I'm All Ears

I’m usually all about a bold necklace, but there’s been a shift in the axis of late. I ordered some earrings online and was a little shocked when these showstoppers arrived, having expected something about 1/8 the size. But I gave the gaudy little things a shot and – paired with a boyish Oxford or sleek turtleneck – kind of like the effect. They pack a glamorous punch that’s half Marilyn Monroe, half home-on-the-range. And the intersection is nothing if not fun. I wore them with a denim shirt and black ankle boots recently and felt all kinds of Western Barbie. Didn't hate it! 

Some brighter colorations I'm coveting here, here, here, here! 

Puffer Op-Ed

I read a list online (from a contemporary women’s style source) that ticked off 10 apparel pieces to avoid for being universally unflattering. Along with velour sweatsuits (yes) and strapless dresses (OK), it cited long puffers. And . . . swing and a miss. I admit I was hesitant to purchase my first below-the-waist puffer in 2008 – it seemed out there (as did everything everyone wasn’t already wearing). But my mom insisted I needed something that “covered my butt” when walking to class through blowing snowdrifts. She grew up in Northern Michigan where it has flurried through July Fourth fireworks, so she’s well acquainted with below-freezing temps and how to rise above. She was right about the butt. Not dressing for the weather is the fashion faux pas to avoid here. It’s not cool to skip the scarf (so to speak). Trust, retailers know how to ensure you don’t look like the Michelin man. And slipping on what's essentially a down comforter with sleeves is like stepping into your own personal cocoon. Purr.

After enduring five winters, my faithful puffer might be on its last leg. Replacement options here, here and here. 

Schoolin' Life

Happy Monday! I cover 90 miles in my daily commute so a good soundtrack is essential – especially on Mondays. It’s a short week ahead so I’m already flying high, but any other day this song is a lifesaver. My friend recently texted me the title. Well, Becca knows best. "Schoolin' Life" explodes with a booty-shaking '80s dance beat that trivializes morning traffic, and Bey's growling lyrics inspire you to tackle the day like you’re in the “Single Ladies” leotard. Below, us schoolin’ life as freshmen at Iowa. Let's party til the fire marshal shuts this sucker down.

Candy Cane ChapStick

My sisters used to mock me for the expressions that inadvertently crossed my face when reading a book, and I think the same thing happens when I apply ChapStick®. I’ve been called out at least once for moving my lips back and forth (in exaggerated fashion?) across the balm, rather than the other way around. I’m not sure what to say in defense of these accusations except that in both cases, I was into the experience. And I am definitely into ChapStick’s limited edition Candy Cane flavor. It’s not just an antidote for dryness, but invigorating and refreshing, with a lasting cooling sensation and the faintest taste of peppermint patties. I keep a tube at my cube, in my car and on my coffee table. When you find ways to elevate the minutiae, I say lay it on thick. Now, let's all turn our attention to the Packers/Vikings game. And pray Aaron is back at the helm in a hurry. 

Dior Sparkling Nail Powder

HOT HOT HOT! Need I say more? It’s fun to dial up the glamour for the holiday season, but doing it in the obvious ways (Black Watch plaids, Rudolph red) isn’t my M.O. And who has enough tartan to last til Christmas Eve? Enter Dior’s black Sparkling Nail Powder. The midnight shade is edgy (so you won’t feel like one of Santa’s elves), and the glittering finish is luxe and merry (as everything should be this time of year). Can’t wait to sip mulled wine, wrap presents and decorate the tree with this sparkly powder painted on my fingertips.