showcase other trends that might not work on my complexion or body type.

So for my first jaunt into this new addition, I give you…The Puffer Jacket.

Desert Tripping

Keith Richards in Joshua Tree, 1969.

In a week my bony ass will be situated in a tent at Desert Trip; communing with the stars, grooving to the music, and making friends with a bajillion baby-boomers. I read somewhere that the average age of the performers at Desert Trip is 70. My time to shine is now.

Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, Paul McCartney, The Who, Roger Waters, and Neil Young…I grew up on all of them. I’ve seen all of them except The Who, but this is really a once-in-a-lifetime experience. With all of the celebrity deaths this year, I was terrified that one of them was going to drop dead before it all happened. Looks like everyone stayed alive (myself included), and I couldn’t be more excited.

Diving headfirst into a weekend of music I love is treat enough, but heading to my family’s neck of the woods is even better. I’m the only east coast weirdo, and that was a complete accident that sadly stuck. Everyone else called Colorado to California home, and I’ve just lived vicariously through stories. As it is, I’ve never felt right in Atlanta. There’s a slowness and clarity to everything out there that sings to me (Hollywood social climbing aside). Not like the syrupy slowness of the deep south, it unnerves me and puts a pit in my stomach. It’s weird to explain, but when you know you don’t belong…you know it.

Blending By Betty


I am a rabidly huge supporter of small businesses. Ironic coming from Starbucks’ number one fan, eh? Regardless of my vividly pink drink preferences, I adore artists from Etsy, Society 6, and beyond. So, when Blending By Betty reached out to me, I was over the moon ecstatic. Here’s an amazingly talented lady with an aesthetic that perfectly aligns with my own. And she’s willing to take a chance on teaming up with a new blog? Done and done.