Before late 2009 I had very little awareness of blogging, let alone “personal style” blogging. My initial introduction occurred randomly. I was doing some research on a now iconic site; it was there that I stumbled upon some pretty fantastic style blogs. I was hooked. Obsessed really. Fashion + Photography + Writing = Awesomeness

Let it be known that I do not consider myself to be a fashion expert. Well, that’s not entirely true. I did a post-graduate program in Product Development at FIDM’s Los Angeles campus, and I spent a few years trying to find a niche (AKA working) in a crazy, crazy industry. The bottom line is, I love clothes, and I love putting outfits together.

I haven’t consistently read any fashion rags since Sassy was circulating. “High” fashion glossies have intimidated yours truly since ninth grade. Sure, the pictures are pretty, but I will never reach Amazonian heights, nor will I ever be able to afford an editorial’s worth of designer duds. Worst magazine phrase ever: price upon request. If you have to ask…

Vintage boutiques, consignment shops, thrift stores, and e-commerce aside, I don’t really enjoy shopping. I love a fabulous wearable find as much as the next girl, but I can’t stand the process. I loathe going with others, and I refuse to visit too many destinations in one day (malls are out of the question). Plus, I’m usually on a mission, and I don’t window shop… much.

Perhaps this is why I find style blogs to be so appealing, and so inspirational. Real people dressing up in real clothes. Yes, I know that Tom Ford, Uncle Karl, and Marc are making real clothes, but you get my point. Bloggers aren’t my only muses (for lack of a better word) however. I’m a pop culture junkie (film, music, art, literature, and the like), and I am always looking for a reason to play “dress up.” Aren’t we all who we pretend to be anyway…

My personal style is constantly evolving. I dress according to my mood, the occasional occasion, and for my body type. Realizing your sartorial limitations is key when it comes to dressing well (at least I think so). To clarify, I’m busty. As much as I would love to wear a bandeau bikini top, or wear my shirt unbuttoned to my navel (sans bra), I can’t won’t. Not only would I make every “don’t list known to man, I could potentially be arrested for indecent exposure.

That being said, I’ve been chronicling “outfits” since November 2009, and I’ve gotta say that it’s a lot harder than it looks! I’m am awful model (silly, awkward, contrived). Why, oh why, do I feel the need to open my mouth, or stick out my tongue when confronted with a camera? This is why I tend to look down, to the side, or beyond the lens. Still, I enjoy to sharing my wardrobe adventures with others, so welcome to disappear here.

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