MY STYLE FIX: LONG WINTER COAT

Where I come from, shit is real when the long winter coat makes an appearance. It can only mean one of two things.

 Either the wearer who in this instance is me, is trying to hide something ratchet, a la a first trimester foodbaby, or it's fucking brick ass cold outside.

Both prospects are equally demoralizing and soul crushing dream stealers, but in this instance I only have Mother Nature and her heavy-handedness to thank for this Keanu Reeves moment.

Enjoy your day! Thanks for stopping by<3 

Coat: Esprit (similar one here, here, & here)

Skinnies: Old Navy (similar one here & here)

Bag: Urban Expressions (similar one here & here)

Shirt: Forever21 (similar one here & here)

Bootie: Nine West (similar one here, here, & here) 

MY STYLE FIX: BOMBER & ANKLE BOOTS

 My current go to skinnies are bursting at the seams figuratively, for the moment, and will literally come to fruition should I continue my inappropriate relationship with Dunkin Donuts.

I'm telling you, when it takes Cirque du Soleil like acrobatic prowess, and a whole lot of breath holding to put on the same skinnies that once required no effort, enough is enough. 

So, I'm officially taking steps to avert this head on collision with my fat jeans, and a one way ticket to low self-esteem.

Enjoy you day! Thanks for stopping by<3

Jacket: Barney's (similar one here, here, & here)

Skinnies: Forever21 (similar one here, here, & here)

Scarf: The Limited (similar one here, here, & here) 

Ankle Boots: Donald J Pliner (similar one here, here, & here)

Shirt: H&M (similar one here, here, here, & here) 

Bag: Zara (similar one here, here, & here)

MY STYLE FIX: WINTER COLOR BURST

Every year I feel the need to make the obligatory New Years resolution, only to fall right back into my old ways of scarfing down way too many carbs like my life depended on it.

Every year I make promises and vow to kill my bastard foodbaby once and for all with hours upon hours of intense exercise only to revert back to my old ways of laying around like it's my job.

For a moment which is always so fleeting, I usually manage to keep up the farce with my good intentions of getting healthy and toned enough to rock out in a two piece, instead of the mandatory one piece that I have been relegated to as a result of my greed. 

Every year I try to make a change, to be a better version of myself all while failing miserably, one delicious cupcake at time. 

So, to hell with all that shit, because the downward spiral into the throws of depression and self-loathing that generally accompanies such an epic failure is for the birds, and by God I'm no fucking bird!

I eat birds, like duck and chicken drenched in rich butter base sauces that attack my hips like a heat seeking missile, but I'm happy because my conscience is clean. I made no resolution of celibacy and broke no promises. 

Enjoy your day! Thanks for stopping by<3

Vest: H&M (similar one here, here, here, here,& here)

Leather Jacket: Forever21 (similar one here, here, here, & here)

Skinnies: Old Navy(similar one here, here, & here)

Sweater: Forever21 (similar one here, here,& here)

Shirt: Forever21 (similar one here)

Sneakers: Urbanog (similar one here, here, here, here, & here)