while i technically haven't lived with my parents for around 5 years, i've been a bit lazy about clearing all my stuff out of my room. i've avoided the task for over a year now, but a couple of weeks ago i bit the bullet and drove out to pack up all of my bad 90's gear and donate it to the salvation army. i opened my closet and everything from my prom dress to my extensive roxy collection poured out. somewhere between my denim jacket, denim vest and denim skirt, i began to question if i should skip the donation process and go straight for the blow torch.

i was able to retrieve one lone item from the wreckage. a pair of navy tights that i was super stoked to rock today. except that i failed to realize that i've probably grown a few inches since 1995. by mid-morning, they were midway to my ankles. it was a continuous battle against gravity throughout the day and i didn't have nearly enough spandex on my side to win. i finally resorted to hiking them up as far as i could, gathering all of the excess fabric and tying a knot at my waist. which then left a strange bulge on my hip. which was pretty hot. drooping aside, i really did dig the color, though. my inner smurf came out to play.

Sweater: H&M Skirt: Zara Bag: Gucci

i hate possums. this probably isn't earth shattering as i can't say i've ever met a possum lover. but since one just scampered across my path on my way in tonight, i thought i should take a moment to reiterate that they truly are superfluous, if not disgusting. i hate that they hiss. i hate that they hide in dark corners and that their eyes glow. i also hate their long tales. in the grand scheme of evolutionary development it is a wonder that a blind, defenseless over sized rat that plays dead somehow managed not only to survive, but to thrive. its a biological joke that i don't find funny. at the very least, they should learn to jump. did you know they're the only mammal that can't even lift their own body weight off the ground? what an embarrassment. learn to jump, possum!

they sloth around looking dirty and lazy, sleeping under your car, scaring your cat. animals have three choices in this world: food, friend or enemy. the possum doesn't fit any of these categories. which is an additional reason that i hate them. i think it's about time we ban together and show these misfits who's boss. they need to shape up or get out. either domesticate and become lovable or take a note from the raccoon and toughen up. you've been warned, possum. you've been warned.

Shirt: American Eagle Skirt: Elevenses Boots: Frye Bag: Gucci

according to my mother, november 13th is the official start of the holiday season. so while most of you continued to countdown to roasted turkey and cranberry sauce this weekend, i wrapped 15 ft tall conifer trees in tiny twinkling lights.

however, to my amazement, we weren't the only over-zealous clan bedazzling the front yard before turkey day. about 30 min after pitching the ladder, the neighbors across the street surfaced for a friendly game of, Christmas Lights Show-Down. my disinterest for clipping over sized bulbs to a gutter immediately vanished as my internal need for victory focused my eyes on one thing, squashing the competition. they had us in numbers. me, my mom and my dad versus a parent duo plus four. but they were no match for our skill and organization. we faked our friendly hello's and settled in for a marathon light-show battle to the death. 5 wrapped trees, and one sparkling house later, we declared victory over their sad display of a few jumbo candy canes stabbed carelessly into the grass. as we stepped back to survey our work, we soaked in the sweet aroma of success and took a moment to remember what the holidays are truly about. crushing your opponents and winning at all costs.

Shorts: H&M Shirt: JCrew Sweater: Moth Boots: Banana Republic Bag: Dooney and Bourke

it would be a fully inflated and exaggerated statement to say that nothing beats a rainy day. a new chanel bag, hello kitty glitter stickers and Oprah hugs all rank significantly higher than precipitation. however, as none of those thing were a part of my day, i can safely say that the rain fully rocked my saturday. that and chilaxing with one of my favorite girls. i was invited over to do some priming and painting in the guest bedroom of her amazing 1930's home. which meant that i sat and read a design book while she primed and painted the guest bedroom in her amazing 1930's home. although i had no intention of actually participating in any manual labor, that didn't mean that i wasn't going to dress for it. i pulled out my leggings, my tennies and my favorite over sized sweater. like i always say, there's nothing better than looking cute enough to do the work that you would never bother looking cute for if you actually had plans to do it...slightly strange thing to always say.

Leggings: Target Shoes: Vans T-Shirt: Vince Sweater: H&M (men's department. shhh!)