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Outfit Post: What I Wore To A Work Holiday Party

I have ADD.  So, I do a couple of things for work.

1) Have my real job as an event planner for a large company
2) My own business as a wardrobe consultant  (see here)
3) And, I sometimes help my friend Liz at the The Nouveau Romantics set up weddings!

Big, fabulous, gorgeous weddingzzzzz (!!).  Sound familiar?  It’s because they did my wedding a few months back..Insert giant grin. Anyway, when I get to work with Liz, I get to work with a large group of super talented, creative, fun, outgoing, hardworking people.  This was a party at her house/studio for 14 of our work friends.  We had lots of amazing food, fun conversation and bottles of wine disguised as fancy punch drinks.  All these folks are great cooks, have fab style and love to have fun.  It was a great time…

This is what I wore:

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Close up of the coat and the dress:

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Dress is a vintage, black and white polka dot, shirt dress that I purchased off of Ebay.  Vintage coat is a 3/4 bell sleeved “carpet” coat that is as soft as a velvet and survived a pipe breaking in the closet of my old apartment.  I am wearing textured (although you can’t see it here) black tights, and Dolce Vida “Pilar” black suede booties from last year.  About the best thing I bought last year – I wear them all the time. I found some on Amazon…Check it.  Don’t wreck it.

Don’t be afraid of buying clothes off of Ebay.  Just get some good measurements of yourself and do it.  Best vintage on there, and I mean, THE BEST.  Here are some tips to shopping on Ebay etc from an older post.

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Outfit Post – Preppy Military – What I wore out last night

……is that what this outfit is?  Preppy Military?   I don’t know, but at least I have reached outside my yooose (yooouse = usual : for all you non-slang, phonetic device dependent writers) of vintage/preppy/grandmother “go to” theme.

Outfit: Genetic Denim “Shane” bottoms purchased through their website, Gap button down, splater painted scarf from “Something Else” purchased at Intermix Online, Clarks Originals desert boots purchased at Whole Earth Provisions Austin, jacket is vintage and purchased at Protoype here in Austin

Perhaps it’s preppy military.  And, perhaps it is warm enough to wear to an outside party at a local restaurant/bar called Bangers.  And, comfortable enough for one to wear out on an evening when you aren’t sure how much walking one is going to do due to the fact that 9 million F1 racing fans are going to be in town eating, drinking, taking up parking spaces, and spending money in our fair city.  Read: AWESOME.  And, by the way Austin knows how to do big events and big festivals right.  ACL, SXSW, FFF…  If you are reading this and haven’t attended one of the above.  Get here in 2013!

So, the details – last night the hubs aka “darlin’ man” and I took the bus downtown to Rainey Street to support Love-A-Bull at a Pints for Pits party at the before mentioned Bangers.  Ate a veggie banger made with beets and goat cheese.  Mmmm.  And, then we took a pedi-cab over to the happenings downtown.  Where we saw some super cool cars, listened to some music – including Tejano – watched some fancy flashing lights from some temporary stages set up for race fans.

Fast, mini Mini cars on a very sophisticated track. Take that Circuit of the Americas!


We also tried to sneak past the long line at The W (pshaw!), got busted (embarASSing) doing so…yipes.  So we skulked down the street and took the party elsewhere (someplace without a line, suckas).  We got served along side some gorgeous French ladies a HUGE glass of wine at Malverde by a surly bartender.   (What was his deal?!  Gorgeous French ladies!  What could be so bad?!)  Music was buuumpin’ – DJ Chicken George kicks serious butt-ola..  We were surrounded by people having fun, dancing, and speaking with foreign accents.  It was fun!


In other news…Hubs and I decided we want to move to Europe to live before we die or get too old to walk down ancient stairways.  So there.


How do you say goodbye…to a house?

This is my parents house.  The house that they and their four children have lived in since the early 70s.

**Hard to believe right – I know.  I was actually born in the 70s.**

This house hosted countless dinner parties, graduation parties, engagement and wedding parties, luncheons for non-profits, Halloween parties, birthday parties….HOLIDAYS and more HOLIDAYS.  (My family is blended religiously and spiritually, so we celebrate a LOT of holidays!)

When I was born, my parents brought me home to this house..


Just look at my dad rocking the cool.  And me, rocking the red, old man face.

Here is my mother standing in front of the house with me as a wee babe.  (Is she wearing a robe?)

Anyway, it’s easy for me to become super nostalgic about this house.  Kinda funny, it seems it is easy for my friends to become nostalgic about this place because they kinda feel like they “grew up” in too.  When I posted this picture on my personal Facebook page of the moving truck out in front of the house a few weeks back – I got about 25 sweet responses.  And several texts and emails with sad faces and “oh, how I will miss that house” notes.  I was so touched.

My parents moved into the house in their 30s and joined a bustling neighborhood of other 30-somethings with young children and more children on the way.  There were built-in neighborhood babysitters.  Well worn bike routes, neighborhood rules (always “be home by the time the street lights come on!”), passageways scoped out in the alleys and everyone knew the older couples that would give you candy and look the other way when you ran through their backyard.

With this change in our family, it is interesting to look back at the changes in the neighborhood.  All of those 30-something parents with their young children have moved.  First, the children when they grew up and found their legs.  Then the parents when their houses were too big, too much for their needs.  My parents and the other families replaced older folks that’s families changed and grew up and out.  Now, my parents and their friends are being replaced by new families, with young children and more children on the way.

It’s easy for me to get super nostalgic and sappy about these kinds of things.  I miss the house already.  So weird that when I go home to visit my parents next time, I won’t in fact be going “home”.  And, I probably won’t ever go in that house again.  Odd.  My heart says all of that, my head says – your parents need a more manageable circumstance.  One that makes sense for them.  Sadly, this big ol’ house just doesn’t anymore.

I went home to help clean up and clean out.  And as I laid in bed the last night in that house, I thought about what the house wants for it’s new life.   I think it wants to be filled with young people again.  Kids that will run in it’s alleys, climb it’s trees and play in it’s yard.  It wants swing sets, baby pools, bikes and dogs.  It wants to be lively and happy and filled with families from the neighborhood – having drinks and laughs on the porch in the summer.  And trick or treating in the fall.  And, after a long day playing out in the neighborhood, it wants them safe at home….when the street lights come on.


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