that time I liked football

Christmas break means catching up with all things "me" related. Besides Christmas shopping and cookie baking, job searching and holiday cheering I'd love to revamp this whole blog thing. I am open to suggestions; ie. design, logos, wordpress? Please help.
I am way behind in my picture posting; so here's a brief look at my last game-day ensemble as a student at UA. Sports have never been my thing, so I suppose this is one of the last times I'll lose my voice for boys throwing balls; and the last time I stand for five hours to watching fellow classmates fall down stairs after overestimating the ounces of Aristocrat she could tolerate from her floppy flask; and the last time my forearm tires from shaking the third down into submission—or maybe not. 
Gameday's aren't complete without obnoxiously beating the crimson, houndstooth and black horse. I never wore a bow or cowboy boots; this is about as spirited as this soon-to-be-alum gets. Then again, faux fur—the 'Bama trend goddess must have corrupted me. 
Roll tide. 

[dress-jessica simpson, vest-old, boots-old]

black and white

When Sandy appears at the end of Grease in her all-black, skin-tight ensemble, viewers awe over her new-found curves and jaws stand ajar as she flits around the fair. When I wear all black, albeit subtly polka-dotted, leather and sans sex-pot stilettos, I get the "who-are-you-trying-to-be?" stare.

Maybe the boots are a little much paired with the leather jacket. And maybe, the plum lip comes off more punk than punchy. And just maybe the tight braids read rigged rather than refined; but with a monochromatic color palate comes attitude. Black and white read confident and put-together. My T-shirt may have an applique bow and cliché French saying, but you wouldn't question a lady's motives when swaddled in a black leather jacket.

Check out how I styled the rest of my Macy's haul on

[everything is from Macy's mystylelab]
Thanks, Daniel for the photos. Thanks, Austin for editing them.