Fashion Friday!

I thought this would be a great time to repost my Holiday post from last year.  Enjoy!

Dress for the Holiday, don’t become the Holiday!

With the Holidays around the corner, the stores are already stocking their shelves with Holiday décor and Holiday attire. Among the attire are those wonderful Holiday sweaters and leggings and socks and earrings and necklaces and hats and scarves and so on and so on and so on. Some of them are in beautiful colors and come in 3D. Some of them light up and may even glow in the dark. You may even find some that speak to you, if you push a button or two. Well, like I’ve said in the past, just because it’s a trend doesn’t mean you have to follow it.


I don’t want to offend any of you who love to wear your Holiday sweaters and other Holiday attire, but it is not fashion forward. If you want to look festive for the Holidays you can dress in the colors of the Holiday and look very festive without looking like you ARE the Holiday!!! Some people get confused believing that if it is Halloween they should wear their Halloween sweater or shirt, or pants or whatever during the week of Halloween…..Nooooooo, stop it, don’t do it. Unless you are a kindergarten or pre-school teacher wearing them to school to amuse your class or giving a Halloween party for kids or going to an ugly Holiday sweater party, don’t do it; at least not if you are trying to be in anyway fashion forward. Although, My husband had a valid point. He said even the kindergarten teachers can amuse their kids with their bulletin board décor and leave the Holiday attire at home. I at least gave them a reprieve.


I have to be honest, there was a time in the past when I wore a Holiday sweater or shirt.  I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but you need to know that no one is perfect and I have since repented…. 🙂  We all must grow when it comes to our fashion sense.  We must learn from our mistakes and vow never to do them again.

There are so many ways to dress for the Holidays and look festive and fashion forward and I will show you how. Always start with the colors of the Holiday. You can mix and match them in so many different ways. Be creative. Remember what your style is. If you are a person that likes to dress in a Boho style, you can still dress that way in your Holiday colors. If your style is romantic, stick to that style, but use the colors of the Holiday. Don’t lose yourself in the Holiday. Still be you. Fashion is about always being true to who you are no matter what, but adapting to the situation.

Halloween Stylin:


I’m not going to give you a visual of what not to wear, because I’m afraid some of you may take those ideas and run with them, so I’ll keep those to myself.  I’ll just show you how to look your fabulous Holiday best and no one will mistake you for actually being the Holiday.

Christmas Stylin:


After seeing these alternatives, I hope you now know that dressing for the Holidays can be fun and easy.  You don’t have to purchase all of the Holiday paraphernalia to be festive.  Have fun, but keep it simple.  Don’t lose your since of style no matter what Holiday is around the corner.

Masterpiece Monday

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🎨 Art by Kate Cosgrove

Do You See What I See?

bulb‘Tis the season of sparkling ornaments, twinkling lights, brightly wrapped presents, and other festive joys too numerous to mention.

Ahhhh…the holidays.

I’ve got my Starbucks hot chocolate, Christmas carols on the car radio, cookies baking in the oven, and nightly Christmas classics on TV.

 What’s not to like?

Well…besides the traffic. And the shopping. And the shipping. And the fruitcake.

Oh and the ugly sweaters. There is that.


The tackier the better and deliberately kitschy-

but all in good fun, if not in good taste.

And since we’re on the subject of bad taste,

who could forget the old white elephant gift exchange?

Always good for a belly laugh or two.

And speaking of belly laughs…I recently received a gift that while not a white elephant,

certainly turned out to be the elephant in the room.


It started off well.  Square shirt box, jolly paper.

I tore open the wrap and gave the box a quick shake.

No rattles, only the crackle of tissue paper. Hmmm…something soft then.

I lifted the lid and folded back the paper.

 The boxes content took my breath away. Literally.

(Like the gals in those jewelry commercials at Christmas…well sort of…)


What is it? What did you get?”

Too stunned to speak, I lifted the garment out of the box.

I looked at the faces of my daughters to see if I was on point or overreacting.

  Deer in the headlights is the only caption that comes to mind.


It was jaw-droppingly unattractive. Hideous even.

The color was known to be NOT my favorite, and certainly not flattering to me.

Not to mention the style. Woof!

Maybe for a granny.  Wait! I am a granny! Oh lordy.

Luckily, the sender of the gift was out of state so couldn’t witness the state I was in. Literally.

It took a polite minute or two before the laughter broke out. And the tears. From the laughter. (I’m not so shallow that I’d cry over a gift-but it was close!)

Chants of “try it on! try it on!” filled the room.

I shuffled off to my room so I could preview before humiliating myself in front of everyone.

It was even worse on-if that’s possible. I looked like a bag of doorknobs.

I twirled in front of the mirror. No improvement.

Ugh. As in Ug-ly. It could win an ugly sweater contest for sure.

Only it wasn’t supposed to be an ugly sweater.

Someone had actually gone to a store with ME in mind and picked out this monstrosity.

I was not feeling flattered at this point.

The nice side of me didn’t want to be ungrateful, but the naughty side of me was winning.

Luckily Santa had already come so it was too late for coal.

(Although that would be handy for the bonfire I planned on having later…

when I torched this highly flammable fabric.)

After I had dawdled as long as I dared,

I put on my big girl panties and went out to face the music.


I entered the room and you could have heard a pin drop.

Eyes glazed over, and not just from the sugar-high.

My sweet toddler grandson was the first to break the silence…

“Wow, Maw Maw-Wow!”

His chubby little hand rubbed the fabric as he gazed at me

in just the same way I gaze at a panful of  holiday fudge!


Everybody did laugh out loud then-but thankfully not at me.

There were smiles all round for this sweet boy and his pure and sincere adoration for the abominable snow-sweater and his ungrateful granny.

So it’s true what they say then…

Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.

As a little boy taught me,

 beholding is more than just looking at something.

To behold is to really see something-

not just with your eyes,

but with your whole heart.

This Christmas I plan on looking less and beholding more.


Luke 2:10-15 ….For behold I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.